#1005. I need to fill it up
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I hoped for strength.
I didn’t want power.
It is not a means of becoming rich or wealthy.
It wasn’t that I wanted to be recognized.
Since I was born a man, there was no reason to want to be stronger than anyone else.
…okay.
Until I saw that sword.
The moment he saw the sword, it was so perfect and beautiful, without a single flaw, regardless of its strength or weakness, that he knew.
How insignificant and fleeting the power he sought was.
So he hoped.
I hope that I too can draw a sword like that.
Even if you lose everything you have accumulated throughout your life: wealth, power, status, honor, and organization.
About 2 years since then.
Although it may not be long.
For a time that is by no means short.
That’s why he neglected everything else and devoted all his time and effort to training his sword, saving even the time of erosion.
…In the end, I didn’t get the sword.
Still, it didn’t matter.
A battle with the Sword Master.
Without using any skills and without any assistance.
As a result of fighting the Sword Master with only sword skills, the tip of his sword reached the peak of the sword he had longed for, even if only for a moment.
He had to pay the price with his own life, but he could have paid any price if it was the price of performing a perfect swordsmanship.
There were no regrets.
There was only regret.
This is his end, leaving only the regret that he can no longer draw a perfect sword path.
That’s how his life ended.
No, I thought so.
Until everything falls somewhere hazy, vaguer than a dream and deeper than the afterlife.
In a place where it felt like everything was covered in fog and darkness that I couldn’t find a way out no matter how much I walked.
He had no questions.
Whether he is dead or alive.
Why are you in a place like this?
Instead, it was just restored.
Thousands of times.
Hundreds of millions of times.
He swung and swung the sword in his hand again and again.
So that he can unleash the perfect sword he unleashed last time.
It was an incredibly reckless, foolish, and arduous process, like searching for a needle in the sand while blindfolded.
However, as the process continued, his sword slowly but steadily became closer to perfection.
At first, once in a billion times.
And once in a hundred thousand.
Once in a thousand.
Once in a hundred.
So, after swinging the sword for a long time, I don’t know if it was several years, tens of years, or hundreds of millions of years.
In the end, one hundred to one hundred thousand to one hundred billion to one billion.
You will be able to reproduce that perfect sword strike at any time and in any situation.
When you cut down ‘something’.
[Have you woken up?]
“….”
[I’m sorry to tell you that I gave you such crappy treatment, but you’ll have to pay the medical bills right away.]
Waking up from a long dream.
He found out.
He is still alive.
That he was still unconscious.
But leaving all that behind, he eventually picked up his sword, escaped Quetzalcoatl, and headed to the battlefield.
Did he hear the current situation at least roughly from the ghost of a middle-aged woman who was said to be a former aide of the Green Dragon Princess who woke him up?
Of course, that was also a reason.
But the biggest reason was that I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t check it right away.
-Whether it is possible to draw the perfect sword path that he completed in his dream in real life?
Kaoooo!
That was why.
Right now at this moment.
The reason why he was willing to face the monster that rushed at him with a scream.
If you look at its appearance, it looks like a slightly bizarre tiger, but you can tell at a glance that this monster has absolute self-sufficient power.
The flames engulfing my entire body right now are enough to melt even the flying special bullets.
To be honest, in the past, he was a strong enemy who would have had to fight from a distance, completely avoiding close combat.
But…
Pugh!
Avoid the front foot.
It stabbed the mouth that was about to spit out flames.
Until he drove a sword through his throat and into his heart.
He took only a few steps at most and dealt with the monster without even swinging three times, and shook his head.
Paang!
‘indeed.’
Immediately after turning my head.
What passes by that spot is an arrow.
Although it had the power to shatter mountains, it flew in without any sign or sound and was truly enough to be considered a fatal blow.
But of course, he dodged such a secret arrow without even looking back.
I catch the arrow that flies again with the tip of my sword.
And so, he pierced the centaur archer with an arrow that he cleverly sent back in the opposite direction.
He was sure.
The moment I escaped a long dream.
The first thing I realized.
‘Is this the state I have longed for?’
…that he has reached the ultimate level of the sword.
There was no need for evidence.
A sense that allows you to understand this wide battlefield in detail.
A body that is not just strong but optimized for swinging a sword and has no deviation whatsoever.
Above all, it is a perfect sword that unfolds naturally at any time and in any situation without any special effort or awareness.
Because it proved more clearly than any other evidence that he had already seen the end of his sword.
‘But it’s not enough.’
nevertheless.
He still felt thirsty.
It wasn’t just that my body felt heavy, as if wet with water, as I had just woken up after being unconscious for a long time.
Definitely drawing a perfect sword.
Although I cut down the monster easily.
Nevertheless, the subtle insufficiency felt every time I swung the sword was making me feel regretful.
And what is the reason?
I already knew the answer.
Yam Yongsalgeom.
What he had been busy learning in the past was now making him feel uncomfortable.
It wasn’t because he lacked swordsmanship.
The Yam Dragon Slayer Sword that Limon created to deal with the Sword Demon, who was the best sword in the world, was clearly a world-class swordsmanship.
The problem is that all he learned was the form and principles of swordsmanship, and he was never able to acquire the swordsmanship of the Yam Dragon Slayer Sword.
The basis of the Yam Yongsalgeom is the Yongsalgeom.
It was a sword technique that only three sword masters active in the Bronze Age could master.
In fact, it was natural that he, who had neither the experience nor the will to fight a dragon to the death, could not obtain the sword of the Yam Dragon Slayer Sword.
And just like clothes, no matter how good they are, are uncomfortable if they don’t fit your body.
Even though he saw the end of the sword…
or rather, that was why he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with the Yam Yong Slay Sword.
But he just feels regretful.
I didn’t feel sorry.
“If it’s not enough, we have to make up for it.”
Sigh!
Just like that…
I keep fighting monsters.
Geomro gradually changes.
He has already reached the ultimate level of the sword.
In the process, a new law of the sword is created based on the intention in mind.
Without rushing.
One after another.
singly.
Nevertheless, the sword skills are accumulating at an incredible speed, and the sword skills also continue to change in real time.
Fighting monsters in the dungeon.
Learn by replicating countless skills.
Reign at the top of the player.
Defeated in a duel with the returning monarch.
Become Limon’s disciple and learn the yam dragon slayer sword.
In the end, after a desperate struggle with the Sword Master, he obtained the sword.
A swordsmanship based on the life he has built his whole life and everything he has learned through the experiences he has accumulated along the way.
The logic piled on top of that.
The moment when dew began to form little by little.
[You ungrateful bastard…! Even though you have received the star’s protection, you will have to pay with death for daring to defy the great star!]
With a loud roar, a six-armed monster blocked his path.
It wasn’t just a monster.
A crystal skull with only a head.
A woman with a bird’s head.
A dwarf riding a misshapen chariot.
Two red and blue snakes, etc.
Among the followers, all of whom were absolute self-sufficient people, six beings with particularly great power surrounded him from all directions.
They realized it too.
If we don’t stop him, this battlefield where we had the best chance of victory may collapse.
So they got ready right away.
To attack him by wielding six weapons, reciting a spell to bind space, activating the Demon Eye, spewing out flame and cold breath, and firing a ray cannon.
Among their followers, their combined effort is clearly absolute as they possess the greatest power.
Once unfolded, it was something that one could be confident could take the life of anyone.
[What…?]
[…?!]
So right after that.
They were all perplexed.
The weapon flew out of my hand.
The spell the skeleton was reciting was interrupted.
The magical eye was obscured by a flying piece of cloth.
The mouth that was trying to exhale was pierced.
The gun barrel that was supposed to fire the light cannon was cut.
It wasn’t like he suddenly used a self-immolation technique or accelerated time to cut them down at the same time.
I just swung my sword calmly like before.
Nevertheless, they had no choice but to stop for a moment because they were exquisitely struck at the moment when they were about to attack.
Of course it was a momentary thing.
It was less than 0.01 seconds.
But that moment was enough.
Not long enough for him to sneak through their gap and calmly crush the Crystal Skull’s skull.
[What!]
Having suddenly lost their comrade in vain, they were in awe and tried to attack him again.
But no matter how hard you try.
They couldn’t attack him.
No matter what kind of power he tried to use, his calmly swung sword exquisitely pierced through the gap.
It’s as if they knew in advance what and when they would attack and were looking for loopholes.
‘prognosis? No, that can’t be…!’
Clearly, his fighting style was closer to that of a person with precognitive abilities or a regressor who knew the future intimately.
But they soon denied that possibility themselves.
They had accumulated a lot of experience while performing the Constellation for a long time, so of course they were well equipped with countermeasures against such abilities.
Above all, the sword he was wielding now had an eerieness that was different from simple foresight.
[What kind of hex are you using?]
But unfortunately.
He didn’t answer the call.
I just kept swinging my sword and pushing them back.
He had not realized the Yam Dragon Killing Sword, so he could not use the sword that cuts down all mysteries.
And, like other sword masters, he could not perform miraculous acts such as cutting through contradictions, distance boundaries, and the process of shaping power.
Of course, as I had just gained my will, I lacked experience and insight.
Unlike those who were born sword geniuses, he was nothing more than an ordinary person.
But he also had a specialty.
A lifetime of experience observing others and analyzing their skills in order to replicate their skills.
Yes, that’s right.
It’s experience, not talent.
Although the speed of learning may vary depending on the individual, it is possible for anyone with effort.
All I can do is imitate like a monkey.
Even if it is slow like a turtle.
He was able to see that he had reached the end of the sword by repeatedly learning and moving forward step by step throughout his life without stopping for a moment.
What technologies do they use?
How should I swing the sword to destroy that technique?
Thus, even if you cannot cut through the mystery, you can cut off the entire process of revealing the mystery and dig into it in reverse.
The moment when he calmly displayed a newly created sword technique based on his own swordsmanship that he gained by becoming a sword master.
『Understanding the magician’s
magic power,
look at it
, learn it, and realize it.』
Wow!
In return for cutting down the Sword Master.
Originally, he suffered fatal injuries.
A variety of automatically activated recovery skills that were possessed from the beginning through 『Technical Replication』 in a strong body as a superhuman.
Above all, he was the one who miraculously saved his life thanks to the tip of his sword touching the ultimate edge of his sword during a desperate struggle with the Sword Master.
Thus, the man has remained unconscious deep in Quetzalcoatl ever since he was rescued from the sword gun.
The 14th sword master in history and
the 8th student to have his name engraved on the sword tower.
The sword’s will to cut off all of his ‘skills’ unfolded….
The heads of the monsters surrounding Lee Cheon-gi fell off one after another.
