Chapter 61 Arthur Morgan (5K chapter)
New York, this city of decadence and extravagance, is a hotbed of sin and desire beneath its glamorous appearance.

Arthur Morgan, a poor man living in a notorious Brooklyn neighborhood, is destined to be extraordinary.

When he was young, he and his parents sneaked into the United States. With the "American dream" in their hearts, they did not realize that "outsiders" did not seem to be welcome here.

My father was addicted to gambling and he also loved drinking. He would often beat and scold his wife and children when he was drunk.
Naturally, gamblers like this will end up with a tragic ending of "family ruin" and death from excessive drinking.
Although there is still a glimmer of hope if rescued in time, how can they do it when they can't even afford the medical fee for calling an ambulance?

The mother suffered from asthma and heart disease, but she was the only one who cared about Arthur in this terrible family. She encouraged Arthur despite her illness.

Arthur Morgan grew up with difficulty in this abnormal environment. Due to lack of enough money to pay tuition, he started to hang out on the streets and work everywhere at an early age.

Arthur Morgan, who was withdrawn and not good at socializing, suffered a lot in his job search.

Finally, he got a job as a clown in a third-rate theater. Although the salary was not high, it was barely enough to provide enough food and clothing for the mother and son.

The theater's "golden sign" is a very pretty stripper, Selina Marais, who is also Arthur More's "dream lover".
Every time the theater's performances ended for the day, Arthur had to do extra work - he was responsible for cleaning up the messy stage and the garbage left by the audience on the stands, but most of them were crumpled dirty and smelly paper towels and some food residues.

But this is one of the few opportunities for Arthur to quietly watch his goddess dancing on the stage, or to accidentally "meet" Selena walking out of the dressing room.
Although Arthur thinks that it is almost impossible for him to be with the goddess, there is always a little bit of unrealistic fantasy in everyone's heart, right?

Until one day, it was a bad day.

"Arthur, I have something to ask you. Can you come to the back street after get off work?"

Arthur was overwhelmed by the sudden invitation from his goddess, thinking that happiness was knocking on his door.

So much so that he didn't notice the contempt and disdain in Selina's eyes at all.

Time passed quickly, or rather, Arthur Morgan's heart was filled with joy.
Even if I am working very hard, I cannot feel the torture of time.
Even though I am bullied and laughed at by my colleagues almost every day here, I am still happy as long as my "lady" is here.

But when Arthur arrived at the back street and saw Selena's back in a translucent gauze dress, he shyly took out a rose bought from a flower shop from behind. This was one of his few "useless expenses".

But fate always likes to play tricks on people. From the shadows on both sides of Selina,

Several figures with sloppy and sinister faces walked out. They were the gangsters entrenched in this place, doing things for money without any taboos.
"Your name is Arthur, right?!"

Before Arthur could react, he was surrounded and beaten.

Arthur, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, silently reached out to the rose that had fallen not far away.
But Selena stepped forward and stepped on the rose, crushing the flower repeatedly with her high heels. The impatient "goddess" spoke:

"I don't want to see you again!"

Then, Arthur saw a Mercedes slowly stop by the street, and a middle-aged man with a big belly who looked older than his father got out of the car.

But Selena greeted him with a smile on her face, and the two of them kept teasing and acting intimately.

Arthur had never seen Selina in this state before. He looked at her in disbelief. The middle-aged man spat fiercely at Arthur on the ground.
"You're still looking, aren't you?"

"Keep hitting me hard. I'll be responsible if anything happens!"

He turned around, put his arms around Selina's waist, got in the car, and headed north.

The few thugs who stayed behind smiled at each other, rubbed their hands, and started a new round of violence.

But Arthur gritted his teeth and curled himself up into a ball. He didn't scream, but his eyes gradually turned blood red. Evil thoughts began to grow in his heart. Just when he was about to be swallowed by negative emotions,
A heavy, magnetic voice resounded through the dark streets.

"What are you doing?"

Arthur, with his eyes swollen and his face bruised, opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the "God" who had descended from the sky and his handsome face.
Then everything went black and he lost consciousness.

Looking at what was happening in the alley, Link stroked his chin and muttered to himself,

"I thought it was some 'six legs in, two legs out' hell joke scenario?"

“It turns out they are just some social dregs.”

The thugs who recognized Link's face immediately fled in all directions, leaving the place without looking back.
Link wasn't very interested in chasing these ants. He just glanced at Arthur Morgan on the ground in surprise, then turned around and left the alley...

"Pain! It hurts too much!"

When Arthur woke up, the faint morning star indicated that he had been lying here for several hours.
He felt severe pain all over his limbs, and there was dried black and red blood on the ground. He supported himself and climbed up.

I stumbled back home and opened the door, but the house was strangely quiet.
Arthur realized something was wrong and rushed into the bedroom. He looked at his mother lying silently on the bed and the pills and bottles scattered around the bed.
He stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks.

If I could return home earlier tonight and stop pursuing those unrealistic fantasies, would my mother not have died at home?

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha"

Arthur, who was heartbroken, laughed. It was such a crazy laugh, the most hearty laugh he had ever had in his life.

He sat by his mother's bed until dawn, when Arthur Morgan stood up with an expressionless face.
He dragged out a wooden box from deep under the bed. It contained all the savings he had accumulated over the years.

Then, he clumsily found an acquaintance with whom he had hung out on the streets before and bought him an old revolver with six bullets.

Arthur washed up at home solemnly, put on his most respectable bright suit left by his father, and tore off a piece of purple ribbon as a tie.
Putting the revolver on his waist, he walked to the theater with excitement, silently waiting for the night to fall.

Afterwards, he put on a mask, blended into the crowd, and entered the theater.

At this moment, Arthur quietly admired Selina who was constantly performing various seductive poses on the stage and slowly removing her clothes.

But his eyes were full of coldness, not full of admiration and appreciation like before.

After this vulgar performance ended, the crowd gradually dispersed, but Arthur still sat in his seat without moving.
"Hey! What do you mean, man?"

The fat man who had been bullying him walked up to Arthur and spoke in a teasing tone, but his small eyes kept looking him over.

"Why do I feel like... you look familiar?"

Just as he was about to get closer to confirm Arthur's identity,
Arthur suddenly raised his hand which had been in his pocket, and stuffed the cold barrel of the gun directly into the fat man's mouth.
"……Well……"

Feeling the smell of rust mixed with the odor of gun oil gradually spreading in his mouth, the fat man was so scared that he dared not move. He could only blink his eyes desperately and beg Arthur not to shoot.

But Selina, who was on the stage preparing to return to the locker room, and the skinny and tall Quasimodo, who looked wretched, also noticed the two people standing still in the stands.
"Ron, what's wrong?"

Selina asked with some doubt, but Quasimodo beside her wanted to show some "manliness" in front of her, so he took the initiative to walk up and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing, kid?"

But when he saw what was in Ron's mouth, Quasimodo was stunned.

Arthur stood up silently, slowly took off his mask, and looked at
"Arthur!?"

Quasimodo looked at Arthur who had taken off his mask and exclaimed in surprise, but soon his expression turned into mockery and he spoke with disdain,
"How dare you come here?"

"What? Do you think you can do whatever you want with a toy gun? Even if it's real, would you dare to shoot?"

"Go ahead and shoot! Go ahead and shoot!"

If looks could kill now, Quasimodo would have been killed countless times by Ron.

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At this moment, he hated meeting such a "pig teammate" very much, and also resented why Arthur came to him first, when he was obviously not the one who bullied him the worst...

"boom--"

The fierce gunshots rang in Quasimodo's ears.

Ron's back of the head suddenly exploded, splashing blood and some tissue fragments onto Quasimodo's face.

He stood there in a daze, seemingly completely unable to anticipate that Arthur, whom they had always bullied at will, would be a ruthless man who would shoot at will.

For a moment, Quasimodo forgot to run away. There was only the sound of running water and the rising smell of urine.
He fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, begging for mercy, while raising his hands and slapping himself in the face.
"Arthur, please let me go. I really know I'm wrong. Please don't kill me. I have elderly parents and young children to support. I have a family to support..."

Hearing the key word "family" seemed to have touched Arthur's brain nerves. He put the still hot barrel of the gun against Quasimodo's forehead.

This feeling of controlling other people's lives and doing whatever he wants makes Arthur's blood boil. He can't help but start laughing wildly.
"Family? Hahahahahaha…I don't have any family…"

As Arthur laughed, two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks. His finger was already on the trigger. He spoke in a high and respectful voice,
"Mr. Quasimodo, be careful in your next life!" "Bang——"

There was another deafening gunshot, and Quasimodo, with a bloody hole on his forehead, fell backwards with his head raised, blood flowing from the back of his head.

Arthur turned his head to look at the stage, but Selina was no longer there. However, he was not in a hurry.
For Arthur, who is often responsible for cleaning the entire theater, it is not difficult to find a fleeing "prey" in his "home court" which is more familiar to him than his own home.

Besides, Arthur had already made some changes to the exits of the theater.
"crunch-"

Arthur suddenly stopped and looked towards the dressing room thoughtfully. Although the sound of the door closing was very faint, it was so clearly audible in the silent theater.

No longer trying to hide anything, Arthur strode towards the locker room and pushed the door, only to find it was locked.

But he turned his head and stared at the fire axe in the fire box. He smashed the glass door with the butt of the gun and took out the long axe.
He held the long axe tightly in both hands and suddenly smashed it against the wooden door of the locker room.
"Bang-"

"Bang-"

Selina, who was hiding in the locker room, looked at the debris on the wooden door and the axe blade flashing with horror.
She couldn't help but scream, and the fruit knife in her hand was almost dropped.

Soon, a huge crack was smashed open in the wooden door. Arthur Morgan looked through the crack, revealing his blood-stained face, and looked at Selina with a big smile on his face.
"Hello?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Selina suppressed her fear, ran towards the window sill, and tried her best to get out of the window.

But a voice like the whisper of a devil followed closely behind.
"Ahhhh!"

Arthur raised the axe high and hit Selina's ankle hard. Blood immediately gushed out, flesh tore open, and pale bones were exposed.

The excruciating pain almost made Selina faint, but she still endured the discomfort, crawled out of the window sill, and came to the back street, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.
"Zizzizi——"

In the dark street, there was only Selina running slowly forward, and Arthur chasing slowly along the blood trail, the long axe being dragged and rubbing against the ground.

Selena gradually became exhausted due to excessive blood loss and was eventually forced into a dead end.

She begged with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Arthur, please, don't kill me. Don't you want me so badly? Come on, I'll give you everything!"

But Arthur turned a deaf ear to him, his eyes bloodshot. Just as he was about to swing the axe and end the life of this woman whom he loved and hated at the same time,

A familiar voice came from behind.
"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Arthur loosened his grip and the axe fell to the ground. At this moment, he was like a helpless child. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Link with a confident smile.
"Mr. Superman...I..."

But Selina saw a glimmer of hope, and she hurriedly shouted,

"Mr. Superman, save me, he's a lunatic!"

"Shh-"

Link put his finger on his lips to signal for silence, then turned to look at Arthur Morgan, who was covered in blood and at a loss, and spoke with interest,
"Personal matters?"

"Um……"

"What's your name?"

"Arthur, Arthur Morgan, Mr. Superman."

Link was stunned when he heard this, and immediately blurted out,

"You need to be saved!"

"what?"

Arthur thought he had misheard, but Link patted him on the shoulder.

"Nothing, I just feel a little regretful. It seems that you came to the wrong era. Perhaps the Wild West is more suitable for you."

"I'm sorry... Mr. Superman, I may have disappointed you..."

Arthur lowered his head and muttered to himself, looking like he wanted to commit suicide on the spot after taking his revenge.

But Link spoke nonchalantly,
"It's okay. Just do less of this kind of thing. It will reduce your honor points."

"Don't be a big wimp."

Although Arthur did not quite understand what Link meant by honor, he regarded it as an affirmation from his "idol", and his depressed mood improved.
Selina, who had been ignored by the two people who were chatting happily, fell into complete despair. Knowing her fate, she screamed madly.
"Bitch! You bastard! Sun and beach!"

Link turned his head, raised the logo of a sports brand at the corner of his mouth, and uttered a classic line:
“Just do it”

With the instruction from his "idol", Arthur excitedly chopped Selena into pieces with an axe.

Looking at Arthur who was becoming more and more crazy, Link shrugged.

He didn't care if there was an extra clown in New York, or anything else. This was just an experiment for fun.

Can [The Power of Language〈Purple(Rare)〉] really distort a person's mind and completely change him or her?

When Arthur looked back, Link had disappeared.

After the revenge was over, he used gasoline to set the entire theater on fire. Arthur, in a state of dismay, walked aimlessly on the streets in the early morning.

Before I knew it, I had walked into a church.

Looking at the cross sculpture placed on the altar, Arthur felt it was a bit ironic.

It did not appear when he was most confused and in need of God's salvation, but it appeared before him again when his revenge was over and the dust settled.

Just as Arthur was thinking about whether to smash the sculpture, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"Kid, you look confused."

Arthur turned his head and saw a priest in black robes with a compassionate face.
"I'm sorry, Father. I'm just passing through."

"I see confusion in your eyes. You must have experienced something that changed your life not long ago, right?"

Arthur didn't know how to answer, so he could only look at the priest in front of him in silence.
"My name is Moriarty, Joseph Moriarty, and as you can see, I am a priest."

Finally, Moriarty took out a book wrapped in brown paper from his black robe.
“The path to salvation lies within.”

Arthur took the book in a daze, tore open the cover, and saw the cover:

It was a capital "N" tilted 45 degrees inside a white circle with a dark red background.

Then, Moriarty motioned for Arthur to turn the page.

Arthur was completely stunned when he saw the familiar portrait on the first page of the prologue. It was Link, whom he had just met not long ago.

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But Moriarty smiled calmly, spoke in a pious voice, spread his arms,

"Please allow me to introduce our Lord to you: the Almighty, the Compassionate Sage, the only true God in the world, the Most Benevolent! The Most Good! The Most High! The Most Powerful King - Kal-El."

"You have obtained a ticket to board the 'Ark'. Welcome to join our sect - the 'New World'."

"Say, hi! New World!"

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