Fiction Forger

Chapter 11: Twelve-Faced King

I remembered that time fighting against the Twelve-Faced King. He was a tough boss to defeat, most players needed to form squads, while only the hardcore players could solo him.

His story began when Mordras tried to kill Derion, only to be defeated almost instantly by Hailim, who pierced his heart and crushed his head in less than a second after seeing the kill attempt. Hailim's action was instinctive, but since he doesn't know how to absorb energy, Mordras managed to escape.

Losing his body in the fight, he sought the king's lifeless corpse, and that was how the Twelve-Faced King was created.

He was called the Twelve-Faced King because of his mastery in changing his emotions. He could act genuine, but it was all a facade. From the twelve higher-ups he managed to fool, he stole a valuable skill from each one of them. Thus, humans dubbed him the Twelve-Faced King.

"Hit the heart! Make sure to spam your skills in all its vital parts!" screamed my teammate.

The Twelve-Faced King wielded a massive battle axe, his undead appearance adding to the visual horror of the character. The two of us were working together to defeat this boss.

We had to severely damage his heart and head. The only way to defeat him was by draining the energy stored in his core. Continuous attacks were futile, as he healed his wounds almost instantly.

This event was during the 7th Calamity, the same year the story canon started. At that time, Derion was strong enough to face saints but not powerful enough to defeat this boss.

In the novel, Derion landed the last hit after multiple soldiers sacrificed themselves to take down the monster. In the game, we could face him head-on and ensure no casualties. But in the end, Derion always had to be the one to absorb the core to make the power his own.

Which brings us back to this moment, with the maids pointing blades at my neck and heart, and the king holding my head. I couldn't move a single inch, the slightest movement would get me killed. I trembled, feeling like I was being treated as the Twelve-Faced King.

"I-I'm not... Mordras," I muttered. Closing my eyes in fear.

"How did you know that name?" the king asked.

As I slowly opened my eyes, their hold on me lightened a bit, but they were still ready for a quick kill.

"In a game, from the Google wiki. The net forums and collected story," I answered.

After a moment, the king's gruff voice came again with another question. "Are you an enemy of the kingdom? A criminal?"

"I'm neither of those. I don't mean any harm. I just want to leave this world," I said.

With that, they lowered their weapons, and the king let go of my head. My legs turned wobbly as I tripped and was about to fall out of the open window.

Instead of landing on the ground, I found myself lying outside the window, suspended in the air on something hard that was neither hot nor cold.

I was confused. What happened? Why am I not falling?

I got up and saw I was outside, but something was blocking me.

Something invisible prevented me from falling.

A barrier?

The last thing I saw was the king leaving with a confused expression. He seemed to have a lot of questions that needed answers.

"If you want to kill yourself, feel free to do so," he said, throwing a knife on the floor before locking the door from the outside. The door knob was reversed, with the lock outside and no keyhole.