Genius Gamer, Reincarnated into a Heroic Family Episode 12
30 days, growth (1)
To conclude, Harang was unable to bring the Holy Sword, Terran.
There were two main reasons.
First of all.
-You’re still too weak!
Qualified, but weak.
That was the main reason.
-If you try to swing me around like you do now, your life force will be sucked out of you and you will die. Tsk tsk.
The Holy Sword Terrandal was a weapon that had been pickled by slaying countless monsters, black dragons, and demigods and drinking their blood.
Because of the immense power inherent in it, it is impossible for anyone other than Kaladan, who grew up with Terran, to even hold the sword and endure it. In fact, Harang also had to drop the holy sword after holding it for less than 2 seconds.
Terran returned to his original position, and Kal-El then gave his second reason.
‘The Holy Sword of Terandal is a treasure and symbol of the family. If you wish to possess it, you must prove your worth by achieving great success on the battlefield.’
Caladin’s treasure trove, Caladella, was full of weapons that seemed to come straight out of legend, and anyone in the family could receive them if they had performed well.
The Holy Sword Terran is no exception.
So far, no one has received it because they did not meet both qualifications.
‘What a pity.’
I was wondering if I could get some cheat weapons from the start.
Squeak!
While I was lost in thought, the door opened and ten boys, girls, women and young men came in one by one and sat down in order in front of a large table.
Cheren’s gaze was glaring at me from a distance, but I didn’t really look in that direction. It was just annoying to have to make eye contact with the brat.
The last to appear was the eldest grandson, Highron Paul Caladan, who had achieved 7 stars in his late 20s and was still renowned on the battlefield.
As Hyron stood still for a moment, glaring at Harang, and then sat down, the other direct purebloods glared at him one by one. Harang, who had suddenly rolled in and taken the position of designated disciple and successor, could not possibly look good.
Just because it was Harang, their gazes couldn’t be at ease.
Now, Harang also knew why they were risking their lives fighting this bloody battle.
‘The Curse of the Stigmata.’
It was a curse that only appeared to direct descendants of Kaladun who inherited the bloodline, and their entire body would turn silver and they would die. There was only one way to overcome this. To become great as a Kaladun.
To do that, it is absolutely impossible using ordinary methods.
No matter how talented you are, if you don’t have luck, it’s impossible to reach the level of the 10 stars.
‘We’re all aiming for the same goal.’
The ‘Temple of the Gods’, where only the head of the Kaladan family is permitted to enter.
It is known as the place where the spirits of the ancestors of Kaladan sleep. There, you can learn the secrets of the past and the polar seasons that have been cut off without any restrictions, and you can also obtain and consume the natural Daehwandan.
Moreover, there is even a rumor going around that the stigmata curse can be removed just by entering, so if you are a direct descendant of Kaladan, you cannot help but challenge it.
No matter how much you swing your sword, you will never be able to escape the curse that will make you have nightmares about your body turning silver and dying.
‘Can’t you just let everyone in?’
It can’t be that comfortable.
Only one person can enter the Pantheon. With everyone else working to escape the curse, there was no brother who would welcome a rival who had suddenly barged in.
“Everyone is here.”
thud!
Harang turned her head at the sound of the heavy door closing.
As Duke Kal-El Poul Caladan walked slowly toward him, his luggage on his back, his secretary pulled out a chair for him.
He sat down in his chair and slowly looked around at the four children who had been given the chance to ‘ascend’, and finally looked at the youngest boy.
Harang Paul Caladan.
A boy who has piqued the interest of Kal-El Paul Kaladan, who had been indifferent for a long time.
“The reason I created this space, as you all know, is to become a family and get to know each other better as ‘Folden’.”
It’s lunchtime. We’ve gathered together to eat, but the food hasn’t even arrived yet. Eating isn’t the main purpose.
‘Becoming the successor can’t always be good. I understand that as a pureblood, you have to take responsibility.’
If it had been a normal ascension, there would have been almost no chance of getting caught up in a fight for the hierarchy and dying.
However, one thing that is fortunate is that there is an age limit even in the ranking battle.
Bloodlines who act as Foldun Knights are prohibited from touching any child under the age of 14, either politically or physically. Anyone caught doing so will have both arms cut off, their eyes gouged out, and they will be banished from Kaladun.
In other words, it means that when you turn 14, you may get caught up in a ranking war.
If you don’t lay a solid foundation before then, you could really lose your footing.
As I slowly looked around at my blood relatives who were now brothers, Arihil, sitting at the end, smiled brightly and waved. They might be fighting to the death, but he had such a bright expression on his face.
“We must reward the bloodline that ascends and becomes worthy of being a Folden. Cheren, my youngest granddaughter. What do you wish to have?”
Cheren stood up politely and slowly removed his lips.
“I want the sword Asirelle.”
Rewards are given to blood relatives who pass the proof ceremony, but there is one rule.
You must mention the weapons that exist in Caladon’s treasure trove, ‘Caladelia’, and you must not ask for weapons that do not match your level.
That’s why parents usually promise their children in advance what kind of weapons they will receive. Cheren, as well as the other four collaterals, must have been promised by their parents.
but.
‘I don’t know what’s there?’
It can’t be helped.
Harang’s father died many years ago, and no one taught him the rules of the family.
It had been so long since the Melise family had produced an ascendant that they didn’t know exactly what was left, what was good, or what was of a suitable standard.
Caladelia is said to be full of legendary treasures and weapons that only appear in myths, so it would be a waste to just randomly choose one without knowing anything about it.
“Next, the youngest grandson.”
After all four of the children from the collateral line, including Cheren, had chosen their weapons, it was Harang’s turn. The word youngest grandson felt quite awkward, but he gradually got used to it.
“Is there anything you want?”
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Harang thought for a moment and then said.
“Can’t I just go and choose it myself?”
“… … .”
“… … .”
Ring ring.
I heard someone drop a fork on an empty plate.
* * *
People in this world are surprised by such trivial things. Is it really that strange to say that you choose something yourself?
No, it might just be the color that’s weird.
To conclude, I was rejected.
Kal-El didn’t look too bad. He smiled slightly, showing his teeth, and said:
“Kuuuuu, youngest grandson. Only the head of the household can enter Caladelia. If you really want to go, become the head of the household and go.”
That’s something I didn’t know.
If you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have made such a request.
‘At least give me the color manual.’
Why are there so many things that don’t work?
‘Still, I got something great.’
As the cloth covering one sword is removed, a scabbard decorated with a red pattern appears.
It was engraved with a silver dragon, and the sword hilt was a deep black color.
Anyone could tell that this was a famous sword, even though it was too long for Harang’s small body to wield.
A famous sword, with a blue moon mark.
It means a blue scar engraved on the full moon, and there is a legend that it was used by a legendary swordsman who is said to have cut the moon a long time ago.
Kal-El realized that Harang had no idea what was inside Caladelia, and said:
“I will choose the sword for you myself.”
It was only natural that everyone, including the collateral line and the direct pure-blood line, were shocked.
Duke Kal-El has never personally selected a sword for me before.
However, when Duke Kal-El personally announced that he would bestow the famous sword ‘Cheongwolheun’ upon Harang, it was also expected that everyone would rise up in protest.
Because the Cheongwolheun was a sword that was too excellent for a seven-year-old child to handle.
“If you guys can show similar results, I can reward you with even greater rewards. The reason I haven’t done so far is because your performance has fallen short of my expectations.”
Duke Kal-El made a statement that silenced his grandchildren, while also promising them all a fitting reward.
‘If anyone wants to be treated like the youngest grandson, show your strength.’
Harang quietly wrapped the sword in cloth. The weight, length, and aura it gave off were definitely different.
All I could think was that if I used it right now, it would be dangerous because the magic power would be sucked out.
“Is the time given one month?”
The direct and collateral lineage members who have proven their qualifications at the attestation ceremony return to their respective surnames and are given a grace period of about one month.
Once you enter the White Night Castle, you may not be able to come out for more than 10 years, so it is time to spend some last time with your parents.
Harang didn’t have parents or close friends, so she didn’t really need the time, but she found a way to use it usefully.
[Quest Success!]
[The location where the last mana training method left by the warrior Kaladan is located is marked on the map.]
The quests of the warrior Kaladan were not like those in games where items or objects would suddenly appear out of thin air.
When the map is displayed, go there and retrieve the item.
It was a little uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do about it.
‘I received such a huge reward, I can’t say I’m full.’
Following the location indicated on the map, we arrived at a large, nameless lake along a deserted forest path from the palace of Calambrin.
“Whew, we’ve arrived. What on earth is in a lake like this?”
The lake was so large that its end was invisible in the distance, but it was peaceful and quiet.
“Shall we go and see?”
Harang took off his outerwear and put down the pockets on his waist, and threw himself lightly into the lake.
Boom! My body darkens in an instant, but I don’t feel like I can breathe.
Those with more than 1 core of magical power can convert mana into oxygen energy. However, the fuel efficiency is very poor, so it would be normal to not be able to last more than a few minutes with 1 core, but Harang showed excellent efficiency by finely adjusting the strength of her body through protection.
For a normal 1-core swimmer, 5 minutes would have been the limit, but Harang swam for a whopping 30 minutes and kept moving forward.
After swimming through the depths of the lake, into a cave-like place, I finally arrived at a temple-like place that glowed on its own.
The temple was covered in air bubbles, despite being located deep in the lake.
Harang walked into the temple, shaking her damp hair.
The temple felt like an ancient Greek temple, with pictures of deer painted here and there, as if they were worshipped there.
As I walked into the temple, which was much larger than I had imagined, a sudden gust of wind blew.
Whioooo… … !!
“Ugh.”
I endured it by lowering my posture and covering my face with my arms, when a blue light burst out from inside the temple, dazzlingly illuminating the surrounding area.
“This……!”
Only then was it possible to discover the identity of what had been sleeping inside the temple.
A deer the size of a hut was lying in the center of the temple.
Even though it looked dead, the deer’s massive antlers glowed blue, so bright that the dark lake was visible as if it were broad daylight.
“That is… … Could it be, the Dangakhyang that is also called the spirit of the lake?”
Because he was such a famous guardian, even Harang knew about him.
A divine spirit who fought against demons as the spirit of the lake and the guardian of the human world. When she took human form, she was said to have been a woman with outstanding beauty who set many people’s hearts on fire while she was alive.
Harang slowly approached Dangak-hyang’s corpse.
‘… … He disappeared a long time ago. He really is dead.’
Even though it was already dead, the horn of the Dangakhyang was shining brightly in blue. There was a very high concentration of magical power sleeping inside the horn, and it was easy to see that it was what people commonly called the ‘inner layer of a spirit’.
“I feel like I got something better than the original compensation… … .”
Since the only person who knows about this place is Harang, the inner chamber of the legendary spirit is Harang’s alone.
‘Are you saying that I should use the spirit’s inner energy to learn the Mana training method as a reward?’
Harang went a little further into the temple. There was a stone door in the corner. He ran quickly to it and opened it, revealing a small, old room.
Inside, there was a huge bookshelf, but it contained only one book.
When I took the book out and looked at it, I saw that it was not a language used by humans.
‘The language of dragons?’
Although it was written in the language of dragons, perhaps thanks to the contract of Kalantatis, the letters changed on their own and there was no problem reading them.
“Kaladan’s Mana Training Method… … .”
Silver Dragon God Qigong
The moment when you absentmindedly read the cover of the magic book.
[Would you like to acquire the skill ‘Silver Dragon God’s Qigong’?]
Harang almost screamed at the message floating in the air.
“What, wait… … Is this okay?”
Harang, who had no idea that something like this could be implemented, placed her trembling hands on the [Yes] button.
That moment.
Harang’s body was enveloped in a silvery current, and the entire area began to be covered in light.
“Ugh, euaaaah!!”
A boy’s scream echoed from deep in the bottom of a lake where no one searched, but no one heard it.
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