Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 6

Sixth Chapter

In the deep, dark forest.

“…Huff!”

Histon opened his eyes.

He screamed in surprise and thrashed.

But he couldn’t move his body.

“Kuaaa… What is it? Where is… this? Could it be… a dream?”

Histon thought he was having a nightmare.

In that nightmare, everything was over. He dreamt of losing his arms and legs to a terrifying demon.

Histon rolled his eyes.

He groaned at the pain he felt in his body, moving his lips and barely making a sound.

“…Is there… anyone… there?”

“……”

Then, a familiar man hanging upside down came into his view.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, sunken nose, and broken teeth. It was the slave Hans.

“Oh, A, Hans! Han…s! Good… You’re here. Hans!… Save me. Save… me!”

“……”

Hans just stared at Histon with an indifferent face. Then, he tapped Histon’s cheek a few times.

It was as if he was checking if he was conscious.

Histon was furious at his absurd behavior, but he couldn’t move his fist.

So, he tried to kick him with his feet, but… he couldn’t feel where his legs should be.

“……!”

Histon sensed something was wrong and rolled his eyes.

He was shocked to realize that Hans wasn’t hanging upside down; he was.

“Wh…at…!”

“…I lost everything because of you.”

“Ha, Hans! What… are you saying!”

“…What am I saying?”

Hans picked up a nearby stone and slammed it hard into Histon’s head.

Thwack!

Histon’s body, hanging like a sandbag, shook violently.

“What am I saying?”

“Kuaaack! Ha, Hans, you bastard! You wanna die…”

“Are you really going to say that now!”

Hans gritted his teeth and continued to hit Histon’s head with the stone.

Thwack!

“Yeah. Think about it! What you did!”

Thwack!

“What you did to me…!”

Thwack!

“And what you did to my family…!”

Thwack!

For a while, the sound of mincing meat with a stone echoed through the forest.

Histon hung there, dripping with thick blood, and Hans stared at him, gritting his teeth and looking at his own hands.

The stone he was holding shattered. Even his fingers were dislocated, as if some were broken.

Unable to swing anymore, Hans glared at Histon, looking resentful.

“Damn it…! Is your face made of rock? It’s so hard…!”

“Sa, save… me!”

“Save you? Ha!”

Hans took out a leather pouch from his waist.

He applied the purple powder inside it to Histon’s bloodied face.

“Yeah, I begged! Not you, but me and my family…!”

Histon groaned and struggled, realizing what the powder on his face was.

He wanted to get rid of the powder at any cost.

“But what did you do? You killed my father right before my eyes, and used my brother as bait for monster hunting…!”

He forcibly shoved the leather pouch into Histon’s small mouth.

“You killed them! What did I do wrong? Just because I was a noble from the south? But even though I was a noble, I lived for the kingdom and the people! But I was falsely accused… and plundered by you, enslaved, and lost my precious family…!”

And he kicked Histon’s mouth, with the leather pouch in it, several times as if it were a target.

“I lost them! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Thwack!

Thwack!

Histon trembled as Hans kicked him.

“You monster! You’re still okay after getting hit with a stone so many times. But that’s even better! Because you’re so strong, because of your cockroach-like vitality, I can take my revenge to my heart’s content!”

Hans looked around.

Seeing a strange movement in the bushes, he quickly moved away from Histon and climbed onto the horse he had prepared.

“…Die slowly, in the same way you used on my family you killed.”

He spurred his horse and left the place.

Histon shook his whole body and tried to struggle, but he couldn’t move at all, as if his body was firmly fixed.

Histon stared at the black shadows with his swollen eyes.

Something slowly walked out.

Green skin, long nose, and a short, squat stature. A monster wearing a stone spear and animal skin clothes.

Goblins.

They looked at the immobile Histon and sniffed at the purple powder on his face. Then, they grinned, showing their teeth, as if they had found a delicious prey.

Thick saliva dripped down, and Histon’s face turned pale.

“Ugh… Han, Hans! Hans…! Sa, save… Uwaaaah!”

“……”

Hans tightened his grip on the reins at Histon’s screams coming from afar. And he stared blankly at the sky.

Histon’s screams echoed endlessly in the forest. And the screams gradually diminished and eventually stopped.

“…Is it over?”

He felt relieved.

Some say revenge is futile, but that was wrong.

Hearing Histon’s desperate voice was the best feeling ever.

Revenge couldn’t be more exhilarating!

The only regret was that he couldn’t inflict more pain.

Hans smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“Now what… should I do?”

‘…Should I die?’

Having finished his revenge, his life’s goal had disappeared. Having lost even his most precious family, he had no will to live.

Even if he wanted to live, he was not confident that he could escape from this frozen land on his own.

Also, even if he returned to the kingdom, he was already in the status of a ‘slave’.

“Come to think of it, that demon… will he kill me?”

He released him and gave him the opportunity to kill Histon with his own hands. So… he had to repay the debt.

Hans had never wanted to be in debt in his life.

“…I think I heard in old stories that demons like human souls. So… do I have to offer my soul?”

Hans hesitated for a while, then grabbed the reins and headed to Valhalla Palace.

***

Loki learned some interesting facts after meeting Histon.

Abilities like game skills.

People in this world had abilities, and they were called [Divinity].

It seemed that the people of this world believed that the ability was created by being blessed by God.

It was a very interesting concept, but what was even more interesting was the behavior of the inhabitants of this world towards him.

Loki looked ahead.

Hundreds of people gathered in front of him, and they were all bowing to Loki.

With their heads on the ground and their hands together, they were in an extremely reverent posture, as if worshiping a god.

Most of them were members of the Ragnal tribe, but there were also others.

The warriors in bronze armor who had been killed by Loki some time ago.

The Partas tribe were also showing the same behavior.

“What does this mean?”

At Loki’s question, the shaman of the Nord tribe, who was next to him, answered.

“The Nord tribe is a world where the strong reign. The robbed become slaves, and the robbers become masters. Oh, Sinful Constellation.”

The shaman bowed his head slightly and continued.

“The Nord tribe has worshiped the Sinful Constellation for generations. Now that its master has awakened, we will serve our master in accordance with our original duty.”

Nords who committed sins through robbery.

In order for them to wash away their sins and be saved, they had to swear allegiance to the Sinful Constellation and serve it.

That was what was written in the Nord scriptures.

“The Ragnal and Partas tribes. All of them.”

It also meant that the lord would awaken and show mercy to those who did not judge them and accept them.

“We swear in this place to follow our master.”

Loki also had to find a way to return home.

If he couldn’t find it, he would have to stay here.

If so, it would be good to build a base.

And that role-.

The people in front of him would do it.

As the constellation of the North, it was the moment when a new force was created.

***

Loki flickered his red eyes as he looked at the man who came to Valhalla Palace.

The guest who came was not only a Nord.

Long, dry, golden blonde hair and blue eyes.

A swollen, bluish skin as if he had been beaten by someone.

The man, who appeared to be in his mid-40s or early 50s at most, was standing there.

It was the slave Hans, who had taken Histon, whom he had tried to kill some time ago.

Loki, who was looking at Hans standing on the red carpet in the middle of the hall, shifted his gaze to the shaman and expressed an implicit question, ‘What is this again?’

“That is… he said he came to repay his gratitude.”

Loki looked at Hans.

“Gratitude? What are you talking about….”

Loki trailed off.

Somehow, he looked familiar.

“Ah, that’s right! He was the guy who came to save that screaming guy—Histon! Hmm, I didn’t think I’d see you again?”

Every time Loki spoke, Hans trembled.

Hans had given up everything and come here to die, but when he actually faced the demon like this, even the courage to die disappeared, and he just wanted to run away without looking back.

“Did you come to repay your gratitude for saving him? You’re a truly loyal guy.”

Loki looked at Hans with interest.

“Yeah, that human… is he still alive? If he is alive….”

Loki put his hand into the air.

In an instant, the space distorted and a red bottle was grabbed and taken out of his hand.

Loki looked at it, shook it, and threw it to Hans.

Hans was taken aback, caught it, and staggered.

“It’s a recovery potion. I don’t know how effective it will be… but it will be enough to save a dying guy.”

‘…Probably.’

In fact, he wanted to test it.

But since there was no suitable opponent, he was thinking of using Histon as a test subject.

“I… I’m sorry.”

Then, Hans said.

“Histon is dead.”

“I see.”

Well, it was a difficult injury to survive.

“I… killed him.”

“……”

‘This is another surprising thing.’

Loki was filled with a sense of futility.

“Weren’t you trying to save him?”

“I took him to kill him.”

“……”

‘This world seems to be very complicated….’

Loki, who had no idea about Hans’s situation, wondered if this world was crazy.

It seemed too natural to rob, plunder, enslave, and even kill.

‘Well, I’m not in my right mind either.’

“Then….”

Loki raised his finger.

The finger covered with a sharp, hook-like gauntlet pointed at Hans.

“You drink it.”

“Yes?”

“You seem to be very hurt… drink it.”

“That is….”

Hans smiled bitterly.

Even if it was a potion with excellent regenerative power, old wounds could not be healed.

“If I drink it, only a precious potion will be wasted….”

“Drink it.”

“……”

When Loki spoke strongly, Hans hesitated, opened the potion bottle, and drank it.

When the last drop entered his body, a change occurred in Hans’s body.

“Kuaaaack!”

“……”

He vomited blood and fell forward. He trembled due to the convulsions in his body.

And…

Crack!

The sound of bones echoes.

The dislocated bones return to their original positions. Some bones pierced through the skin, but soon regenerated quickly.

The bones that were broken by Histon and had not been properly treated were returning to their original positions, joining together and becoming hard.

Gradually, the balance of his body was adjusted and he recovered noticeably.

Loki, who was watching the scene, stroked his chin as if he was surprised.

When the recovery was over, Hans gasped for breath while lying face down and looked at his hands.

“It’s healed…?

The hand that was broken when he hit Histon… had returned to normal.