I Became a Mythical Knight King

Chapter 1 – Heir to the Light of the Holy King (1)

Five hundred years after the fall of the Holy Kingdom of Camelot.

In an age when the light of the Holy King, the protector of humanity, had faded, and the glory of the Knights of the Round Table had become a forgotten legend, there was finally a man who would carry on the light of the Holy King,

His name is-

The man who was standing there with a blank expression, looking up at the sky – or rather, at the words spread across the sky – Yoo-seong blinked once.

What is that?

An intro to an event.

Why did he stop talking?

He blinked a few more times as his mind raced through a series of reflexive thoughts, and then a light bulb went off and his eyes widened.

‘Wait, wait.’

As his mind returned, so did his memory.

The moment he pressed the accept button, his consciousness was interrupted, and now he was conscious again.

Yoo-seong took a quick look around.

The blue sky, large forests, and lush bushes were the usual backdrop for a Fantasy Monarch.

Yoo-seong thought to himself.

‘This is weird.’

He felt out of place.

The sky in Fantasy Monarch wasn’t that realistic.

Even though it was a full-dive virtual reality game, it wasn’t really real.

It was high-detailed and convincing, but it was still 3D graphics, in the sense that you could tell it was 3D but what I’m seeing now is not that.

It was too real, and maybe that’s why I felt a little crazy, but I didn’t feel like I was in a game.

Real skies and real forests.

Sure, there were white letters floating in the sky, but that just made it all the more surreal and made me feel even more out of place.

I wondered what was going on.

What is the meaning of this sight?

“Khee hee hee!”

The sudden hoarse voice made Yoo-seong turn his head reflexively.

Down the hill yelling, heavy breathing, and the sound of horse hooves were heard.

Several sounds were getting closer at the same time.

Hook-!

A blast of hot air came from the bottom of the hill.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yoo-seong saw a sweaty horse and a girl on it.

The girl, whose clothes were torn and soaked with blood in places, was running frantically, but she looked up and locked eyes with Yoo-seong.

Purple hair, white face, and golden eyes.

Panic flashed across her face for a moment, followed by desperation.

“Catch her! Catch her!”

Behind the girl’s back, the humanoid monsters with the heads of dogs – kobolds – appeared again, accompanied by harsh voices.

Then, even more terrified, the girl looked at Yoo-seong and shouted with a desperate face.

“Status, status, status!”

Panicked by the girl’s unexpected shout, Yoo-seong didn’t react immediately, and she opened her mouth to shout again.

“Hurry up and shout status!”

The horse, whose body was dented all over by the successive throwing axes, lost its balance and fell, and the girl also fell in a messy heap and rolled on the ground.

“Thump! Thump!”

“There’s one more!”

“It’s a man! Kill him! Eat him!”

The kobolds, seeing that the fallen girl was unable to move, shouted at Yoo-seong and began to run toward her, giggling.

It was a horrible sight indeed but it was no time to be frozen in place.

Yoo-seong forced himself to breathe.

Then he turned and ran.

I’m going to make it, he thought as he widened the distance between him and the kobolds.

The status window.

Yes, the status window.

A million thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

The dubious former phrase.

Ranked number one.

A setting too realistic for a game.

A girl and kobolds.

Could it be that I really entered a game? Or was I transported to another world?

It didn’t matter.

What mattered now was that he could feel the hot breath of the kobolds on his back.

“Status window!”

Yoo-seong shouted.

And with a popping sound, large windows of light appeared in front of him.

It was the all-too-familiar Fantasy Monarch status window.

He could see the information he needed right away, even in the midst of his desperation.

[Class: Apprentice Knight]

[Level: 1]

[Status: Novice Commander]

No, wait.

Level 1? And an apprentice knight?

Did they really say they were resetting me?

But his anger was short-lived.

By the time he realized the status window existed, his brain was already thinking of something else.

“Skill window! Inventory!”

Why would there be a status window and no skill window or inventory?

-Pow!

Once again, the spear of light came to mind.

[Chivalry]

[The Heir to the Light]

– Rally the Serfs

I hadn’t seen this skill before in Fantasy Monarch but I could guess what it was from the name alone.

Yoo-seong braked sharply, turned around, and shouted.

“Serf troops, rally!”

“Woooooooo!”

As if responding to his call, a blur of light flashed in response to his call, and ten warlords-or rather, shabbily dressed serfs-appeared before him.

Torn and tattered clothing, each carrying a weapon or farming implement.

Their bodies were all shaped differently, but they all had one thing in common: they looked ragged.

But they were allies anyway.

There were ten of them, more than three times as many as the kobolds.

“Magic?!”

“Ambush?!”

The kobolds panicked at the sudden appearance of the serf army.

“Ugh! Monsters! Run!”

“Let’s run!”

The serf troops screamed as they locked eyes with the kobolds and began to scatter in all directions.

It was a disconcerting sight, but also an expected one.

For while there was no skill in Fantasy Monarch called Rallying the Serfs, there was a serf army itself.

Serf Troops were an army created by forcibly conscripting serfs.

Naturally, morale was low.

They were poorly trained and poorly armed.

When you ask them to fight monsters, not people, it’s no wonder their morale plummeted and they ran away.

Even in Fantasy Monarch, it’s not uncommon for serf troops to lose their minds and run away.

So Yoo-seong was not disappointed.

As the serf troops fled, Yoo-seong was also on the move but it wasn’t fleeing that he chose.

His hand was reaching for his inventory the moment the serf army completely distracted the kobolds.

“Run!”

“Save the serfs!”

Reality and virtual reality were different.

Even in a full-dive virtual reality game, a swordsman in a game could never be a swordsman in real life.

There were many reasons for this, but the biggest one in Yoo-seong’s mind was the difference in basic physical performance.

The characters in Fantasy Monarch were all superhuman, just like in the game.

Real players, on the other hand, were ordinary humans.

Would it be possible for them to perform the skills of a superhuman with an ordinary human body?

But what if a player in the real world could obtain a superhuman body,

And if that user was the strongest knight of the Fantasy Monarch!

“Wait, he’s gone-”

He quickly drew his longsword from his inventory.

I flung myself to the side as the serf troop fled, and charged at the nearest kobold.

One of the kobolds spotted the Yoo-seong as it hit the ground, but by then it had already sped off.

Zap!

A sword swung as hard as it could, splitting the kobold’s back.

“Wha-?”

The kobold fell forward, unable to even utter a belated scream.

After taking a few steps past him, Yoo-sung stared straight ahead, gritting his teeth in horror at the blood and flesh on his sword.

One was taken by surprise.

But what about the other two?

Yoo-seong thought, and at the same time, expected and hoped.

And his expectations were fulfilled.

“Aaaah! Let’s follow the knight!”

“Kill! Kill them!”

“We outnumber them!”

The serf army, scattered in all directions, turned and charged the kobolds.

The reason for the serfs’ courage was simple.

They knew they had a knight on their side.

And that knight was a good fighter.

They realized they might actually be stronger!

The serfs were paragons of strength.

They charged at once with hundredfold courage, and their momentum was unusually strong.

“You humans!”

“Crack!”

The serfs’ spears stabbed the kobolds in the back and buttocks, and their hatchets smashed into their heads.

As the kobolds fell to the ground, the serf troops quickly surrounded them and began to beat them to death.

“Kill them! Kill them!”

“Stomp! Stomp!”

Five to a kobold, they pounced on each one, unleashing a barrage of blows, and in an instant, the bloodied kobolds were dead.

“Aaaah! We win!”

“Victory! Victory!”

At the sight of the serf troops shouting in joy, Yoo-seong sheathed his sword with a dumbfounded chuckle, a mixture of absurdity, joy, and relief.

It was still a bewildering situation.

His mind raced as to whether this was real or a game, and if it was real, whether he had actually killed the monster, but he consciously simplified his thoughts.

He cleared his throat and looked at the status window, a small smile forming on his face as he saw the words he expected.

[Battle won.]

[Earned one commander skill point.]

[Rescued the girl: your mission value increased slightly.]

[Gained a level.]

[Increased your stats slightly.]

[Gained 1 Commander skill point.]

A welcome level-up phrase, even in this day and age.

With a wry smile, Yoo-seong looked back at the serf troops