You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ Chapter 194

As I raised the sword, I instantly saw the monster in front of lose its composure.

"You're holding a sword? What the hell are you thinking, Lucy?"

It seed like it was quite a ridiculous sight for him.

Well, no wonder, he probably never imagined that I would actually draw a sword.

First, let offer a bit of an explanation as a great sorcerer. I don't particularly like swordsmanship.

A sword, in my hands, is nothing more than a toothpick in front of a great sorcerer like .

If anyone dared to wield a sword a hundred or a thousand tis in front of a falling planet, let's see if they can cut through it.

Even if so strange swordmasters or whatever show up now and then, can they destroy mountains or split seas?

No.

Such grand achievents that defy the natural order can only be accomplished by sorcerers.

That thought hasn’t changed.

'But right now, this is the most rational choice.'

Yes, it’s just an unavoidable choice.

Right now, if I want to survive, using the sword is the most efficient way.

Because, no matter how hard I try, in the current situation, I can no longer drain the mana that the monster controls.

Even if this system recognizes as Jeong Da-on, it’s the sa.

When sorcerers of my or that monster’s level face each other, losing the battle for control of mana ans almost losing half of the sorcerer's power.

Furthermore, considering the items I possess, none of them are powerful enough to turn the situation around.

I had an item made by Orbis, but if it recognizes Orbis's soul as the master, there was a risk that any attack would be blocked from the start.

The other items all required mana recharge, so they couldn’t be used by with the little mana I had left.

In the end, as a 'sorcerer,' there was no way to defeat that unknown entity using magic.

So, I chose the sword.

"Do you think you have a chance?"

"Well, you won't know until you try."

The fact that such ignorant words were coming from my mouth was creepy.

But for now, I have no choice but to bluff.

And, it's not entirely impossible.

'In close combat like this, a swordsman has the advantage over a sorcerer.'

This cos from my experience as a warrior in my past life, having had my head severed by the hero's hand.

No matter how great of a sorcerer one is, the mont your neck is severed, that's it.

And my opponent was collapsing, both ntally and physically.

In this situation, all I need to do is wait for a single mont of weakness.

Additionally, after observing carefully, I noticed that the mana vortex created by the monster had beco sowhat patterned.

Though it wasn't intentional magic on his part, since he was a sorcerer, even in his rampaging state, he must have subconsciously tried to control the mana, and this was the result.

'There's a gap.'

Even with delicate magic, there’s always so gap sowhere. With a rampaging mana like that, there’s bound to be a gap.

That threatening vortex is, in the end, just the mana flow becoming more intense.

No matter how fierce the flow is, there will always be a point where it naturally weakens.

All I need to do is twist that mana flow a little and sever it.

In other words, I was planning to jam the sword into the gap between the flows.

'...But it's not going to be as easy as I make it sound.'

How long will I last?

That’s the key.

But, rather than running away with this body, it seems there’s a better chance in trying to face it head-on.

I didn’t lower the arm holding the sword, and the monster let out a hollow laugh.

"Are you trying to fight with that arm?"

"What about my arm?"

My body was in tatters, but it was fine.

I infused all the little mana I had gathered earlier into revitalizing myself.

Though my left arm was still useless, my right arm was fine, and my stamina had returned to so degree.

Thanks to the system boosting my stats, I had raised my strength quite a bit, so handling a longsword with just one functional arm was more than enough.

This turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

"You never liked swords."

"I still don't like them. But..."

I smiled as I spoke.

"They say I have a talent for swordsmanship."

It was sothing Yuhanul had said.

He’s not the type to lie very often, so I think it’s fairly reliable.

Personally, I also think this body has... so aptitude for physical training, regardless of personal preferences.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been easy for to be recognized by Yuhanul after just a few months of training.

Additionally, the rapid increase in strength and stamina was clearly visible in the stats.

In reality, my muscles had grown quite a bit.

And if I had chosen to live as Jeong Da-on instead of my past life, I wouldn’t have felt the need to cling to avoiding swords.

"Well... if dying as Jeong Da-on is your choice."

The monster said in a gruff voice.

"...I’ll be watching to see if you can hold onto that choice until the end."

"Before that, your eyes will rot and fall out!"

Thud!

As I spoke, I stomped my foot.

At the sa ti, I saw the vortex of mana heading toward .

Once again, it was an enormous, powerful vortex.

If I let my guard down for even a second, I’d be swept in and shattered without a trace.

'Focus!'

Even if the flow is as terrifyingly violent as it is, it's still just a flow of mana.

There’s always a part where it slows down.

'Here!'

Just before the mana vortex hit my body, a tiny gap appeared at the last second.

I jamd the sword into that gap.

Clink!

I felt resistance on my wrist with an eerie tallic sound, but it was brief.

Fwoosh!

The vortex of mana, which had been swirling fiercely, scattered in an instant.

Did my prediction co true?

"How...?"

I saw the monster's confused face.

I wasn’t satisfied with that and stomped my foot again, faster this ti.

'There’s only one chance!'

Even if a gap appears, I don’t have the stamina left to continuously neutralize the vortex.

It’s a quick and decisive move.

I leapt forward and swung my sword toward the monster, as though flying at it.

"Hah!"

I brought the sword down, just as I had been taught.

My shout was fine, but my swordstroke was too straightforward, giving the opponent a chance to dodge.

The monster stepped back to avoid my sword and raised its arm to block it.

Clang!

It looked like a human arm, but it had already transford into sothing monstrous and easily shrugged off my sword.

"Is that all you've got...?"

But this was an opportunity I couldn’t let slip by, so I didn’t intend to end it like this.

Clang! Clang!

I quickly struck again, trying to cut through the monster’s body.

Every ti my sword struck, pieces of the monster’s form fell apart.

"Stop!"

At the sa ti, the monster, in pain, swung its claws, and my leg was severely cut. A part of my hair was also severed and fell like dust.

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Suddenly, I rembered sothing Yuhanul had said when he was training .

A sword never lies.

The mont swords collide, a single wrong choice can lead to losing your head.

And a person faced with death is bound to beco honest.

You can tell what kind of person soone is by their swordplay.

It was true.

In a life-or-death situation, swinging a sword forces you to be honest with every choice you make.

It’s a process that makes you realize what kind of person you truly are.

Crash!

The monster’s claw brushed past my shoulder, but I didn’t care. Instead, I showed the gap and waited for the opponent to strike.

Because that ant the opponent had moved into my range.

"Gah!"

For the first ti, a pained groan escaped the monster's mouth.

I had successfully severed its arm halfway through with my sword.

Swordsmanship is not just about mastering techniques. Constant self-reflection is what eventually reveals itself in real battles.

How I acted when my life was hanging by a thread.

I had disregarded swordsmanship, but now that I wield a sword, it feels, in a way, very similar to the ultimate form of magic, I thought briefly.

In the end, both magic and swordsmanship are ways for people to live and understand what it ans to be human.

How should one live?

It’s just one thod chosen by those striving to reach that truth.

And now, I understand myself a little better.

‘How ugly.’

How I was desperately struggling to live.

The way I was willing to give my flesh just to take my opponent’s bones felt strange.

I pulled the corners of my mouth into a smile.

Clang!

Clang!

I continued swinging the sword.

But...

"Just give up already!"

Bam!

The monster’s leg slamd into my stomach.

"Ugh!"

I was knocked down.

I had been so focused on severing the monster’s neck that there was no way to avoid this blow.

At least, if I hadn’t sensed the killing intent in the last mont and backed off, my skin might have been pierced.

"Ugh..."

Had my organs been damaged?

Blood, much darker than before, poured from my mouth.

I tried to get up, but my knees couldn’t support .

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t imagine swinging the sword anymore.

"It’s over."

"..."

Though it was hard to answer, I agreed with the monster’s words.

Yes, this seems to be the end of my struggle.

"Don’t you regret it?"

The monster asked as it looked down at .

The fake Orbis, whose condition was no better, spoke in a voice that sounded completely absurd.

It was terrifying that I had turned myself into a at grinder, covered in toothpicks.

"It’s too late now. Why are you so stubborn?"

The fake Orbis spoke desperately.

"It’s not too late. Forget about that ridiculous human and return to being my sibling."

I spat out the blood that had pooled in my mouth and barely managed to reply.

"Your sibling? No, you need evil to beco the line of good."

"...Even if that’s true, what’s wrong with it? That’s how you can survive. Are you going to die aninglessly, as nothing more than a human?"

"aningless?"

There was certainly aning.

"Why do swordsn fight so ignorantly?" I thought.

When I swung the sword, I understood.

Of course, I still think swordsn are ignorant, not understanding the subtle and beautiful magic.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because it’s funny."

But I realized that sotis, even ignorance can be not such a bad thing.

Maybe it was because I swung the sword with abandon.

The body and soul are connected, they say, and maybe it was because I had beaten that monster, which still resembled Orbis in so way.

Sohow, my heart felt lighter.

"I really wanted to beat it."

Just for that, as Jeong Da-on, even facing death, I felt it was worth choosing this life.

The struggle of a re human, trying to fight a great evil.

"Are you really going to end it like this? Die as Jeong Da-on?"

But unlike , the monster didn’t look relieved at all.

The perfect, handso young man I had once seen was gone, replaced by a terrible, monstrous figure that grabbed by the collar with one hand and pulled up.

That hand had already taken on the form of a beast.

"Stop this."

The mana overload was becoming fiercer.

Had it beco impossible to control it even subconsciously?

"I am the king of this world, and you are the enemy I must defeat..."

"No."

I denied it.

"I am Jeong Da-on."

The monster realized that the final negotiation had failed, and its eyes turned a deep red.

Boom!

This ti, a vortex that seed impossible to stop was swirling.

The hand that had grabbed my collar now gripped my neck tightly, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ choking .

"You can deny it all you want. In the end, just like in your past life, you’ll die alone."

It wasn’t a lie.

The destroyer of the world had been rejected by humanity, rejected by the world, and had died alone.

No one helped the evil fighting against good.

"Die."

But Jeong Da-on was different.

Crack!

Boom!

The great sound rang out.

My vision blurred as my neck was being choked, but I could finally feel so air return to my lungs.

The monster’s hand released my neck, and it stepped back.

When I looked up, a surprised face appeared.

"What... is this?"

"...Hahaha."

I inhaled deeply.

I never knew air could taste so sweet.

"...Orbis. No matter how great an evil, there’s no mountain humans cannot conquer."

"What?"

"Can’t you feel it?"

At my words, the monster lifted its head.

Though it wasn’t visible, I’m sure it realized by now.

The mana structure it had tightly controlled had begun to shake, as if a steel rod had been pulled from a building.

"This is...?"

"It looks like the one I’ve been waiting for has co."

And this, too, was the mont I had been waiting for since I chose to live as Jeong Da-on.

Just a re human, as Orbis had said.

But being a human, there are things we can do.

"I asked for help."

From the horizon, a large black shape appeared, racing toward us at an incredible speed.

A white-haired man riding a massive black panther.

It was certainly a very different figure than what I rembered.

The heroic figure I once knew was no longer present.

But maybe, that was enough.

Just as I am no longer Lucifer, the sa is true for him; he is no longer the hero.

And the mont I recognized the hero’s form, the system reconnected.

Reconnecting to the system. The system welcos the user.

The system recognizes the user, ‘Jeong Da-on.’

‘You will be blessed if you do good deeds?’ quest activated.