The Saint Who Levels Up Through Necromancy Chapter 59: A New Realm

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Chapter 59: A New Realm

"Wow. I can see stars even though it's dayti."

Jang Miseon, lying on the ground, muttered deliriously.

10 seconds.

That's how long it took for her to collapse after crossing swords with Fafnir.

【Your thoughts can't keep up with your reflexes.】

"Ah. Is that so?"

【During the spar with Master, you recognized the attack after reacting to it.】

"That's right. It felt like it was flying at so fast that my body moved before I could even think."

【Don't just swing instinctively, control it with your will.】

"Ah..."

Jang Miseon let out an exclamation as if she had realized sothing from Fafnir's advice.

It's a wonder she's not angry at being lectured.

'I was surprised by her reaction speed, but Fafnir saw sothing different.'

The Eyes of a Martial God.

An S-rank ability that analyzes and reads any martial art, phenonon, or even mana level.

Fafnir had analyzed Jang Miseon's problem just from a glance.

"Hunter Cheon Yoojin. What rank is that familiar of yours?"

"4 Star."

"Wow. You must be loved by your constellation."

It was widely known in the industry that Yoojin was a Priest.

Although no one knew which constellation he served, it was an established fact that he had received Fafnir as a familiar.

〔Khahahaha. To think that they recognize my benevolence. Truly a fine little human.〕

'What does a incompetent constellation know?'

〔If you desire more from , achieve feats worthy of it.〕

'Is that sothing I can do just because you tell to?'

A constellation and a human bound together by fate.

The more Yoojin, the sole believer and Saint of the 〔Heaven-Defying Giant〕, accumulated achievents and feats...

The more Kronos, who appointed him as a Saint, regained his strength.

〔Wouldn't it be beneficial for my contractor if I regained my forr glory as soon as possible?〕

Originally, he was the King of the Titans.

After being dethroned by Zeus, he beca a fallen constellation and resided in the world of appearances, but...

If he accumulated achievents as a constellation, regaining his forr power wasn't just a dream.

'Well, that's true.'

〔So, quickly...〕

'Feats aren't sothing you can accumulate in a short period of ti.'

He had said it before.

The higher the level one reached, the more one needed to establish their own inner image.

The way to form an inner image differed depending on the class, but...

One thing in common was that the difficulty of forming an inner image depended on how strong one's soul was and how many achievents one had accumulated.

'I need to be at least 7 Star to even talk about forming an inner image.'

This ant that for now, it was difficult for Kronos to fully exert his power as a constellation.

So, stop nagging and spit out so useful divine spells.

'I have a lot to worry about, so stop grumbling.'

Right now, there was sothing more important than divine spells in front of him.

The sensation he felt during the spar just now.

'It wasn't a conscious reaction.'

The mont Jang Miseon accelerated her charge and closed the distance in an instant...

Just by seeing her silhouette and thinking it was dangerous, his body reacted before he could even confirm the direction of the sword with his eyes.

【Do you get the feeling?】

"A little bit. I don't really understand what happened."

【What I have to say to Master is the opposite.】

Fafnir pointed at Jang Miseon, who was lying on the ground.

【Don't think too much and leave it to your instincts.】

"Instincts, huh."

【Master always observes and judges the situation calmly. That makes your body slow.】

"Even martial artists don't just charge forward like wild boars."

【That's a little different.】

"It doesn't really click with ."

Fafnir chuckled softly.

【Don't worry. I'll make sure you understand what it ans to move instinctively.】

"That makes a bit uneasy, Fafnir-nim."

【Hey, the one lying down.】

"Yes, familiar-nim."

【If you spar with my Master, I'll spar with you as much as you want.】

Excuse .

I'm your Master, why are you deciding things on your own?

【If you're unhappy, find an undead to spar with instead of .】

Damn it.

Yoojin tried hard to suppress the curse caught in his throat.

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Huff, huff.

Drenched in sweat, Yoojin let out rough breaths.

"This... damn..."

"Cough. You're not cursing at , are you?"

"Huuuh. I'm cursing at that damn... familiar."

The sun had disappeared beyond the horizon.

He had been sparring since morning, resting only minimally.

【You've both beco sowhat usable.】

"Shit."

【I'll take that as a complint.】

Ugh.

If it wasn't for what he was going to get from Jang Miseon, he wouldn't have gone through this trouble.

〔Khahahaha! It's a sight to behold.〕

'Go away. I'm tired.'

〔I'm serious. How beautiful it is to see my contractor sweating and learning sothing.〕

'Has a incompetent constellation ever trained while sweating?'

〔Khaha. A humorous joke. Why would I, who was destined for kingship from birth, engage in such a vulgar act?〕

Damn it.

You were born a god, is that it?

〔Yes. Was it worth sweating for?〕

'...I did improve a bit.'

There were gains.

He had a slight sense of what Fafnir ant by 'instinctive' movent.

Rather than controlling everything, it was about going with the flow.

〔Going with the flow?〕

'It's the opposite of magic.'

Necromancy was also a type of magic.

It controlled spirit power, a branch of mana and the power of the Yin dinsion.

It distorted the rules and principles of this world to control the dead.

〔Oh. Since the thod of using mana is different, the way to form an inner image is also different.〕

'That's right. You're surprisingly quick-witted for a incompetent constellation.'

〔In my younger days, I sat and observed all of creation. This is nothing.〕

'Yes, incompetent constellation-nim.'

The magic system excluded the unconscious.

On the other hand, the martial arts system had to achieve integration of the unconscious and conscious.

Reconciling the two was like drawing a triangle with the right hand and a square with the left hand simultaneously.

〔If you attempt it haphazardly, even your strengths might fade.〕

'Still, isn't it worth trying?'

〔Do you have a reason for your confidence?〕

'Because soone who has already done it is right in front of .'

Yoojin's gaze turned to Fafnir.

Starting as a Skeleton Knight and rising to a Death Knight.

He didn't stop there, and in his pursuit of the ultimate in martial arts, he surpassed even the Doom Knight and reached 9 Stars.

〔Didn't my contractor's great warrior have the Martial Artist trait?〕

'If I could beco 9 Star just with a trait, then what am I?'

Clear Mind?

Although it was a decent trait, it wasn't S-rank according to the Hunter Association standards.

The sa went for the Kang siblings, the Mirror Hunters who made their nas as rcenaries.

'Although unique traits are a asure of talent, they're not absolute.'

He didn't need to beco a master of martial arts like Fafnir.

Being able to protect himself was enough.

【Do you rember when you concentrated spirit power in your eyes?】

"You an at the border region?"

He was talking about when he used spirit vision as a shortcut to find the spirit vein.

【Imbuing mana with your will is the first step to Aura.】

"You said it back then. It's just a simple trick."

【Huh-huh. Is that really so?】

Fafnir extended a hand to Yoojin, who was lying on the ground.

"Ugh... I'm exhausted..."

【Now's the perfect ti. Your senses are sharpened.】

What is he trying to make do?

Grumbling inwardly, Yoojin took Fafnir's hand and stood up.

【Try drawing up spirit power like before.】

"Into my eyes?"

【No. Into the spear you're holding.】

Without much thought, Yoojin channeled spirit power into the bone spear as instructed.

A whitish energy flickered around the spear shaft.

"See? Nothing happened."

At that mont.

An overwhelming killing intent surged from Fafnir.

A fist the size of a cauldron filled Yoojin's vision.

[Verdian Basic Spear Technique]

[Sixth Form]

[Full Power Thrust]

He couldn't even utter a protest.

The murderous intent was so intense that every hair on his body stood on end.

The enormous fist lood before his eyes.

His senses, heightened from the spar with Jang Miseon, instinctively moved his body.

Woooong—!

Yoojin's mind reacted to the killing intent.

The spirit power he had imbued into the spear shaft with his will.

And the Verdian Basic Spear Technique, executed instinctively.

The mont his mind, spirit power, and body beca one, the spirit power dwelling in the spear turned jet black.

"Aura?!"

Jang Miseon scread.

Yoojin belatedly looked at the dark energy coiling around the spear shaft.

"This is..."

【Proof that the flow of mana, will, and body have beco one.】

"Aura, no. Is it Dark Aura?"

【Huhuhu. To be precise, it's just an imitation.】

Fafnir's words were accurate.

Even if Yoojin, who hadn't reached 4 Stars, achieved the unity of mind, spirit power, and body, he couldn't generate proper Dark Aura.

It was less than a third of the original's power.

"Wait. This consus a trendous amount of spirit power."

Yoojin was startled.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of his spirit power had been consud.

The price of peeking into a realm not ant for him.

【But you get the feeling, right?】

"Thanks a damn lot."

He cursed, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

Oh my god.

Dark Aura.

'I wouldn't be able to do it again if you asked to, but this is still sothing.'

Just seeing the possibility was enough.

As Yoojin withdrew the spirit power from the bone spear...

"Partner. Is the spar over now?"

An annoyingly high-pitched voice echoed in his ears.

"That sounds like you want us to do more."

"That's not what I ant. You don't think I'd enjoy seeing you rolling on the ground, do you?"

Hey, alchemist.

Saying that while covering your mouth with your hand isn't convincing, you know?

"If you're not interested in other people's suffering, why did you co?"

"Arhan Guild delivered a pile of scrap tal."

The delivery was faster than expected.

They must have held so grudge because of the raid, but they were surprisingly efficient in this regard.

"Give a low-grade potion if you have one."

"It won't be effective for bruises or the shock absorbed by your bones."

"I'll use it for sothing else."

Yoojin got up with difficulty and snatched the potion.

His arms and legs ached, and a stinging sensation lingered in his abdon.

If he left it like this, he would surely suffer.

Gulp!

He swallowed the low-grade potion, and condensed life force flowed into his body.

Yoojin placed his hand on his chest and concentrated his divine power.

[Using Life Drain.]

He snatched the energy of recovery that had just entered his stomach and accumulated it in his dantian.

It was sothing he had done repeatedly when creating the black spire.

Saaaak—!

He transford the accumulated life force back into healing power and infused it throughout his body.

"Ah, no way. I drank a low-grade potion, but why are the bruises disappearing?"

"I told you there was a way."

Breathing beca much easier.

Yoojin, on a roll, used Life Drain on Jang Miseon, who was sprawled on the ground.

"What you just used. Was that a low-grade healing spell?"

"Probably."

"It seems more effective than the healing the support team from the guild uses."

Thud—!

Jang Miseon kicked off the ground, got up, and swung her arms around.

Even though Fafnir had pounded her like minced at, she felt almost no pain.

"Would you like to go on a Gate raid with soti?"

"No ti. Go on."

"We have to spar."

"No ti to play. Work just ca in."

The [Scrap tal Filled with Obsession] sent by Arhan Guild.

It was nothing but useless scrap tal to blacksmiths and alchemists, but...

'To , it's as precious as bloodstone.'

Keuh-huh.

Yoojin grinned and looked at Shin Joonseok.

"Wh-What is it? That's ominous."

"Let's do so work."

"What are you trying to make do now?"

"You must be curious about how I'm going to use the scrap tal Arhan delivered."

Shin Joonseok's pupils wavered from side to side.

"If you don't want to, don't do it."

"That's not what I an... but still..."

"I'm going."

Without a mont's hesitation, he started walking, and Shin Joonseok hurriedly followed.

【They're gone.】

"They are."

【What are you going to do now?】

"If you don't mind, would you spar with one more ti?"

【Well, Master didn't tell not to.】

Fafnir laughed cheerfully.

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A mountain of scrap tal was piled up on one side of the workshop.

It was the spoils of war from the Gate raid, transported by Arhan Guild.

"With 20 tons, we'll have enough for a few years."

"Besides emitting a faint chill, I didn't find anything special about it."

"I guess you had ti to analyze it before calling ?"

Ahem.

Yoojin chuckled at Shin Joonseok, who was feigning a cough, and then picked up a piece of scrap tal.

"Have you ever heard of Ghost Iron?"

"It's a mineral needed for making ego artifacts."

"These scraps here are the stage before that."

Ghost Iron.

As the na suggests, it was iron infused with ghosts.

A mineral that had beco ho to spirits.

It was characterized by its ability to easily link with other infused spirits.

"Isn't Ghost Iron incredibly expensive?"

"I told you, it's the stage before Ghost Iron."

It was rely imbued with the resentnt emanating from spirits.

The [Scrap tal Filled with Obsession] wasn't yet a vessel capable of holding spirits.

"It might be different if it was aged further."

"Why don't you do it now?"

"No way. That's only possible on a battlefield where at least a thousand people have died."

Ghost Iron was only found in historical sites or Gates where fierce battles had taken place in the past.

How difficult would it be to artificially create those conditions?

"That's incredibly, incredibly inefficient. Let's just say it's impossible."

"That's a sha."

"Making money with potions is enough."

"I'm telling you this because I need more to research."

"You can't use this scrap tal for alchemy, so don't bother."

Shin Joonseok looked at the [Scrap tal Filled with Obsession] with longing eyes.

Even you, during your ti as a Grand Alchemist, researched it and gave up.

It would only be a loss if he got greedy.

'He's not the type to listen even if I try to stop him.'

Yoojin smirked and grasped a piece of scrap tal in his hand.

[Translator - Hestia

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