Episode 297
Jack Valantier.
What on earth does that guy like?
If you were a man, you would have thought of a woman, but Jack had a past hero named Valentine Milos around him.
Even that hero was so handsome that he could devour the continent.
Brand New immediately erased the option of being a woman from his mind.
As I said before, it’s not money, it’s information.
Yeah, information.
‘First things first.’
Second.
At that moment, lightning struck Brandnew’s head.
‘That man attended this Academy War. And since then, all of that man’s actions have been focused on the Academy students. That is.’
Brandnew’s expression brightened.
This wasn’t a case of learning something I didn’t know before, but rather a minor case where something I had taken for granted became very important.
‘That man loves giving a future to the academy, that is, to the students. Then the story is easy.’
Exchange between academies.
Furthermore, the Academy Development Fund.
‘Whether he has a lot of money or not, if he raises funds and donates, that’s good faith. Yes, that’s it.’
Looking at Jack bursting into laughter, Brandnew also ended up laughing.
But is this just a coincidence?
The heads of other academies next to Brand New also laughed at the same time.
As if we had the same thought.
Tem-Samit, who was watching them from a distance, smiled a hollow smile that was a little different from the smiles they made.
‘Looking at it this way, it really is no different from a doll. Hehe.’
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Heynckes Beckermann, who was in Tulcan’s quarters, slowly swept his empty arms down.
‘… … It hurts.’
There was no actual pain, but strangely enough, the expression “it hurt” came out.
A ridiculous expression like “heartache” might be more appropriate.
It just hurts.
If you see even a little bit of an opening when dealing with someone, it can be an opportunity to win.
A man like Beckerman, of all people, would never miss something like that.
As a side note, I also saw an opening in Iskandar Tulkan.
That could be expressed as a kind of probability.
The odds of winning a fight.
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About 15% if you risk your life, 0% if you don’t.
What’s surprising is that Iskandar’s talents aren’t limited to swordsmanship.
He was talented in magic, and his talent for mana itself was far superior to anyone else’s.
That’s what we call true genius, the embodiment of incredible talent.
The greatest talent on this continent, and his ambitions are all different from those of ordinary people.
The so-called emperor.
A man who is different from Beckerman himself.
Beckerman rated Iskandar highly.
I swore because I thought that although there were many strong people in this world, there was no one worthy of the position of the Supreme Being, and there will never be one in the future.
Loyalty.
By the way, Jack Valantier.
He appeared out of nowhere, like a comet.
It has a power that is so powerful that no matter what you do, you can never win, and it is also very broad.
A vessel so large that it can contain the entire world.
Beckerman ended up covering his face with one hand.
‘If only I had met Jack Valantier a little earlier… … ‘
Beckerman knew how absurd his thoughts were and how ridiculous they would seem to others.
Because to anyone who saw it, it would have looked like a person with falcon ears.
But this was a rational thought with clear grounds.
‘Samit is a warrior who sits on the throne of a king. He is more suited to the qualities of a warrior than a king. That’s the kind of man he is.’
On the other hand, what about Iskandar?
‘He has the qualities of a perfect emperor. Compassion, self-power, brains, composure, and execution. He has all these qualities that I don’t have.’
That’s why I swore allegiance.
But then I saw Jack Valantier and my thoughts changed.
Iskandar is inferior to Jack Valantier.
That’s what Jack Valantier shows us, the true qualities of a king.
Beckerman realized that what Iskandar was showing was simply the qualities of a king.
Kwak- My fist clenches.
And then he gritted his teeth.
A small crack forms in the heart.
Beckermann tried his best to suppress and calm this crack.
Once you make a vow, keep that vow.
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That’s what a true warrior should do.
‘I am a warrior, not a monarch.’
Beckerman never forgot the identity he had established for himself when he took up the sword.
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‘I only look at one path and go.’
This was the belief and philosophy of a man named Beckerman.
Jack Valanti has an enemy.
That’s all.
At that moment, I quietly removed the hand that was covering my face.
Kookung-!!
Beckerman, sitting on the bench in his quarters, felt it.
anything.
Something has descended upon the world.
He slowly raised his head and muttered softly.
“……crazy.”
Nothing else comes to mind besides that.
Because the sky was opening up.
To be exact, the sky was opening right above the city of Ishmael.
An extraterrestrial being that appeared there.
Numerous horns on the forehead and a blackened face.
Huge fangs.
And a mouth as dark as pitch.
It opened, and a huge, fang-shaped sword slowly began to emerge from it.
And that’s it.
It was stuck in a corner of the Ishmael royal palace.
Kwaang. I think I heard that sound.
Maybe it was the sound of the world falling apart.
“… … 7 thousand? 8 thousand?”
I don’t know exactly, but I think there were roughly that many mana users, but there aren’t any anymore.
I burst out laughing in frustration.
No matter how much I thought about it, I felt like I was at a dead end.
So Beckerman sat on the bench and drank.
For a while, all the time.
Chapter 8
I didn’t say anything.
When I forced my body to grow and force my circle to expand. Since then, I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep.
Because I thought I’d be lying down for at least two or three days if I slept.
So, even though I was feeling tired and worn out, I just endured it.
The same thing happened on the day the Master returned to his original form.
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I didn’t sleep that day either, after walking around the city with my teacher, meeting Roman and Beckerman in the city, and returning to my lodgings.
I remember staying up all night talking with my teacher, sitting across the table from him.
Then, recently, I pushed myself too hard again using my own techniques, and it was confirmed that I would collapse from exhaustion soon.
That little shaking hand wasn’t completely an act.
After holding out like that for several days with just mental strength, I eventually collapsed.
And as expected, the first time I saw Yeji Bismury in a long time unfolded before my eyes.
There were about nine men with hoods pulled over their heads in a gray, noisy world.
The men all looked down, staring blankly at something.
As soon as I turned my gaze to follow them, I burst out laughing.
Because.
That ‘something’ was really familiar.
If you cut off all the body parts, such as arms, neck, legs, etc., and reattached them, wouldn’t it look like that?
It’s ugly and I hate to see it.
The problem is that something that looks like an assembled Barbie doll is none other than my ‘past life’.
How did you pick all that up?
The surprise didn’t stop there.
(……Is it really possible?)
A voice came from a man wearing a hood over his head.
That voice.
Why does this sound so familiar?
yet.
A man with a familiar voice pulls back his hood with one hand.
And then his face appeared.
……uh?
(I asked if it was really possible to save the young master.)
Then some men shake their heads.
“Is it a side effect? Why does the Death Knight have so much to say?”
“Don’t you know? The body is not in good condition, and it has been a long time since it became a Death Knight, so there aren’t many left now. Usually, old ones split like that.”
“It really bothers me that the traitorous bastard who ran away a dozen years ago is still swearing like that even after becoming a Death Knight. Should I just kill him?”
Everyone falls silent when the man who appears to be in charge raises his hand as if to stop.
A man with a hood pulled over his head and wearing what appeared to be a dragon bone necklace around his neck looked at Ron and said.
“Improved black magic brought you back to life from the torn and rotting lump of flesh you were. Don’t you know it even though you’re experiencing it yourself?”
Ron’s brow furrows.
(It can’t be the same as my current situation, right? You are truly a transcendent being. You are the true pinnacle of the world, surpassing the half-bloods.)
The hooded ones burst into laughter.
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That’s confidence.
It was the confidence that they could revive Jack Valantier’s corpse right in front of them and completely control it.
“Don’t forget. Strange monsters have invaded from the eastern continent, and we need monsters to stop them. And our consul.”
Manager.
I don’t know the name.
I don’t even know your face.
But I could guess the level.
Senior Master.
But even at that level, the words that came out of his mouth were the kind of things that someone whose liver was a thousand times more swollen than an average person would say.
Because I said this.
“We tame such monsters and use them to save the world. Yes, our Taoist temple is performing its role as the guardian of the continent itself.”
I just ignored the dog barking.
More than that, I’m surprised by this situation itself.
why.
Why is Ron there?
His face was covered in scars, his left arm was missing from where it had been cut off at some point, and his neck, face, and even his head, exposed through his hood, were covered in hideous, grisly blisters that made you squint.
It looks like patients suffering from a plague.
What was even more surprising was that Ron’s pupils were pitch black.
It’s surprising that I recognized a man like that as Ron, but I’m also curious.
No.
This feeling is not a question right now.
With a crunch, my fist clenches.
Anger, not doubt.
The circumstances surrounding the incident have long since been determined through previous conversations.
In his previous life, Ron did not die, but became a Death Knight.
It was a puppet of someone, and there was a dog that moved only with someone’s command.
Furthermore, his power as a Death Knight has faded and he is now on the verge of death.
How much did you roll it?
I couldn’t even guess how much was being discussed.
And I had no idea about this fact.
Ron was dead, but he was still alive despite being dead.
I came to know about this situation after my previous life ended and a new life opened up.
That’s why I was angry.
I didn’t have to walk alone.
We could walk together.
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Soon, the eight men, excluding Ron, started walking.
They surrounded ‘my corpse’, which had been sewn all over its body with needle-like objects like a Barbie doll, and began to draw a magic circle on the spot.
Countless metaphysical words are drawn, each positioned as if they were a single axis of a magic circle.
Then, the man who seemed to be in charge in the middle shouted in a loud voice.
“You who commanded the world. You who placed the world under your feet! The souls of the dead cry out in infallible distortion! The time of awakening has come! Answer my command!”
Nine men shouted in unison.
“[Animated deadAnimated dead]!!”
