My SSS-Rank Class Is Blood Monarch!

Arthur stared up at Nameless, his breath ragged and hot in his throat. The raw intensity in his eyes could’ve burned through steel. Never before had he felt such visceral, unrelenting hatred for someone. Every cell in his body cried out for vengeance—to see Nameless crushed beneath his feet, torn apart inch by inch.

And yet… all he could do was glare.

Bound in shackles that nullified his mana, trapped in a fortress carved into stone and madness, Arthur was powerless. He could feel it in his bones—no matter how hard he struggled, he wasn’t escaping this. Not yet.

“If you touch even one of them—if you hurt a single one—I swear I’ll tear you apart,” he growled, his voice shaking not with fear but fury. “I’ll chase you to the edge of the world. There won’t be a place left where you can hide.”

Nameless cocked his head, his expression somewhere between amused and manic. “Oho? That passion… delightful!” he said, clasping his hands behind his back like a parent humoring a stubborn child. “But really now, Persona, haven’t you listened? My work here—my grand purpose—is nearly complete. Death isn’t something I fear anymore. Not when I’m about to witness divinity unleashed.”

He threw his head back and laughed, a sharp, echoing sound that bounced off the cold stone walls like the cawing of a mad raven.

Arthur gritted his teeth so hard it hurt. ‘This lunatic… this entire place… It’s all one giant nightmare.’

He didn’t respond. There was no reasoning with insanity and Nameless was by far the most insane person he had ever met. There is not a shred of rationality within those malicious eyes, just a blinded ambition that knows no end. He was completely lost… A lost cause.

Nameless gave him a tug by the shackles, yanking Arthur forward so hard he nearly fell face-first into the stone. “Come now. Walk, or I’ll drag you. Your choice.”

Despite the sharp pain in his shoulder from the pull, Arthur forced himself upright. He breathed through clenched teeth and rose, meeting Nameless’s gaze with a cold smirk. “Turn your back to me and see what happens. I might not have power right now, but you’d be amazed what I can still do.”

Nameless blinked, then smiled. “Hm. Clever boy. No sense risking surprises, I suppose.” He stepped close, uncomfortably so, and then gestured forward. “Very well. You walk ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

Arthur gave a faint nod and turned. “Fine,” he muttered. “Lead the way. But know this—when I find my people, when I get them back… you’re dead.”

Nameless chuckled, following behind with light, almost cheerful steps. “You’ll see them soon enough. I promise.”

The two exited the dim jail corridor, Arthur’s chained feet scraping along the stone floor. As they walked, the truth of where he had been held finally began to sink in. What he thought was a solitary cell was only one of hundreds—no, thousands. The tunnel stretched far beyond what the eye could see, lined with barred doors and silent rooms. He felt like he was walking in an endless, morbid loop filled with doors.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he passed them. “You… built all this?”

Nameless, ever pleased with himself, smiled as if he were giving a tour of a palace. “Oh yes. Every brick, every cell. This entire castle was built by yours truly. My greatest masterpiece, don’t you think?”

Arthur didn’t answer. Words would only fuel this man’s delusions.

The tunnel finally gave way to a vast open space—familiar in the worst possible way. A massive circular platform hovered around the edges of an abyss, bottomless and hungry. Cold, unfeeling air swept up from its depths, brushing against Arthur’s skin like a whisper of death.

He remembered this place. The dread returned with it. Deep in his heart, the vivid feeling of staring into the Godless darkness still lived vividly. He doubted he would ever forget it even if he tried.

Nameless grinned and spread his arms wide. “Perfect! A front-row seat for the grand performance.” He dragged Arthur across the platform to a large iron door, locking his chains to a heavy bolt just beside it. Arthur pulled against it instinctively, but the shackles remained firm. No give. No mercy.

“Where the hell are you going?!” Arthur barked as Nameless turned to leave.

“To gather our guests, of course. Can’t start the party without them!” He gave a mock bow and vanished into the darkness. “Give me a few minutes~”

Arthur was left alone. Alone with the silence. Alone with the pit.

The cold silence of the place gnawed at his ears. He sat down, shackles clinking dully, and lowered his head.

Think, damn it. Think.

He replayed the events over and over in his head, looking for something—anything—he missed. He couldn’t rely on brute strength, and his mana was locked. The system inventory was useless. And Nameless… Nameless was too strong. Too prepared.

“I promised him… I promised I wouldn’t let anyone else die,” Arthur whispered to himself, voice barely audible. “I swore I wouldn’t let another person fall because of me.”

He gritted his teeth and stared into the abyss. That impossibly deep void. For a moment, it felt like the abyss was staring back.

It’s a game, he reminded himself. Every scenario has a solution. There has to be a way out. There always is. Even if it looks impossible.

But even as he told himself that, doubt whispered through the cracks in his determination. This felt different. Like the system was no longer playing by the rules.

“No,” he muttered. “I’ve broken impossible odds before. I am the one who makes the impossible bend. I won’t stop here.”

A sudden sound broke his thoughts.

Faint.

Like a whisper.

Arthur’s head snapped up. “What the…?”

He glanced around, eyes narrowed. Nothing. No one.

‘What was that? Am I hearing things now?!’

He sat still, waiting. And then it came again—this time, louder. A whisper, barely distinguishable, but real.

“Who’s there?” he called out, voice echoing faintly.

No response. Just the sound again, soft and rhythmic, like words carried by the wind.

He frowned, leaning forward slightly. ‘That wasn’t my imagination. That was real.’

The whispering continued. Words he couldn’t understand. A language that didn’t exist—at least not in Arthur’s world. Yet somehow… it felt familiar. As if something inside him recognized it. His instincts were drawn toward it in a way he didn’t comprehend.

Arthur slowly turned toward the abyss. A chill ran down his spine.

“…No way…” he whispered, a sense of dread wrapping around his chest. “That’s not…”

He stood shakily, eyes locked onto the swirling darkness below. The whispers grew louder the closer he leaned toward the edge.

“There is only the God in that abyss… No? But, it can’t be… communicating with me, can it? I mean, I mean, it’s Sealed, right?”

However, as if it wanted to remind him that it was there, the whispers talked again. They didn’t spare a second to deliver the same message with the same encrypted words he cannot crack.

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