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A master assassin transmigrates into an interstellar era. Other players were responsible for competing in the e-sports arena, while he was responsible for stringing up and beating up the other players. His sword was hidden during the peak of day, and he was a gentleman who arrived in a flash of light; As a vanguard of the eternal night, he was the variable between life and death in the world. “As you know, the Star League’s difficulty levels are arranged in this way: Paradise < Simple < Normal < Difficult < Nightmare < Hell < [Tyron Odin]” - Description from Novelupdates

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age. “Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age. “Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met. “I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age. “So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand. This was their legend. - Description from Novelupdates