The Chosen One Was Me, Not You

22 – {You’ve crossed the line you shouldn’t cross} 2

{You’ve crossed the line you shouldn’t cross}

‘I don’t want to die!’

William did not want to die.

He definitely wanted to live.

Life was too sweet to die now.

For William, who had never experienced hardship and hardly ever experienced pain, they were all just stories.

People who suffer because of themselves.

People who suffer all kinds of pain because of themselves.

I didn’t care what kind of damage they suffered. I wasn’t even interested.

And that was the case even now.

‘My, why did I end up like this?’

William considered himself special.

In fact, since he reached the age where he could become aware of his own existence, he was revered as the And was a special existence, so he never identified himself as a special existence with others.

Others had to sacrifice for themselves.

I had to consider it an honor to suffer for myself.

“All the assassins you sent were transported to the Arkhan Empire. There, while receiving a full course of torture prepared by the Imperial family of the Arkhan Empire, you will have a rare experience of turning your useless life into something useful for the first time in your life.”

Theodore was speaking in a very calm tone. That’s why it felt even more terrifying to William who heard it.

“With the time being delayed by 1/1000, no one can find out about you no matter what I do. What if I drag you from here to a place far away and kill you?”

Theodore’s words gave William goosebumps.

What if that happens?

No one will know that you killed yourself!

You wouldn’t even know who the culprit was!

“Or throw the body into the river and you’ll just be declared missing. From a global perspective, it’s just dumping a piece of filth into a river.”

Feeling the fear of death at Theodore’s words, William abandoned his pride and servilely begged for his life.

“Theodore Skylord, please save me! I’m the heir to the Duke of Artin! That’s right! If you save me, I’ll give you a huge reward!”

William’s appearance now was too ugly.

He has the same figure as himself, and beings with the same blood flowed so low that Theodore was silent as he trampled on him for some reason.

William Artine, whom the Britannian Empire had admired as the chosen one, had grown up to this point in a mess.

“Theodore, please save me!”

Perhaps considering that silence as a possibility, William continued to beg for his life, calling him Theodore, not Theodore.

It contained the meaning that he would deny the existence of Theodore even in this situation, and he would also deny the fact that he was the chosen one.

“Originally, it would have been just a warning. Sending the assassins was a foolish act, a sewage of sewage, but I was predicting it. It was an ugly outburst of filth jealous of the sun’s glare. It was obvious.”

Theodore’s hand bent down and grabbed William’s hair and forcibly pulled it.

William screamed in pain.

“Oops!”

“But, William, you will have to pay for crossing the line from the first day, apart from being praised.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Yuria Arsane.”

As soon as the name of Princess Yuria Arsei came out of Theodore’s mouth, William tasted fear with a cold feeling as if his heart sank. Come to think of it, the order he gave was not just to kill Theodore.

“It’s because that woman is much better than I thought. It was at a time when Lee hyung-nim was a bit confused. I hoped that even though I drew the line like that, she unexpectedly hit me with a hook and came in and shook me. It really exceeded my expectations. She was a very good woman.”

Theodore’s hands began to gain strength.

“Ugh, ah!”

In pain that his hair would be pulled out alive, and in fear that he might break a vertebra in his neck if he pulled on it any longer, William screamed and begged for his life again.

“Stop it! I was wrong! Help me! Help me!”

Theodore’s hand rested on his head. And as he stepped aside, removing his foot from his back, William hurriedly stood up.

“Great!”

William, who almost got tired of urinating in fear of death, looked like he wanted to run away.

‘I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.’

I was filled with only the fear of not wanting to die.

Theodore Artin… Even the thought of eliminating Theodore Skyrod had been forgotten at this moment, and he could not even recall his infatuation with Yuria Arsane.

He had only the thought that he had to survive somehow.

“Raise your arms.”

Theodore pulled out a sword and threw it in front of him.

“Huh?”

“Raise your arms, William. You’d better take up your arms if you want to live.”

At Theodore’s warning, William hastily grabbed his weapon. Raising his sword, he took a good posture. Although he had trained roughly, he had enough skills to rise to the rank of the first year’s second-in-command in Minst Academy’s Swordsmanship Department without any effort.

As a result, there was an evaluation that he was an irrational talent in the world, but William only grew his arrogant mind, thinking that it was a natural talent for himself as a chosen one.

‘Damn it, I’ll do some training.’

For the first time in his life, he was regretting not practicing.

“From now on, try your best to live.”

“What, what? Now, wait! Wait!”

As soon as Theodore finished speaking, William hurriedly told him to wait, but Theodore’s new model disappeared.

“Oh, where are you? Where did you disappear to… aaa!”

William let out his scream as he felt a sudden rush of blood from his shoulder and a sharp pain.

Since no one dared to injure his body, who was revered as the Chosen One, William exclaimed in great pain.

“Time to pay for crossing the line, William.”

With Theodore’s cold words, he reappeared in front of him.

“Kuh, te, Theodore! Wait, what do you want…”

William pressed his hand against his wound and was about to ask what he wanted, but he felt something hit him in the face.

“Keep!”

It wasn’t a fist.

It was as if something invisible had taken shape and struck him in the face.

It wasn’t strong enough to break his head, but even if he ate it, he felt as much pain as being hit in the face with a fist, and his nose broke and blood flowed out.

“If you want to live, you’d better do your best. William, the fake chosen one.”

At the word fake, William felt his blood run cold.

‘I’m fake?’

I understand with my head, but I can’t accept the truth.

In a panic from the fear of death, he began to grit his teeth and struggle when he remembered himself, not the chosen one.

“Ahhh! I am the Chosen One! I am the Chosen One! I am the REAL Chosen One!”

And it was William who jumped up from his seat and brandished his sword frantically everywhere, but Theodore had long since disappeared and he had no idea where or how he would attack.

‘Damn it, what kind of principle is it?’

I didn’t know if it was swordsmanship, magic, or another special ability.

Just by imprisoning him in a thousandth of a slow flow of time, there was a good chance that he had another terrifying power.

Like the real Chosen One…

‘No! I am the chosen one! I am the chosen one!’

William swung his sword frantically, denying the thought that had crossed his mind.

“aaa!”

However, the screams quickly turned into screams.

The invisible attack began to leave numerous sword scars on his shoulders, legs, calves, sides, and wrists.

“Aagh!”

William let go of the sword in pain and collapsed, screaming in agony all over his body.

“Aaghh! I can’t die! Save me! Help me! Cx!”

Falling ugly on the floor with tears and runny nose, he begged for his life.

“You’re as ugly as filth, William.”

William, feeling that Theodore reappeared and looked down at him with arrogant eyes, William denied the reality even in horror.

‘This is nonsense! That guy looks down at me with those eyes? I am the chosen one! This is wrong! All of this is wrong!’

Theodore (Theodore) arrogantly looks down on himself.

And on the other hand, William himself begs for his life, pouring out tears and runny nose miserably.

Once he became aware of this situation, he couldn’t accept this reality and his head twisted and he stopped acting except to cry out in pain.

In the midst of intense pain and fear, he was now out of his mind.

Theodore’s cold voice pierced him as he fell into a panic unable to make a rational decision.

“Your level is just right for that. Foolish William. It’s the price of crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Wouldn’t it be okay if I cut off my limbs and kill you right away?”

“Oh, no! Save me! Everything, I won’t do this again, so please help me!”

Toward William miserably begging for his life, Theodore coldly laughed at him.

“Yes? Then I can help you.”

* * *

“Really? Ah, no! Help me! Please! Then I won’t forget your grace. Khehehehe!”

William was servilely begging for his life.

Looking at the twins with the same face as his own, Theodore was able to realize how broken he was.

‘Fake Chosen One. However, as I was born as my twin, the chosen one, his talent is obvious.’

Theodore could see that even though William’s talents were not up to his own, he was so outstanding that it was difficult to compare him with anyone other than himself.

He didn’t put any effort into it, he just lazily and roughly learned his swordsmanship, but it was evident from the fact that he held the second place in the swordsmanship department during his freshman year at Minst Academy.

In fact, he had the talent to fly higher than he was, not just second place.

“William Artin. You definitely had potential. If not as bright as I, the chosen one, who shines like the sun above the clouds, you were talented enough to be evaluated as standing right on top of the clouds. But you are ugly and stubborn. Blinded only by love and greed, I neglected everything, and ended up degenerating into a lump of filth crawling on the floor like this. And crossing the line that shouldn’t be crossed, I ended up like this.”

Theodore knew that his words would only repel William.

However, he did not expect William’s conversion.

Even if he was converted in the first place, he had no intention of forgiving.

The Duke of Artin, the Britannian Empire, and William were all objects of disgust to him.

“I won’t kill you. I’ll heal your wounds and send you back, so you’ll tremble in fear from now on.”

“Sa, save me?”

Theodore had no intention of killing William casually.

If he died so comfortably here, he would feel so unfair about himself until he was 10 years old.

“But there is a price to pay for aiming for something that cannot be surpassed.”

However, Theodore decided to engrave one thing on William for the rest of his life.

“Quaaagh!”

William let out a terrible scream from sudden pain in a not-so-good place.

I suddenly felt a pain that was incomparable to the pain from before.

“Keep crawling on the floor for the rest of your life. And I don’t care what tricks you play. Any tricks won’t work anyway.”

Theodore used his healing magic on William with a warning.

William, who had recovered, hurriedly got up and was seen running away without looking back in terror.

Surrounded by the fear of death, he ran away without looking back at the thought of running away, and he couldn’t even remember that he had become a body that could no longer make a successor to the Duke of Artin.

‘It’s ugly.’

It was really ugly and pathetic.

He treated himself like that, and the fake he admired as the chosen one was just such a waste.

However, he did not feel empty.

Rather, they would watch William slowly crumble as he struggled in despair and fear.

The Duke and Duchess Artin and his wife would also witness it, and they would be able to see the very proud (?) Side of William, whom they were so proud of.

‘I’ll watch how proud you are of William, Duke Artin and Duchess Artin.’

I never thought of them as parents.

His father was the Duke of Skylord, and his mother was the Duchess of Skylord.