Reincarnation of the Forsaken Genius Chapter 64

Episode 64

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There was only one instance where a shaman taught a spirit a special skill.

Inferno.

It was a fire spirit that was born as a mid-level spirit and grew into a top-level spirit. There are no records or oral traditions of how the skills were taught, but I focused on the fact that the spirit mage Akman who summoned Inferno was a 6th-class fire mage.

“… … That’s why I called you here.”

Perhaps because the explanation was too brief, the spirit of death, Iredem, rattled his skeleton.

This was the space of the contract. Since Iredem and I had already entered into a contract, we could use this space to modify or break the contract.

There was no Durahan skeleton in this space, but Iredem had taken the form of a knight holding a skeleton. It seemed that the appearance of Durahan was now familiar.

-Aren’t you a human being? Why don’t you follow human ways?

“What is the human way?”

-Isn’t it a human virtue to acknowledge limitations and adapt to them? I’ve heard that people who are with spirits focus on maximizing their abilities rather than trying to grow. Is the world different now, or are you a strange person?

Among the representative occupations of Zeno, namely magician, priest, shaman, and knight, the occupation that relies solely on ‘talent’ is the shaman.

They only increased the spirit power to control the spirits through mana cultivation methods, and were not interested in the growth of the spirits.

No, there were less than three spirit mages who knew that spirits could grow, and even they did not know how to grow them.

So the shaman used his abilities as much as he was born with.

“Because there was no spirit master who could raise spirits. Even if there was, the method was not passed down. If I had to be specific, I’m a strange person. To be exact, my previous self was strange. Anyway, thanks to that, I have endless theories in my head that have not yet been realized. This is one of them.”

-If you are only staying here for a short time to sign a contract, it may be okay, but the longer you stay here, the more your soul will be corrupted.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

-There was a guy like that. It was a long time ago.

Iredem’s words were probably right. The spirits could not lie, and in the space of the contract, we had no choice but to be truthful to each other.

“Then, before that happens, I will teach you the basics. You will do the repetitive training in the human world with Dullahan’s body.”

-I will accept your opinion.

My theory was that the spirit master Akman taught Inferno the knowledge of magic. In order to do so, a more efficient educational environment was needed. A place like the ‘Contract Space’ where the souls of each other were bound together and could sympathize was essential.

“The sword you will be using from now on is not a longsword, but a dagger. If possible, it would be better to use a pair of daggers. I will skip the theoretical explanation. You don’t need the aura training method either. Just use my aura when you need strength.”

As I stretched out my arms, a pair of swords were placed in my hands.

It was a dagger made of the breath of death.

Iredem, with a skull on his neck, stood beside me. His movements were identical to mine. It was as if he had been moved next to me, only slightly larger and with a different body proportion.

“The swordsmanship you will learn is the ‘Vinos Throwing Sword’ of the Kingdom of Antaria.”

The Vinos were a knightly family from the fallen royal family of Antaria, and are said to have guarded the king for generations.

He wielded a pair of daggers rather than a longsword, and was difficult to match in close combat within Antaria.

The Vinos Throwing Sword only conveyed the appearance of the swordsmanship, and the Vinos Aura training method was discontinued. Because of this, the was left in the Zenon Royal Library for the purpose of swordsmanship research, but Zenon’s knights who used long swords ignored the Vinos Throwing Sword, saying it was like the swordsmanship of an assassin.

“The basics are to pull the dagger inward and swing it. In this way… … . Okay, that’s one second of Vinos’s Throw.”

The training progressed quickly. Iredem’s comprehension was faster than anyone else’s, but I could feel the extent to which he had grasped swordsmanship.

‘This space… is fascinating.’

-You shouldn’t get too caught up in it. There is an environment for humans, and a place for spirits. Humans aren’t born with the capacity to endure the emptiness of this place.

Iredem also saw through my mind.

In the space of the contract, I shared my feelings with Iredem.

As our time here grew longer, we came to understand each other more deeply.

“… … This is the final form of Vinos’s throwing sword. This is also the reason why this sword technique is called throwing sword and not dagger technique.”

A pair of daggers cut through the air.

The black sword was out of my hand, but the energy flowing from my fingertips still touched the sword. It stretched out and became faint.

Before the long aura disappeared, I flicked my fingertips. Then, a pair of swords turned left and right. Of course, this was a technique that was possible because I used a sword made of spirit aura in the contract space. In order to use this technique in the human world, I had to reach a state of perfection.

-Okay. So let’s end today’s training here. From now on, I will practice on my own.

Iredem tried to get me out in a hurry. It was because I was starting to melt into this space. I pretended not to notice it even though I knew it. The sense of stability this space gave me was something I had never felt in my two lives.

“Are you okay alone?”

-Humans do not know loneliness. They do not know the loneliness of spirits who must spend eons alone. We exist here, and do not try to move forward with a sense of purpose like humans. Being alone means not competing. However, the contract with you, your existence, your soul has changed me. This space must have done so. So trust me. I will fill this loneliness with the Vinos Throwing Sword.

It was a long story. Iredem must have felt the same way as I did, because he tried to hold me back a little longer with his long story. We both nodded, knowing what was on our minds, and we each restrained ourselves.

The aura of death has disappeared. The peculiar sense of stability has also disappeared.

I was once again the lord of Hebron, and I was in a precarious position of power. The drastic change of circumstances made me keenly aware of my situation.

I picked up a pen and wrote on paper.

It was an unconscious act. Every time the quill stroked, a letter was created. I looked down at the black letters engraved on the white paper and accepted it as my mission.

-For the stability of Hebron.

What was on my mind? I took a new piece of paper and started writing. The knowledge that had been filling my head seemed to be organized, and they were randomly combined to form writing.

Until then, I had only been using the legacy left by Luis de Breiot. But now something new was about to be created by me. This was the talent of Luis de Hebron, not Luis de Breiot.

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“ah!”

I stayed up all night and finished a book. I put it away in a drawer. It was a book that should not be known to the world yet.

But I wanted to get this book out to people as soon as possible.

“I have to hurry.”

I got up from my seat and left the castle. I rode a saddle and headed to the market in Hebron. The space was more bustling than ever before, and the voices of people filled the space.

‘You’re alive.’

Death was quiet and stable, but lifeless. In a place where there was not a single element that could make one feel alive, Iredem had lived for eons.

“Welcome, my lord.”

The merchant at the top of the serpentine welcomed me. I followed his guidance into the shop, and the merchant hurriedly sent the customer out.

“I need to order a suit of armor. He’s about 2 meters and 10 centimeters tall, and his build is similar to Ambrod’s. I don’t mind if it’s a little heavy, so prepare him with sturdy iron armor. Full plate armor that covers his entire body.”

The merchant did not spit on my words.

He didn’t ask who would wear it, and he didn’t take note of what I said. He just nodded.

“Is there any decoration you would like?”

“Don’t leave any marks. Oh, I think the color of the armor should be black.”

“I will prepare it within a month.”

“Full moon.”

“Yes, my lord. I will contact you as soon as I am ready.”

The full plate painted in black will be worn by Iredem. I have also created a nickname and backstory for him, ‘Iron Knight’.

– A knight of a fallen baron family, he becomes a wandering knight and roams the back alleys. The iron knight wants only one thing, Walter’s head.

The story was about an iron knight who ran into the back alleys to avenge his former lord and punished those connected to Walter.

The Iron Knight witnesses Walter’s death with his own eyes, but the Iron Knight, who has stepped into the darkness, ends up remaining in that world and becoming the master of the back alleys.

. It was the first knight novel I ever wrote. It was also the moment when I realized that Louis de Hebron was a talented writer.

had to be released after the Iron Knight appeared. It had to be made as if it was inspired by a real Iron Knight, so that people would believe in the existence of the ‘Iron Knight’.

“I guess I’ll have to make an ID card for Iredem. No, maybe a pass and a temporary ID card will suffice.”

Fiction and reality intertwine in reality to become truth. In the kingdom of Zenon, there was no organization that could distinguish truth from fiction and inform others. Once a rumor spread, it could take root so powerfully that it could shake even the powers that be.

In order to complete , I had to teach Iredem several techniques. In the novel, the Iron Knight studied ‘poison’ in order to avenge his master, and came to the conclusion that it was the work of the assassin Walter.

I ordered the merchant of Serpens to bring me two books.

Three days later, I received two books.

It was a clean manuscript, both on the cover and inside.

, .

Author Jeffrey’s was a knight novel. It was also a true story novel based on the confrontation between the wandering knight Lauf and the assassin group Srami who were destroyed by him.

was written by the assassin Srami. He had an extraordinary ability to handle poison, and there were also rumors that Srami was a descendant of the Lizardmen who were born with the ability to resist poison.

The poison technique introduced in was a technique that humans could not perform. After the magician Rubensky, who tried to imitate it, was poisoned himself and his whole body swelled up and died, this book became a banned book.

‘This is the perfect technique for Iredem, who won’t die from addiction. By the way, can the spirit of death also learn poison?’

When Iredem was summoned again, he held a dagger in each hand. One was the one I had given him earlier, and the other was one I had created with the breath of death.

Iredem looked down at the two books in front of me and asked me.

-What is all this?

“This is the book you will study from now on.”

-I don’t know this language.

“I’ll send someone to you, so just listen.”

As I beckoned, the slave soldier approached and bowed his head. Fear flashed in his eyes. Even those who did not know magic could guess that the spirit of death was a being associated with black magic. It was because of its presence that made my liver shiver.

-I don’t understand. You called me Iredem. I wanted to be the god of death and the god of those who struggle to overcome death. Now you want me to be the head of death.

“Iredem and Irederemnul are the same god.”

Iredem sought to overcome death, while Irederemnul sought death. Both were the same god, but the nature of the god was divided into two due to the tendencies of the followers who served the god.

-I see.

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