Gold Sun, My Knight
“Where... is this?”
“Where? My house.”
Gold Sun looked around with a dazed expression. Luckily, Jangbi had just gone into the bathroom, saying he’d rest first. If this faint-hearted delinquent high schooler had laid eyes on Jangbi’s appearance, he’d have fainted on the spot and caused a huge fuss. Better this way.
“How... how am I still alive?”
Gold Sun’s hands trembled faintly. He looked up at me, his face a complicated mess of confusion.
“What... what happened to you?”
I could guess the unspoken part. He was wondering how I was fine, or what the hell this situation even was.
“Why do you think?” I replied indifferently.
“Did you... save me? How the fuck is that possible? That black monster’s axe...”
Gold Sun’s voice quivered like an alcoholic in withdrawal.
“Does it matter? The point is, I saved your ass. In short, I’m your lifesaver.”
Pure, unadulterated truth—not a shred of bullshit. I’d sacrificed one of my precious four knight slots to appoint this guy teetering on death’s door from a Black Orc axe blow and bring him back. Hell, I’d practically given him a new life. Without me, he’d be chatting up the ferryman on the River Styx right now.
Sure, he’d carried me up the stairs, helping me dodge a major crisis. But I’d been alive at the time, so I didn’t owe him my life. On the flip side, I’d revived a dying man, making “lifesaver” a logically airtight fact.
“And from now on, I’m your master.”
Wait, “master” sounded a bit off. It might rub this immature lamb the wrong way.
“‘Master’ is the most accurate term, but whatever—boss? King? Leader? Something like that.”
Judging by his eyes, he still wasn’t getting it.
“In other words, you’re my slave... no, servant? Eh, close enough. Yeah, you’re my knight.”
Gold Sun’s eyes widened like full moons.
“What? What the hell are you talking about? You sick or something?”
“My heart hurts. You don’t know what a knight is? Not chauffeur or reporter— the medieval kind! You know?”
Gold Sun rubbed his temples like his head was spinning.
“What the fuck are you even saying...? You’re acting weird.”
Watching this blond, tanned delinquent fail to grasp basic words made pity swell in me. If he’d just bothered with school, he’d get this instantly.
Vocabulary-challenged idiot? His dropout vibe screamed he’d never cracked a book. For a second, I wondered if my social skills were lacking and I’d botched the explanation, but nah—I shook it off.
A cigarette craving hit from the frustration. Good thing I had about ten packs stocked; skipping daily convenience store runs had been a godsend.
Normally, I’d head downstairs, but given the situation, I cracked the window and lit up right there in the room. Who in this building would dare complain to me? I was the lord and king of this world.
The sunset dipped toward the western mountains, painting everything red.
This place has a sun too, huh?
I pondered briefly but ignored the science. Natural laws didn’t apply here anyway.
“Want one?”
Cigarettes were precious with an uncertain future, but he was my knight—minimal material perks were in order.
“Aren’t you underage? A little shit like you smoking?”
Gold Sun suddenly playing the moral card? This fucker smokes like a chimney himself, underage punk.
“Dropout lecturing me? Think I haven’t seen you puffing against alley walls?”
His brow furrowed hard, eyes turning hostile like he couldn’t compute.
“...You’ve seen me smoke? First time I’ve laid eyes on you today—what bullshit? And you, kid, why the fuck you talking down to me?”
“You know how old I am? How old are you?”
“Me? Turning twenty in a few months. You look barely out of middle school.”
Insolent brat, blood not even dry on his neck. The system said he was my knight—why the crawling arrogance? Shouldn’t knights grovel to their king?
“Me? Four hundred and five. Way older than you, Gold Sun. Ancestor-level.”
He didn’t like that; he finally snapped.
“Cut the crap. And my name’s Kim Taeyang, not Gold Sun. I fucking hate name games. Got it, tiny bitch?”
Listen to this slave talking to his owner. I’d offered a smoke out of kindness, and he repays by pissing me off?
“Ha!”
Unbelievable. Dogs that growl at masters need a beating, but I wasn’t using force. Physically, I was the building’s undisputed weakest. I’d felt it carrying me up—he was built tough, solid bones. Delinquent or not, his stamina and strength were decent.
But I had a clear edge. Perfect chance to test it—time for some coercion.
“Shut up! From now on, your name’s not Kim Taeyang. It’s Gold Sun. Got it?”
“What! You...”
Gold Sun’s retort cut off dead. His face paled, body freezing like someone hit pause. Shock? Panic? Looked like his ego got crushed by overwhelming force. He sat stock-still, screen-frozen, fully submissive.
No more backtalk or glares—he couldn’t even meet my eyes, just stared at the floor.
It happened the instant I decided on force.
Whoa, it works.
System intervention, no doubt. It loved rules.
“Cat got your tongue? Your name’s Gold Sun now, and you obey my orders. Got it?”
“...”
“Answer me!”
Gold Sun glared up defiantly, forcing resistance. But as I stared down with intense eyes, his trembled and crumbled. He bowed his head limply.
“...Got it.”
Yes! Gold Sun submits! My theory was right—system rules apply.
I grinned triumphantly. No taste for tormenting the broken.
“Looks like you’re sane now. Get out of my house. I need rest.”
He rose sluggishly.
“Okay...”
As he left, I added to his back:
“Rest up today. Be ready to bolt here anytime I call.”
He paused, then exited. I turned back to the monitor.
Wait, what was I gonna do again?
Gold Sun closed the door and walked the hall. Descending the stairs, he recalled the day’s chaos. He’d collapsed, vision fading, last sight a black monster with a massive axe.
But the building was silent now, like it never happened. He scanned for traces—nothing.
When consciousness returned, he’d seen the rude girl he’d carried upstairs. Cute, baby-faced, like fresh out of middle school. Porcelain-pale skin, stunningly beautiful, but bored beyond her years.
She claimed to have saved him—baffling. How’d she fend off that horror?
Yet here he was, intact. Huge back wound? Gone like a dream.
Edgy and confused, he’d snapped when the brat offered smokes and mocked his name as “Gold Sun.” Arrogant kid needed humbling—not violence against a girl, just a scare.
Then he saw it. Her shadow.
Sunset leaked through the window, stretching her shadow long. Not human—writhing like a giant centipede.
Instinct screamed: She’s no human. Predator.
Survival mode kicked in.
She’d said: “Cat got your tongue? Your name’s Gold Sun now, and you obey my orders. Got it?”
“...”
“Answer me!”
Rebellion surged. He’d bowed to no one but parents and girlfriend. Since freshman year, no one touched him. He ruled peers—never submitted.
He glared up. Mistake.
Her fierce eyes were cute, but then—antennae. A pair sprouting from her forehead.
What the fuck?
She wasn’t human. Some inhuman thing.
“Looks like you’re sane now. Get out of my house. I need rest.”
Her—no, it’s—words sent him bolting. Terror gripped him tight.
Maybe it caused all this. It had warned them to flee when no one understood.
Perhaps they’d been its playthings from the start.
He feigned calm grabbing the knob, hiding fear.
Then it spoke: “Rest up today. Be ready to bolt here anytime I call.”
Shit!
I’m fucked.