Chapter 208
[Your wish shall be granted.]
With soone's voice, a new world appeared before his eyes.
A story of Humans and Gods.
It was a reality within the story he had only seen in books.
***
Ancient Tis.
A ti when beings called Gods existed in the world.
A ti when Humans were nothing more than one of the many livestock scattered across the continent, or toys for the Gods.
“Humans are not toys.”
One Human raised a rebellion against the Gods.
[A trivial mutant.]
[Mana? You dare defy the Gods with such a petty trick.]
The Human called a mutant.
He was strong, but he could not withstand the Authorities of the Gods pouring down like a barrage.
[You shall not receive the blessing of oblivion.]
[You will live in stopped ti.]
[Spend an eternity in pain.]
As he was sealed in a cold blade, the Human howled.
“Detestable bastards.”
If the day cos when the seal is broken.
“I will tear you all apart without leaving a single one behind!”
The Human who had reached the rank of Transcendence was thus sealed in the blade.
“It is truly a mysterious iron.”
Ti passed, and the blade was refined into the form of a sword.
“It can no longer even be called iron.”
Thus, the Human beca a Magic Sword.
Ti accelerates.
At the end of the accelerating ti was a bloody battlefield.
The last monts of the ancestor began to be imprinted.
[Edan.]
The Magic Sword called his close friend.
To the man whose silver hair, the symbol of Eurasia, was dyed red, and whose sturdy hands were stained pitch black.
[You fool, don't pretend to sleep and open your eyes.]
Vwoom- Vwoom- Vwooong.
The Magic Sword trembled for a long ti.
“Adamas…….”
The knight's closed eyes opened slightly.
[We won.]
The Magic Sword announced the victory with a wretched voice.
“……Is that so. It finally died.”
The Magic Sword's thoughts flowed in.
The knight's na was Edan Eurasia.
A genius whom the Magic Sword had sculpted best throughout its thousands of years of sword life; coming from a falling royal family, he achieved the realm of a Sword Master and was closer to the limits of a Mortal than anyone else.
10 years, no, 5 years.
The strongest knight whom he was certain would have opened a new era in place of the declining Empire if given just that much ti.
Such a person.
“Cough…….”
Leaning against a crumbled wall, he vomited blood.
Drip, drop.
Bits of internal organs were mixed in the blood flowing down the blade.
Sizzle.
Smoke rose from the blood-soaked blade.
It was because the Authority of Protection imprinted on the sword recognized Edan's blood as poison.
“I'm going to die too.”
[Instead of talking nonsense, ignite your Mana Heart! At this rate, you will be completely encroached by the poison!]
Circulating mana within the body to neutralize poison.
It is a basic response for soone who has reached the level of a knight.
A Superhuman like Edan Eurasia should have been able to evaporate the poison in an instant.
But.
“Kahak…….”
He just coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood.
The poison that had already infiltrated had ruined his mana circuits.
[Don't joke around.]
The Magic Sword shouted.
[I will assist you with mana, so focus on recovery.]
Pure white mana poured out from the blade.
The imnse mana soon flowed into Edan Eurasia.
“Cough…… cough…….”
The poison eating away at his body was hardly neutralized.
He now vomited sothing that he didn't know whether it was blood or poison.
“I should leave a will before I die.”
Edan Eurasia opened his mouth weakly.
[…….]
The cheerful voice from when he was a brat, the dignified voice as a King, were still vivid.
But now it was just thin.
[Stupid words.]
His close friend, the undefeated knight, was facing death.
Watching the process of a hero being born and fading away was not exactly a pleasant thing.
[Where did the bravado of proposing to the Saintess go?]
“That happened over twenty years ago. When are you talking about?”
Edan Eurasia giggled and his body shook.
[You fool. To , it's as vivid as yesterday.]
As always, the Magic Sword could not easily accept the death that had co to his friend.
Bitterness blood on Edan Eurasia's face.
“I'm sorry, Adamas. I couldn't break the seal.”
Like other close friends, Edan Eurasia also spoke a foolish apology.
Ignoring him, the Magic Sword raised mana once again.
He manifested his Authority sowhat forcefully.
Whoosh.
For a mont, imnse mana covered the body.
Tzzzz.
Unidentified Radiance scattered around pushed the mana away.
[This…….]
The Magic Sword lanted.
It was power enough to make a runny-nosed kid into a saint, yet now it couldn't even delay his friend's dying.
[What kind of dog-like Curse is this!]
Shouting, the Magic Sword used the Authority of Observation to examine where the Curse led.
Not far away, the remains of the shredded ‘Grotesquery’ were visible.
Grotesquery.
A strange creature that even the Magic Sword, who had encountered nurous mythical existences over thousands of years of sword life, saw for the first ti.
The culprit who suddenly appeared on the Continent ten years ago, controlled the Monster Lord, and caused several waves.
The myriad Curses used by the bastard were still wandering the area like traces, and even Edan couldn't last 10 minutes against that transcendent power.
[That bastard holds us back even after dying.]
Contrary to his words, he quickly analyzed the bastard's Curses.
‘There are three threatening ones.’
The ‘Curse of Extre Poison’ that brought down even the strongest Sword Master.
The ‘Curse of Blood’ that passes down pain to blood relatives.
Finally, the ‘Curse of Shackles’ that protects these damn Curses from being broken.
[If the Curses leak out, it would be perfect for discussing the end of humanity.]
If that happened, the first to die off would be the Eurasia Kingdom located nearby.
Edan Eurasia wasn't unaware of that fact either.
“I'm dying anyway.”
[A guy who is a 9-star is exaggerating. I will do sothing about it, so…….]
“Take care of my descendants. You are the only one I can ask.”
Edan Eurasia's voice was clear.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
“At this rate, all three Curses will be passed on. I just need to take the Curses with .”
[What!?]
“The Magic Sword with vivid mories surely rembers the day we first t, right?”
Of course, he rembered.
[Saying that Eurasia would bring down the Empire and usher in an era of peace?]
It was the dream Edan Eurasia used to talk about like a habit.
“That is also the dream of the countless knights who died here, Adamas.”
[…….]
Edan Eurasia no longer vomited blood nor struggled.
The Magic Sword knew what that symptom was.
Terminal lucidity.
That Edan Eurasia, who had already steeled his will, was mustering his strength for the last ti right before death.
[Idiot. If you aren't here, the Kingdom won't be safe either. Is independence a joke to you?]
While reaching the Grotesquery, he had lost most of the knights he had raised with great care.
Even if he protected the Kingdom from the Curses, it wouldn't be able to avoid the subsequent attack from the Empire.
[If you die here, who knows when I will wake up?]
“…….”
[If you die, Eurasia has no hope.]
“…….”
[Son of a b*tch. Acting like the only good guy.]
So in the end.
[You an only you want to die coolly? I knew it from the mont you flirted with the Saintess.]
“Can you joke in a situation like this…….”
[Shut up and get ready. You'll have to hurry to increase the probability even a little.]
“…….”
Ancestor.
Edan Eurasia's answer wasn't needed.
Mana was already surging from the blade.
Thud.
Using the sword as a lever, the dying Sword Master raised his body.
[It will be painful enough that dying would be considered a blessing.]
“Yeah.”
[Still, endure it, Edan.]
The Magic Sword poured out the Authorities he had saved, using his friend's body as a dium.
Curse of Blood, Curse of Shackles.
The two spreading Curses rushed in.
Edan Eurasia's wrecked body couldn't contain all of these.
‘I will seal them in my body.’
He spread a curtain over the area and pulled the Curses in.
Ti flows slowly.
Before he knew it, the blood coughed up onto the Magic Sword had pooled on the ground.
The scent of blood was thick with toxicity.
It ant Edan Eurasia's death was right around the corner.
[Hold on a little longer.]
Two Curses flooded into the sword.
Rumble.
The atmosphere and Authority trembled fiercely.
Crack. Craack.
Cracks appeared on the blade.
Pain followed as if his heart were being carved out.
[Kuh…….]
A groan leaked out from pain he hadn't experienced even when deflecting a giant's fist or splitting a dragon's breath.
“A……da……mas…….”
Drip.
Extre poison that could hardly be called blood anymore flowed down the handle.
Craaaack.
Cracks spread like a spiderweb.
‘I won't let go.’
The Magic Sword wrapped thick mana around himself and Edan Eurasia's body.
[‘Authority of Protection’ suspended.]
[‘Authority of Regeneration’ suspended.]
[‘Authority of Exploration’ suspended.]
Enhancent…… Elental…… Domination…….
Though he had no eyes, ears, or head, ominous ssages were constantly heard.
Cursing that this was the first ti he experienced such a terrible Curse in his thousands of years of sword life.
[‘Authority of Observation’ suspended.]
His vision blurred.
It was because even the Authorities that replaced the functions of the five senses were sealed.
It doesn't matter. The work of accepting the Curses was already in the final stage.
Thud.
He faintly saw Edan Eurasia bowing his head.
‘Leave the finish to .’
The Magic Sword sucked in the Curse of Extre Poison.
Vwoom. Vwoom. Vwooong.
Crack. Craaack.
The cracks on the blade expanded uncontrollably.
There was progress.
As the Authorities disappeared and the cracks accelerated, the resistance of the Curse was gradually subsiding.
Rumble.
The ti that flowed slowly was gradually regaining its original flow.
After a fleeting mont passed, the Magic Sword beca able to accept the three Curses.
If there was one thing overlooked, it was that the Magic Sword had also lost all his Authorities.
Finally, the reverberation subsided.
‘My body feels heavy.’
This is the recoil that cos the mont the user ets death.
It was ti to end the journey he had with Edan Eurasia.
[I am Adamas.]
I am Killian Eurasia.
[An Ego Sword possessing hundreds of Authorities, a teacher who led countless heroes to the Sword Way, and a close friend of the hero who saved the Continent from the ‘Grotesquery’.]
An ordinary person born with a worthless body but wishing to be a hero.
[As always, if I open my eyes again, a new master will be waiting.]
I wanted to be a hero.
[As the God of ‘Truth’ guarantees. Your wish shall be granted.]
[As the God of ‘Boundary’ asserts. Your wish shall be granted.]
[As the God of ‘Ti’ imprints. Your wish shall be granted.]
[As the God of ‘???’ swears.]
I.
[Your wish shall be granted.]
Beca Adamas.
***
[Adamas.]
The owner of the voice heard in the ruined temple.
“Was it you?”
That belonged to Killian Eurasia.
[I watched your Sword Way well until now.]
“No way. You, were you sealed in the sword instead of ?”
[The life of a hero is arduous too.]
“…….”
The conversation with Killian Eurasia seed to run on parallel lines.
[I guess not just anyone becos a hero.]
So he decided to listen quietly.
[Honestly, I'm jealous.]
“…….”
[Asking for help ant giving
strength. It wasn't supposed to be like this.]
“…….”
[Still, thanks to you, I was able to realize the things I only dread of.]
“…….”
[I didn't expect that I would beco a Superhuman. And an 8-star at that.]
A shy voice.
His soul was completely decomposed as Killian forged the Hollyheart.
He grumbled, asking what to do since he killed him after asking to be saved.
Contrary to his words, his inner feelings were conveyed.
‘Thank you for taking care of the foolish Haman.’
“…….”
‘Thank you for fulfilling my wish.’
“…….”
Because he knew the emotion contained in that heart was warmth.
“You're not being honest.”
Killian ended up laughing.
[Live well, Adamas.]
Relief rather than guilt.
[Live well, Killian Eurasia.]
Gratitude rather than sorry.
[I entrust the Eurasia Kingdom to you.]
Thus, he bid farewell.
And.
Ring.
[The biotric information system of the Violet Magic Tower is activated.]
[Hollyheart has been forged.]
[The Authority of ‘Barrier’ has been recovered.]
Savoured the voice heard in his head.
“…….”
Killian opened his eyes.
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