Genius Gamer, Reincarnated into a Heroic Family Chapter 178
Heavenly Sword, the Insurmountable Wall (3)
Knock knock!
When he applied force, the ropes that had been binding his arms were torn. It didn’t make sense to tie up a six-star inspector with ropes in the first place. Harang stroked his wrists and looked at the paper hanging in front of him.
I quickly realized that tying my arms was just an oxymoron, but I still had no idea what to do.
I looked around, fists clenched. There was nothing of use or any hints that could help.
“You probably don’t want to go to the realm of the mind sword… … .”
Originally, ‘Simgeom’ was a state where one could sharpen a sword with one’s heart and perform swordsmanship with one’s bare hands, or even cut steel with a rotten tree branch.
If you advance a little further, you will be able to move your sword with will alone, and this will allow you to achieve that level of skill… … Since such a level was only possible for masters who had reached the 9th level, you wouldn’t expect that level from the current Harang.
Harang hovered near the paper.
‘The performance of tying hands clearly shows some method of cutting paper without using your hands… … Ah!’
If you think about it, there were plenty of hints.
When Duke Kal-El unleashed the Heavenly Sword, what kind of sight was it? Didn’t a giant sword appear from the sky and fall down? However, it wasn’t magic.
If it was magic, it would have been possible to summon existing matter across space, or create a form through countless spells… … but even a 9-star archmage would not be able to unleash such great magic in one breath.
‘Creating a sword with willpower and cutting something down.’
That is the true secret of the Heavenly Sword.
‘… … No, wait. Are you saying that you can do that without any separate training or instruction?’
I’m not sure, but isn’t this kind of training done because it’s possible?
“Phew… … .”
Harang closed his eyes and clenched his hands as if he was holding a sword.
‘First, try. If it doesn’t work, keep trying until it works.’
There is nothing more ridiculous than giving up without even trying and saying, “It won’t work.” You will feel better if you give up after trying.
Whoosh! Harang created a sword in his imagination and swung it, but of course, nothing happened. For a moment, his fist almost turned red, but he tried to restrain himself.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Harang kept swinging the imaginary sword, but it kept trying to create a power. At times like this, the fact that he had learned too much became poisonous.
‘It’s awkward.’
It felt awkward to swing the sword around like I was holding it when I wasn’t actually holding it.
It has no weight and no grip.
I couldn’t even believe that I could cut something with my bare fists.
30 minutes of swinging a sword with bare hands.
Harang, who usually trained for tens of hours without any trouble, lost concentration in less than an hour because of this foolish behavior.
‘… … Is this really true?’
Isn’t there another way?
When I even had such doubts, I couldn’t concentrate even more.
then.
‘In my own way… … .’
Harang took a deep breath and slowly gathered his mental strength into one point.
Imagine just one thing.
‘I hold a sword.’
At that moment, [System Protection] was activated, and the synchronization rate gradually began to increase.
From now on, he was entering a simulated world that he had drawn himself, not just imagined. This had one drawback: he couldn’t move his actual body.
But… … In the simulation, Harang was able to hold and swing the ‘real sword’ as much as she wanted.
‘I remember this feeling.’
It makes you think that you are swinging a real sword in reality, just like you are swinging a real sword in the simulation.
Wooooow!!
There, he could spread his sword as much as he wanted, and cut through paper and even steel.
Focus on one action.
‘Bear it.’
Cut, cut, and cut again.
Harang remembered the feeling of cutting something with a real sword as if it was imprinted on his body.
After repeating the act of cutting endlessly to the point where it is impossible to confuse simulation and reality.
… … Crunch!!
Harang suddenly opened her eyes.
Before we knew it, the sun had set and everything was dark.
“under…….”
He wiped his sweaty cheeks and smiled.
The paper had already been torn in half and was lying on the floor. I don’t even remember when I cut it. It was because I had cut it so many times that I couldn’t tell the difference between reality and simulation.
As I picked up the paper and went outside, the knights turned around and said.
“Are you giving up? You can come back tomorrow morning and try again.”
In response to their questions, which they took for granted, Harang held up a piece of paper torn in half.
“No. I will go and see His Majesty.”
“… … No way!”
A piece of paper that is literally torn in half.
Their eyes would not be able to tell whether it was simply torn or cut with a hidden knife… … but Duke Kal-El would be able to tell at a glance how it was cut.
“Yes, then I will give you guidance immediately… … .”
“There is no need for that.”
Chuck! Chuck! The knights saluted with a very quick reaction speed. A middle-aged man with a sturdy physique appeared through the grass.
Duke Kal-El Pol Caladan approached Harang with a smirk.
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“I came here because I felt a sharp, sharp energy, and I succeeded in just one day.”
“… …Thank you for your wonderful teachings.”
“Hahaha! Youngest grandson. You also like to talk nonsense. What did I teach you? All I did was lock you in the corner of the warehouse.”
“But that alone was enough to enlighten me.”
“Then that’s fortunate.”
Duke Kal-El stroked his beard.
In fact, he was a little flustered because he had not expected this situation at all. When Harang realized that it was impossible, he was feeling discouraged, so Duke Kal-El gave him an important hint to make him realize it on his own.
This was because I thought that giving hints right from the beginning would be ineffective, and giving them too late would also be ineffective.
But, to think that he would figure it out on his own in just one day without even a hint… … .
‘This is exactly like the reincarnation of the warrior Kaladan.’
While admiring Harang’s amazing talent, Duke Kal-El still smiled as if he was happy.
He even developed a strange sense of competition towards his youngest grandson, who easily solved the training he had prepared.
‘The next training won’t be easy, you punk.’
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Flash-!
Kururung-kwakwang!!
A bolt of lightning struck, piercing through the roof of a cathedral and into the platform below.
“Whoa!”
A woman praying below was startled and fell backwards when lightning struck her feet.
She breathed heavily and put a hand to her chest to calm herself.
“Why have you come to this tiny cathedral, which is full of cobwebs because no one visits it? … Have I perhaps incurred the wrath of heaven?”
I held the symbol with trembling hands and pulled it to my chest. Outside, the rain and thunder were still falling.
Once, she was active as the ‘Saint of the Holy Empire of Benedice’, and she closed her eyes tightly and prayed to God.
Now that I was abandoned by God, I had no god to pray to anymore, but it was always like that… … I would pray today and tomorrow.
How did it turn out like this?
When the so-called ‘real saints’ appeared? Was that when everything went wrong?
When I was living as the most sacred and noble saint and the woman everyone admired, I never thought it would turn out like this.
‘… … I am no longer a saint.’
It is already irreversible.
Harang Paul Caladan. When I twisted his fate to survive and cursed him, I ended up cutting off my last remaining ‘qualification as a saint’.
Yes. My life started to go wrong when the ‘real saint’ showed up, but it really got twisted when I put a curse on ‘Harang Paul Caladan’.
It was said that those who cast a curse will suffer the same misfortune as a result of the curse. The saintess had great power and thus had little reaction, but she could not escape that fate.
Although he had been somewhat aware that he might be wrong, something was strange about Harang. It was as if some powerful god was rejecting the curse that was placed on him, and he kept trying to return to the saint.
I tried to deflect the curse that was coming back and send it back to Harang, but it didn’t have much effect, so now I was on the verge of going crazy.
Because it got to the point where I had to pray and pray all day long to be able to ward off the curse.
Since I didn’t even have time to eat or sleep, my eyes were already sunken and my limbs were dried up and twisted, almost like a mummy.
Her once splendid appearance, once considered more beautiful than anyone else in the world, has completely lost its luster, and now she has a horrifying appearance that makes anyone who meets her run away, saying she is a ghost.
‘… … That’s what it was.’
Harang Paul Caladan. I don’t know what kind of being he is, but I do know that he is protected by a very powerful divinity.
Or, it could be a powerful guardian. Guardians are powerful enough to block the curse of God… … .
‘That doesn’t matter anymore.’
I didn’t know when I didn’t know, but now that I know, I just had to take a different approach.
‘Harang, Harang Paul Caladan. You will be a star. One day, you will rise high and become the brightest star.’
A fate completely different from his own, where he was completely burned to ashes.
The destiny to become a star cannot be twisted.
So what if you could steal a little bit of that fate? Or, what if you could steal a whole lot of it… … .
Maybe she can return to being a saint again, or become something more.
Even if you only steal a small portion of fate, you can become a saint. What a brilliant fate! If all the people in the world could see fate as a valuable asset, they might have rushed to steal Harang Paul Caladan’s fate.
It was a pity.
There are only a handful of people in this world who can see that boy’s fate…
‘No, it’s good for me.’
Rather, it was also a story that only I could steal that coveted fruit.
‘Please share a little of your starlight.’
If you have such a great destiny, even if you suffer a little loss, it won’t make a big difference.
‘You are destined to be a warrior. Can’t you at least give a little of yourself to the less fortunate?’
I haven’t seen it in person, but Harang must have a righteous character.
He will surely take the hand you extend to him.
“So, come to me… … .”
A ray of light extending from the saint’s fingertips.
It soon became an indicator of what she should do and which path to take.
How to seize the fate of Harang Paul Caladan. Along the way, a girl was rising.
‘That child… is… Chorien from Emblitz?’
Just like Harang, the girl who was called a genius appeared before my eyes.
Luckily, she was able to contact Archduke Emblitz.
Also, Grand Duke Emblitz also wishes for Harang’s downfall…
‘That is truly heaven helping me.’
The saint smiled faintly.
