Helmut: The Forsaken Child Chapter 390

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He looked closely at the mask covering Helmut’s face and muttered.

“I think I understand.”

My focus, which had been blurred for a moment, quickly returned.

“It was in Bashor. Four years ago, I was defeated by a boy there. He had incredible skills, but it wasn’t just talent he had. A sword that carries the weight of the person who put his or her life on the sword. “He was a man with countless stories that were hard to imagine as the criminal.”

He lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“You’ve grown a lot, Hyde. I don’t know why he always hides himself so much, but it seems like it’s still not resolved. “You still use pseudonyms insincerely.”

Hyde, it was an old pseudonym. He doesn’t know anything about himself. Nevertheless, he is someone who intuitively knows something.

Conversation with such a person evoked a strange feeling.

Helmut muttered his name to himself.

‘Hutton.’

When I looked at the bracket, I thought it might be that Hutton, but when I got up on stage, it was really that Hutton.

However, the other person did not seem to recognize Helmut at all, as his appearance had changed from when he had seen him before.

Although there was no need to remind him, Helmut impulsively told him who he was.

As if I could feel my own presence standing here.

“… … Nice to meet you.”

Helmut spat out. Same opponent. But if what existed between them then was a river, now it has become a sea.

There was no more time for small talk. The signal rang.

Slut!

With a sound as if space was being torn apart, Helmut’s sword rushed through the air.

Okay!

The first strike was blocked, but the second sword left a gash on Hutton’s arm.

“Tsk!”

Even as he groaned, Hutton’s eyes remained sharp. He desperately tried to read Helmut’s movements.

However, the sword filled with gray energy was drawing an immeasurable trajectory before his eyes.

A sword that digs in without slowing down or paying attention.

It’s like death that no one can avoid. The terrifying and merciless blade of the Shinigami!

Hutton instinctively resisted his sword. Instincts that have become more refined and sharpened through countless battles.

However, despite his resistance, the match was decided in just a few minutes.

Tsk tsk!

The sound of the sword hitting the floor rang out in an unfamiliar way.

“Dark, victory!”

Helmut’s crude pseudonym was shouted, and a moment later cheers broke out.

Wow! Hutton was a well-known mercenary. What the audience felt was not admiration but astonishment at Helmut’s ability to overwhelmingly overpower him.

His skill in defeating his opponents in the preliminaries with a single blow was already famous, but he may have been lucky and met an easy opponent.

As of today, those doubts have been completely dispelled.

Helmut lightly held Hutton’s hand and muttered.

“My skills have become more useful than before.”

There was more progress than the Hutton of memory. Although it wasn’t his best effort, Hutton resisted surprisingly well. Defeat was just a natural progression.

“upstart! “You’re definitely stronger than before.”

Hutton’s expression was strange. He seemed both indignant and fed up. Anyone of Hutton’s skill level can’t help but be unfamiliar with his crushing defeat.

But I had to admit it. That he was completely defeated.

‘I never thought I would lose right away in the first match of the finals.’

Even though my luck was bad, it was too bad. How dare I meet someone like this.

“What kind of life have you lived?”

Helmut did not respond to his words. Instead, he also asked a question.

“It looks like he participates in martial arts competitions quite often.”

“I tend to compete when I get the chance. Not only is there a prize money at stake, but it is important for a mercenary to meet a variety of opponents and develop a sense of practical combat.”

However, Helmut did not have many opponents who could help him develop his sense of practical combat. Hutton is like a low stepping stone.

Hutton asked suddenly.

“Do you remember anything else I said back then?”

Helmut quickly recalled his memories. What did he say then?

‘Please shake my hand. ‘I think you’ll be in a position where I won’t even be able to hold your hand.’

Helmut nodded silently. Hutton wrapped his arms around himself and chuckled.

It is not difficult to control the flow of blood with a Visor. It wasn’t a deep wound, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

“If I were a prophet, what I said to you back then would come true.”

For a moment, a flash of light passed through Helmut’s eyes. Hutton clearly saw a ray of light piercing his abyss.

Helmut had a picture. A picture that Hutton does not know, but must be achieved through this martial arts event.

Helmut answered slowly.

“Then I might have to find you again.”

“If you ever need to see me, you can always find me through the mercenary guild.”

That was also what Hutton said. He grinned and shook his head.

“Really? I don’t want that to happen. “At least if you call me, it looks like it’s going to be a tough job.”

Helmut did not believe that he had precognitive abilities. But somehow, there was something I felt while looking at Hutton.

I know that in some unknown future, I will meet him again.

“You won’t run away, right?”

“I am a mercenary, so if I can make money, I will fight.”

Hutton burst into laughter and waved his hand.

“Good luck. “Since you defeated me, I hope you win this martial arts competition.”

With those last words, Hutton left the stage. Helmut looked behind him and turned his back. The first step went smoothly.

Are there any variables that may not go smoothly in the future?

‘If what Elaga said is correct, then yes.’

Among these, there may be the only variable that poses a threat to Helmut.

Because divine power was an absolute threat to those with demonic energy.

This is because sacred power belongs to this world and is a power that originated to protect the world, while demonic power comes from another world.

Because it is foreign, it awakens and strengthens those who use it faster than any other power, just as it breaks the body and soul, but it is vulnerable to divine power. Because there is no power that only has strengths.

‘But it’s not just Magi that I have.’

Rather, the magic energy he possessed was minimal compared to Vis.

But ironically, the little Magi was able to exert control over all of his Vis. As I have already experienced.

Helmut took a deep breath as he got off the stage.

He had to take steps. There was still a little more left to reach the summit. If you keep going quietly, you will reach the end.

“Did you just see it? “Has anyone seen it properly?”

“Dark? “Where did such a talented person come from?”

“Isn’t Hutton a mercenary of great skill? “He is someone who rarely fails when he takes on a request!”

“The stakes are so great that no matter how much the quality of this martial arts competition has improved… … .”

“The future is going to be exciting!”

With excited murmurs dominating the crowd, Helmut left the martial arts venue. With everyone’s eyes focused on him, two golden eyes were watching him.

It was a small presence, as if he was holding his breath.

The man who hid his identity, concealed himself, and participated in this martial arts competition simply as a prosecutor was also one of the finalists who attracted attention.

For him, winning the martial arts competition is not something that is taken for granted, but something that must be achieved.

So he didn’t let down his guard and went on a viewing in person to check on the condition of the potential winners.

And the contestant wearing the iron mask we saw today was the owner of formidable skills.

A skill that can never let down its guard. But the man shook his head.

‘Because I have this.’

He stroked the sword on his belt. Humans cannot overcome the power of God. Borrowing the power of a weapon does not diminish his skills as a swordsman.

He was a man qualified to use the power of God. That qualification is not given to just anyone.

Because the choice is not made by him, but by the sword.

A man has the best qualities a human being can have.

A talent for swordsmanship that only occurs once in hundreds of years.

Like the sun in the sky, the path of living in the light of Lumen gave him a virtuous and pious heart to constantly refine his talents.

He was the first sword of Lumen. The most powerful sword.

But something bothered me. That participant named Dark was strong, but he wasn’t just strong.

In his gray vis, the man glimpsed an evil and dark power. That is a power that humans should not have.

However, it was quite possible for a human to have a little bit of demonic energy.

In particular, monster hunters are always in contact with demonic energy, so you can feel the slight magical energy that is naturally ingrained in them.

When they felt that they had accumulated demonic energy, they stopped by the temple to be purified.

The magical energy felt from the person wearing the iron mask was of a similar level.

‘But the author… … ‘Something is ominous.’

It doesn’t matter how much demon energy you feel. His premonition as a paladin was telling.

Why did the man come here?

There was something about the author. It was also connected to the reason the man participated in this martial arts competition.

Ugh. As if responding, his sword made a small vibration at his waist. As if to tell you that your hunch was not wrong.

At that moment, his head moved. The man quickly lowered his body, hiding himself in the crowd.

When I finally looked up, the man in the iron mask had left the scene.

I felt humiliated later. Sword of Sacred Lumen.

Why do you have to hide yourself like a rat? Something she had never experienced in her life.

But he came here to win the martial arts competition. In order to accomplish that mission, it wouldn’t be a problem even if he had to hide himself for a while.

The man managed to control his pride.

But those black eyes. Those eyes, as if there was an abyss hidden behind the iron mask, were especially deeply engraved in my impression.

The word suddenly came out of the man’s mouth.

“Rinosa… … .”

The man’s eyes narrowed. With only black eyes, I couldn’t figure out why the word Rinosa came to mind.

However, for him as a paladin, premonitions cannot be ignored. My thoughts deepened.

His sword was once again sleeping quietly at his waist. Waiting for the day when he will reveal his power to the world.