But now, inside the ruins, if you were to ask who was the most conflicted, it would undoubtedly be Franlot.
Everyone had been busy with their own matters last night, and he certainly had not been idle either.
Though he wanted to find a set of clothes to wear, the flames of that Captain were simply too terrifying.
Not even one or two intact corpses remained, let alone any clothes.
Helpless, he could only curl up in a corner and study his ‘Strongest Player System’. He had gained a preliminary understanding of how it worked.
The system’s greatest function right now was allowing him to “digitize” this World, which was otherwise indistinguishable from reality.
It also allowed him to use certain skills with ease.
For example, the Thrust, Pick, and Slash from Basic Swordsmanship.
These moves had become individual skills, much like in the games of his previous life.
He could arrange them on an action bar at the bottom of his interface as he pleased.
With a single thought, he could execute them perfectly.
Unfortunately, he did not even have one sword right now.
He also looked into the so-called System Mall.
The interface was designed exactly like the recharge page of Penguin Games from his previous life, filled with a dazzling array of products.
Bloodlines, abilities, and techniques… almost everything that could make someone stronger was available.
Regrettably, after browsing through it all, he realized his measly five Mall Coins could only buy the most basic item: “Basic Quad-stat Random Enhancement +3.” It could only be described as somewhat useless.
‘I wonder if the system has a lottery function where I can bet small to win big…’
[Ding! Beginner guide complete. Detected that the host has completed the battle scenario “Blood Moon.” Reward: Lottery Draw x1]
Franlot gasped. He was stunned for a moment before his eyes widened with excitement!
‘It really does have one! A system is a must-have for a Transmigrator, and a lottery is a must-have for a system!!’
Thinking of the dazzling array of talents and abilities he had seen in the System Mall, Franlot felt his heart rate accelerate countless times over. He instinctively jumped to his feet!
Of course, anyone would be excited in this situation.
However, seeing a naked man hiding in a pile of rubble, dancing and jumping around while staring at the air with an excited gaze… it was a truly eyesore-inducing sight.
It even made Arthur, who had been observing him from the side, feel as though saving him might have been a mistake.
‘Is it a mental illness? An excited reaction after escaping death?’
“How are you feeling?” Arthur finally stepped out from the Shadow on the side, unable to watch any longer.
“Huh?” Franlot was instantly startled.
Once he saw who it was, he realized it was that terrifying man whose attributes were all question marks, aside from his name.
“I… I’m fine. Thank you for saving me, Senior Arthur…”
In his nervousness, the Transmigrator blurted out Arthur’s name. This caused Arthur’s originally gentle gaze to sharpen slightly.
“Oh? How do you know… my name?”
Franlot froze. In a moment of instinct, he had spoken the information he had detected through the system.
“And… you were able to notice me before. Do your eyes… have something unusual about them?”
Arthur’s casual guess provided Franlot with a perfect excuse!
It suddenly reminded him of a talent from the game Dark Continent called Sage’s Gaze.
It was a type of auxiliary Magic that allowed the user to see information about monsters and, more importantly, the hidden attributes of equipment.
It was a must-learn skill for identification.
Since this world had an Evil Cult identical to the one in Dark Continent, perhaps this skill existed here as well?
“Yes… my eyes have been sharper than the average person’s since birth. My Father had someone look at them, and they said I possess the Sage’s Eye.”
As Franlot spoke, he used his cheap Grand Duke father as a shield to make the story more credible.
“Is that so…” Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly. It was unclear if he had heard of the Sage’s Eye before, but he nodded slowly, seemingly accepting the explanation.
“Um… Senior Arthur, could you possibly get me a set of clothes? It’s really… embarrassing for me to be seen like this…”
Seeing that the other man didn’t seem to harbor any ill will, Franlot immediately brought up his most urgent problem.
Arthur studied the youth for a moment. Just as Franlot was beginning to feel restless, Arthur unfastened his cloak and threw it over to him.
“Right. You know our names… but I don’t know yours yet,” Arthur asked as the youth scrambled to wrap the cloak around himself.
“I…” Franlot opened his mouth, his mind racing at high speed!
Based on the attribute panel, this Senior Arthur Rhine was definitely absurdly strong!
He was a newcomer to this world, and although he held the status of the Second Son of a Duke, his current Power was inferior to that of an ordinary person.
If he could only cling to this man’s leg…
In his mind, he recalled the opening CG he had seen countless times in his previous life—that epic, terrifying battle.
He remembered the scene of the Heroic King and his companions fighting the Mountain Dragon…
“I… I am Franlot, the Second Son of the Kelvidi Duke! I am also… someone who will become a powerhouse just like the Heroic King! I will suppress an entire era!”
The moment he said those words, Franlot suddenly felt his chest swell with eternal pride.
These weren’t just words meant to gain favor; they were his true thoughts at this moment.
He was a Transmigrator with a cheat!
This meant he was destined to be the only Protagonist of this era.
Equaling the legendary Heroic King Gilgamesh… was absolutely not just empty talk!
However…
He failed to notice that when he mentioned wanting to become a man like the Heroic King, a flicker of darkness passed through Arthur’s eyes.
‘Suppress… an entire era?’
Heh…
Though he sneered inwardly, as he looked at the confidence and pride in the youth’s eyes, Arthur seemed to see another boy under the Giant Tree.
That boy had his hands on his hips as he looked up at a tall woman with hair as white as snow, gentle blue eyes, and a pointed wizard’s hat.
“I want to become an existence like the Heroic King! When that time comes, I’ll even be able to protect Teacher!!”
The white-haired woman had looked at the boy—who didn’t even reach her chest yet—with the same expression Arthur wore now. In the end, she had only offered a somewhat helpless smile.
“Is that so~? Well… you’ll have to work hard then~”
“Arthur…”
The voice of the youth in front of him snapped the older man back to reality.
The reminiscence in his eyes vanished instantly.
In that second, the white-haired figure turned into an ungraspable phantom…
Under Arthur’s pained gaze, she dissipated into the air.
“Phew… It’s nothing. You… you’re not bad.” Arthur looked at Franlot and nodded slowly.
Before Franlot could grow happy or congratulate himself on his quick wit, Arthur added another somewhat mysterious sentence.
“But as for becoming the Heroic King or whatever… you should probably forget about that.”