Episode 0

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"Monarch Park Chan-woo, to be honest, we didn't want to do this. Someone like you a great talent, the best assassin, and the successor to the previous Monarch shouldn't die… However."

However, what?

Park Chan-woo had seen his life as if he were a puppet. The 'Triad of the Night' had produced countless assassins, yet none of them became the heir to the organization. But.

Park Chan-woo was different.

The heir to the 'Triad of the Night' bore the title of 'Monarch,' granted personally by the organization's previous patriarch.

For Park Chan-woo, obtaining the title and inheritance of the world's largest organization wasn't difficult. For centuries and through entire generations, the Monarch, who served as the organization's patriarch, had to be the strongest.

It was mandatory to rise to the very top by being the strongest.

The Triad of the Night consisted of the greatest assassins in the world, the best talents, the finest fighters.

Asian and American countries feared this organization. However, when the Monarch died and Park Chan-woo became the new Monarch, the lower-ranking seats of the Monarch were not pleased.

Even if he was the best at everything, even if he had the greatest talent.

Park Chan-woo dominated everything; his strength led him to the position of Patriarch of the organization. However, the seven seats beneath him, the strongest, overpowered Park Chan-woo.

Park Chan-woo watched as the seven seats of the Triad of the Night stood before him.

Park Chan-woo, who was atop a mountain of corpses with several holes throughout his body and seven black swords stabbed into him, each sword representing one of the seven seats of the Triad of the Night.

"It's your end, Monarch Park Chan-woo."

The seven seats lined up in a straight line, each drawing a dagger the size of an adult forearm, while they stared at Park Chan-woo atop the pile of corpses.

This mountain of corpses was made up of all the members of the Triad of the night. The seven seats in front of Park Chan-woo were the only seven members who remained standing after the war with Monarch Park Chan-woo.

The seven seats looked at each other, as Park Chan-woo glanced at them, his eyes barely open, dark bags under his eyes, seven swords in his body. Even so, he sat atop the mountain of corpses like a true King of a powerful empire.

Park Chan-woo spoke.

"It's a shame, you know... Even if I die and rid myself of this organization, you seven are the same... Your current state is terrible, and with one or two hits, you'll die immediately... So... Why not die together... Companions?"

"Fucking bastard... Traitor son of a bitch."

"Calm down, seven, three, one, and five are on the verge of death. Two, six, you, seven, and I are the ones in better shape... We can kill him if we move together."

Park Chan-woo looked at them with a smile, having served the Triad of the night for over two decades, he had come to a conclusion.

Park Chan-woo would destroy the Triad of the Night.

He would be the last monarch, and these men would be the last members. However, even if the organization completely falls, Park Chan-woo knew that in the future, someone would rebuild the Triad of the Night.

But that didn't matter to him. These seven before him were the last. The Asian and American countries would keep an eye out if anyone started the organization from scratch.

'I promise I will kill all the members of the Triad of the Night, even kill the Seven Seats of the organization. With that, my organization will definitely die.'

There was an agreement.

The agreement was to kill absolutely all the members of the Triad of the Night, including Park Chan-woo in the process.

'I know I will die in the last moment along with the Seven Seats.'

The seven tightened their muscles. The daggers in their hands were gripped with all their strength. Their bodies were on the verge of collapse, and three of them were about to die.

"Come on... Companions, we will die together, all eight of us... The Patriarch and the Seven Seats, today and right here."

Park Chan-woo spoke as the seven moved, including Park Chan-woo.

Park Chan-woo pulled one of the swords embedded in his body. Blood sprayed out, but... The pain wasn't even felt in his body, as if pain had ceased to exist within him. Park Chan-woo swung the sword.

Modern weapons were not available for a quicker death at this moment; however, this was the style of the Triad of the Night.

He wields the sword and dies by the sword.

"We will die together."

Park Chan-woo died, the Seven Seats died, and the world enjoyed peace for a long time after the fall of the Triad of the Night by its very leader... Park Chan-woo.

A single man killed countless members, including the seven strongest. The news spread across the world the following day, however...

He wields the sword and dies with it the legacy of Monarch Park Chan-woo after his death.