nyslfriends Chapter 244: The Savior (4)
Chapter 244: The Savior (4)
It was an abyss.
What swallowed the pure white sword tore the surrounding space apart, flaunting its existence.
Something tangled in black, twisted and dark like an abyss that, once absorbed, never released anything back.
It collapsed.
The sword energy he had built up until now,
The strength he gained by abandoning everything.
The white sword energy crumbled.
The speed was absurdly fast.
He devoted his life to the sword.
His exceptional talent responded to that dedication, and he trained sword energy to stand at the peak with my frail body.
It split the sky, even severing concepts.
That was precisely what his transcendent swordsmanship was.
When the white sword energy collided once, most of it disappeared.
Crack.
His arm shattered. The shockwave from clashing sword energy came back to him.
Normally, he would have fallen with this blow.
However, his awakened body restored its vitality. His shattered arm healed in an instant. Yet, the Sword Saint’s expression was grim.
We only clashed once, but the shock was enough to send chills through his entire body. No, he realized it.
‘That’s dangerous.’
It was dangerous.
Every instinct sounded the alarm.
His life might end here.
No one felt it more painfully than the Sword Saint, who faced that force with his own sword.
“What an absurd power.”
The Sword Saint did not lament. It was an unfavorable fight.
He didn’t know why that young man had amassed such power or what the nature of that power was.
But he was certain of one thing.
This duel would be a fight of life and death.
Madness began to seep into his mind.
The alarm for his life blared. But the Sword Saint found it exhilarating.
A martial artist was someone who was somewhat insane. Someone who threw away their life to ascend to a higher realm, to gaze beyond the line of life and death. ṜΆΝỗ????ÈŚ
The entity known as the Will of the World did not give the Mine any disadvantage.
If one had already fallen, they elevated themselves through the stories they weaved.
“That’s why I will use you as my stepping stone and ascend!”
The will distorted the laws of the world.
Transcendent swordsmanship. The white sword energy extended in all directions.
It all gathered together to form a shape.
Like clouds rising, defying gravity.
Tsutsutsutsutsu!
“It’s called Sword Mist Cloud.”
An art crafted by transcendent swordsmanship.
This time would be different. Lee Seo-ha focused on the Sword Saint as he murmured.
[The Savior’s alias resonates with the power of the Mine.]
[The Savior grants the user the power of Pama (Magic Breaker).]
Something tried to coat the sword.
But the abyss rejected it.
Crack.
As if such power was unnecessary, the power of Pama shattered as it attempted to overlay itself.
It was as if only he should exist in this world.
The Black Heavenly Demon Sword rejected other powers.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
It didn’t matter.
Now wielding the Black Heavenly Demon Sword, I was sure. No matter how skilled I was, I couldn’t merge with a white-based power.
I raised my sword.
The Sword Mist Cloud approached, like flowing clouds. But that power could not be called a cloud. That cloud held the power to wipe out any large mountain in an instant.
Step.
I took a step forward. Just one step.
I lifted the sword from above to below.
I swung the Black Heavenly Demon Sword.
Skill was unnecessary.
Crack!
With all my might, I delivered the impact. The will to destroy everything, even space, permeated through it.
My Nyeom reacted.
The story I, Lee Seo-ha, had built until now became my foundation, distorting the laws of the world.
Boom!
The cloud scattered. The pure white cloud formed of sword energy dispersed in all directions, shattering the Sword Saint’s will.
Swish!
I didn’t respond further.
One might dismiss it as the grumbling of a loser, but the more one learned about the truth of this world, the more it seemed impossible to find an answer.
“So, are those your final words?”
“Heh...”
“In that case...”
As I was about to swing the Sword of Seasons down, I paused.
The surroundings were silent. I sensed a presence.
Heroes of the highest rank. The Sword Empress and an unknown hero from the Middle East. King Arthur and Merlin.
And a single entity exuding a vile aura.
Clap.
A clapping sound was heard.
Clap, clap, clap.
It appeared, clapping in an unsettling manner.
A strange figure wearing a mask.
The mask on the left side was crying, while the one on the right was laughing like a clown.
“You really are a monster. Are you really in your twenties?”
It laughed with a sneer.
I looked at it.
“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself. I am Mad Evil, a part of the Great Evils.”
I knew.
Mad Evil. A particularly troublesome entity even among the Great Evils. It was a being that brought calamity. While Radiant Evil was a monster with some principles, Mad Evil devised plans and created disasters purely for amusement.
‘At least it’s not Cruel Evil.’
The worst evil, a monster with power on par with the Apostles, did not seem to be here.
After all, that one was a wandering malevolence.
It had no reason and was an entity bearing malice toward all living things.
Compared to that, the other Great Evils were almost benign.
“What do you want?”
“I want to take the one over there.”
“So, you’re the culprit.”
“Culprit? I simply responded to a desire to become stronger.”
Mad Evil spoke in a tone of feigned innocence.
“But it’s intriguing. How did someone only twenty years old become this strong? Well, I suppose that’s why you have the grandiose alias of ‘Savior.’”
“Your business.”
“How about a deal?”
“A deal?”
“There are hostages I’ve captured around here. Let’s exchange them for the Sword Saint’s life.”
I smirked.
I raised the Sword of Seasons. The Black Heavenly Demon Sword trembled, its form visible through the pure white blade.
“Nonsense.”
“Oh my.”
I swung the Sword of Seasons.
The sound of space tearing filled the air as Mad Evil’s body was split in half.
“Kahahahaha! This is hilarious. You already know what I’m doing, don’t you?”
A voice came from another direction.
An identical figure, wearing the same mask and possessing the same power and aura.
However, that was also just a clone.
“Ah, even the Savior has a nature similar to the Overlord. You won’t compromise, huh? Unfortunately, it seems the hostages have lost their use.”
“Those soulless things offered as sacrifices can hardly be called hostages.”
I slashed once more.
Mad Evil’s body vanished entirely. I was beginning to get a feel for it.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t slash too many times. I did put a lot of effort into creating those. Eek!”
The voice echoed from all directions, a hint of urgency detectable.
After all, the Great Evil’s forces had taken considerable damage.
Radiant Evil was captured by us. Vicious Abomination was killed by me and Kim Seo-hyun back in Murim. Another was slain by the party of Ershil, the Overlord, Hong Yu-hwa, and Seo Ga-yeon. Illusionary Evil I personally slew.
‘Looks like they put more effort into creating the Sword Saint than expected.’
Whoosh.
The flames roared.
Naturally, the more one was told not to do something, the more one wished to do it.
Thud.
I lightly stomped, and a black ripple spread, melting the Mad Evil’s clones around me.
The Sword Saint’s life was also gone.
The annoying voice was no longer heard.
Were the clones finished?
Beep.
A notification sound echoed.
I closed my eyes.
Now, it was time to acquire the talent of the Sword Saint.