Episode 1045
“you….”
Raon let out a gasp as he looked at Darkan’s face.
“How can your eyes…?”
Unlike before, Darkhan had both of his eyes fully open and not covered by the blindfold.
“This is my imagination.”
Darkhan pointed to the gray ground with his finger and curled his lips.
“It’s not strange that it has eyes, since it’s a space that reflects the soul, not the body.”
“The world of imagination… .”
Raon frowned as he looked around the space where only gray ground was visible.
“Are you trying to get revenge for that time?”
When Darkan met him at the Holy Land of the Holy Sword, he was testing himself and touched Ras’ soul, and was dragged into the world of his imagination.
I had a feeling that he had dragged me into his own image to get revenge for that.
“no.”
Darkhan shook his head firmly.
“I told you, I’ll pay you back for the help I received. And on top of that… .”
He looked at himself and drew a small smile.
“Why would I seek revenge for that? It was a great help to me.”
“It was a big help?”
“Yes. Thanks to that experience, I was able to find a clue to create my own sword.”
Darkhan smiled, saying he wanted to thank Ras instead.
“What does it mean to have my own soul sword?”
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Darkan’s relaxed expression.
“Wasn’t the sword of the heart simply a martial art that cuts the souls of enemies?”
“I thought so too.”
Darkhan nodded calmly.
“Your grandfather’s sword is the ultimate in that image. If he hadn’t tried to cut multiple people at the same time, I would no longer exist in this world.”
He raved that Glenn’s Heart Sword was more than just a mythical instant-death spell.
“That was the only sword I had ever seen, so at first I followed that path. But… .”
Darkhan stroked his neatly trimmed chin.
“It’s not fun.”
“what?”
Raon blinked as he watched Darkhan lower his hand.
“What do you mean it’s not fun…?”
“That’s exactly right. Learning the mind sword is more than anything fun, but the moment when you actually use it to cut a person’s soul is so fleeting that it feels futile.”
Darkhan clicked his tongue, saying that it did not suit his disposition.
“I am different from your grandfather. My goal is not to kill the enemy perfectly. I want to see how he learned his swordsmanship. I want to see the end of the swordsmanship that he has built up.”
A red glow rose above his eyes.
“So after being attacked by the Blue King inside you, I thought of my own sword.”
“Could this be…?”
Raon muttered that he now understood and lowered his gaze to the gray ground.
“Yes. My sword does not cut the enemy’s soul, but rather draws the enemy’s soul into my mind.”
Darkan nodded, saying that it was thanks to his experience with Ras that he was able to create this kind of sword.
“In this world, we clash sword against sword, soul against soul.”
He curled his lips as if it were no different from heaven.
“How about it, don’t you think you’ll be happy?”
“under!”
Raon burst into laughter as he looked at Darkan, who was smiling without a trace of dust.
“That crazy guy… .”
All I can say is that you’re absolutely crazy.
The ultimate stage of swordsmanship is to sharpen your own soul and instantly sever the soul of your enemy. Glenn is like that, and that is the direction he was pursuing.
But Darkhan created this ridiculous mind sword in order to taste and feel his enemies’ swordsmanship more perfectly than to kill them.
In some ways, it felt more like a swordsman than a swordsman.
“Of course, not all of these tests are successful.”
Darkhan continued, caressing the bridge of his nose.
“Only those with souls of at least the Transcendent level can be brought to this world. The souls of lower levels are too weak and die before they can be brought to this world.”
He smiled thinly, saying that was why he had never thought of calling himself here in the first place.
“I see….”
Raon rubbed his temples, feeling his mind starting to ache.
“This is the perfect sword for you.”
If Lars had seen this, he would have repeatedly called him crazy, but in his opinion, it was an ability that suited Darkhan perfectly.
“But your world of imagination is simple. The only thing that is unique is the color of the ground, and there is nothing else there.”
Raon lowered his eyebrows as he scanned the world, which was only visible as gray land.
“What are you talking about?”
Darkhan shook his head as if he was seeing things wrong.
“It is not the ground you are stepping on, it is a sword.”
“That’s a sword?”
Raon opened his eyes wide and looked at the gray ground again.
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“Follow me.”
Darkhan lifted his finger as if to show us, then rose into the air.
“Hmm….”
After a quick bite, Raon followed Darkan into the sky.
“I guess that’s enough. Look down.”
After ascending to the sky for a long time, Darkhan lowered his hand and looked down.
As I lowered my gaze following his words, I saw that the land that had previously seemed like nothing but the ground was now in the shape of a giant sword.
“crazy….”
Raon burst into shock without realizing it.
‘It was really a sword?’
As Darkhan had said, what he was stepping on was not the ground, but a huge, sharp sword. Now he understood why the ground was gray.
‘Isn’t this just crazy about swords?’
I’ve entered other people’s minds a few times, but this was the first time I’ve seen a human being think this way. It felt like I was looking at an animal, not a human.
“you….”
Raon looked at Darkhan, gasping for air.
“Is the sword that good?”
He had often heard that he was crazy about swords, but not to the extent of Darkhan.
‘No, there is no need to ask such a question.’
Darkhan is one of the strongest men on the continent, but he is a man who learned begging and getting slapped in the face in order to improve his swordsmanship.
It was clear that he was crazy about swords, to the point that even he couldn’t keep up, seeing as he created the ability to see more swordsmanship rather than just kill his enemies with his sword.
“Yes. My interests and passions are all swords.”
Darkan twisted his lips as he said that his hobby and specialty was swordsmanship.
“If I can unleash the ultimate sword with my own hands, I’ll die right here and now.”
He smiled calmly as he looked at the huge sword he had forged himself.
‘It’s not enough to say that he’s crazy about swords. However… .’
Raon looked into Darkhan’s eyes, which were filled with heat, and smacked his lips.
‘If I think about it, I’m kind of similar.’
If Darkhan created the world of imagination with one great sword, he filled the world of imagination with numerous swords and swordsmanship. The results were different, but the ideals he pursued were similar.
‘If my goal wasn’t to get revenge on Delus Robert, I might have also aimed for the ultimate sword like Darkan.’
Since I had found sword training fun and happy rather than difficult and boring, I could understand Darkhan’s feelings a little now.
He put it off because he had things he had to accomplish even after dying twice, but if he had lived a normal life, he might have thought only of the sword like Darkhan.
“I’ve seen all your thoughts, so let’s begin now.”
Raon looked at Darkhan and placed his hand on the Heavenly Sword.
“I really like it, there’s no need to talk much to you.”
Darkhan smiled and nodded.
“What you have to do is simple. You have to duel with me in swordsmanship until you leave this world.”
He waved his hand as if to say, “Isn’t it fun just thinking about it?”
“Good.”
Raon smiled and pulled out the Jecheon Sword from his waist.
“I’ve come this far, so I need to show off all the swordsmanship I’ve got.”
“I thought you would understand me.”
Darkhan nodded, summoning a black sword from the air.
“Then let’s begin.”
Darkhan’s voice subsides, and his momentum, no, his soul, increases rapidly to a frightening degree.
Kugugugugugu!
An overwhelming wave of energy that shook the vast world of imagination. The fool who had been debating between himself and the beggar was no more.
Darkhan, the Dark Night Swordsman who makes your bones and flesh tremble just by looking at him, has descended before your eyes.
“You go first.”
Darkhan held the black sword in his right hand and smiled faintly. It was a firm tone that showed he would not yield as a senior, but it suited him very well.
Phew.
Darkhan kicked the air and disappeared, as if he was really going to fight from the beginning. His presence was felt again on his right side.
“Since it has come to this….”
Raon twisted his mouth and struck back at Darkan’s sword that was sticking out from the right with his swordsmanship.
“Let’s enjoy it to the fullest.”
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Oh my god!
Raon clashed his sword with Darkhan head-on and let out a heavy breath.
‘How much time has passed?’
I don’t know how many hours have passed. No, how many days have passed.
I had no idea how much time had passed since I got here, as I had been locked in a sword fight with Darkhan without any regard for time.
“I learned for the first time that even the soul can get tired.”
My vision was blurry, as if my time in this world was running out, and my body, made of soul, was not moving properly.
Even though Darkhan controlled his strength and fought, it was like this, so if he had fought properly, it would have been over long ago.
“It looks like you’ve reached your limit.”
Darkhan lowered his sword and clicked his tongue.
“Well, it’s understandable that you’d be tired. No one in this world has lasted as long as you have.”
He exclaimed that it was surprising that he had stayed in this world until now.
“It’s strange. How can a young child who has barely turned 20 have a soul greater than his strength?”
Darkhan lamented that his soul was more astonishing than his own strength.
“From now on, it would be better for you to refine your soul rather than swordsmanship… .”
“hey.”
Raon let out a short breath and called out to Darkan.
“As you said, there’s not much time left. We’re not going to end this with just small talk, are we?”
He lifted the Sword of Heaven to Darkhan and clicked his chin.
“I still have the last sword left.”
Here, he displayed all the sword techniques he had learned while dueling with Darkan, but he did not show the last one. He thought he would be satisfied only after pouring it out.
“Ha! Khahahahahaha!”
Darkhan grabbed his forehead and unleashed a burst of light that shook the space.
“There’s someone more crazy about swords than me!”
He nodded, not in anger, but as if pleased.
“Okay. Come.”
Darkhan opened his arms as if to accept everything.
“You’d better be careful.”
Raon bit his lips while holding the Jecheon Sword with both hands.
“This time it will be different.”
He poured out all the swordsmanship he had learned so far and the emotions he had felt while learning those swordsmanship skills onto the swordsmanship that was in front of him.
The opening of the sword world.
A brilliant golden light blooms above the silver sword.
The light of the sword stretched out grandly, as if claiming the gray world of Darkhan’s mind as its own.
“It’s better than I expected!”
Darkhan smiled, showing his teeth in excitement.
“I won’t accept it!”
He swung his black sword towards Raon’s sword realm that was rising endlessly. The desire and will of the prosecutor who had walked only one path throughout his life fell down like black flames.
Kuwaaaaaah!
As golden flashes and black radiance collide, Darkhan’s mental world, made up of only swords, shatters into thousands of pieces.
Crackle! Crackle!
When I opened my eyes, feeling my soul twisting, I saw Darkhan with his eyes covered by a blindfold.
“Ugh!”
Raon knelt on the floor where the rubble of the building was rolling around, clutching his chest.
‘Are you back?’
He felt as if he had been shocked by Darkan’s imaginary world and had returned to reality.
“Laon!”
Lektar, who had been watching the duel, ran to him and helped him up.
“What happened!”
He bit his lip, looking at himself with worried eyes.
-Hey, where have you been?
Lars slapped his shoulder.
-Your soul disappeared from this world for about a minute!
The guy frowned, thinking that if he had been just a little bit later, he would have eaten his own body.
“I have entered the world of Darkhan’s imagination.”
-image?
“Poetry, the world of imagination?”
“actually….”
Laon told Rectar and Ras what had happened in Darkhan’s imaginary world.
“Ugh… .”
Rectar let out a gasp as if he had never thought of such a thing.
-Crazy… I can’t say anything other than you’re really crazy!
Ras gasped in disbelief when he heard that Darkhan’s Heartblade had been changed because of him.
-The crazy guy who’s just right for you has finally appeared!
The guy bit his lip, saying that he and Darkan were on the same level.
“It was a wonderful sword.”
Darkhan nodded calmly, as if he was satisfied.
“What’s unfortunate is that I saw the sword before it was completed.”
He licked his lips briefly, as if realizing that Gaebyeok was not a finished sword.
“I’ll give you one piece of advice: your last sword didn’t have a heart sword in it. If you harmonize it with the heart sword, it will become another sword.”
Darkhan waved his hand, giving advice on how to grow Gaebyeok.
“Simgeom… .”
Raon lowered his eyebrows as he looked at Darkan’s smile.
‘I definitely couldn’t afford that.’
Since he was not yet able to achieve the Heart Sword with his own power, he could not even think of putting the flow of the Heart Sword into Gaebyeok.
If we improve that part, it seems like another world-changing event will be created, just like Darkhan said.
“Thank you for the advice. However….”
Raon nodded at Darkhan.
“There is no end to the opening. It is a sword that will rise higher than completion.”
“A sword that will rise higher than perfection….”
Darkhan smiled happily as if he was recalling the opening he had last seen.
“That’s a lot of confidence. But it’s not wrong.”
He nodded as if he was looking forward to that day.
“And you said you would teach me, but I guess you enjoyed it more?”
“Maybe so.”
Darkhan chuckled, not seeming embarrassed.
“But I will definitely keep my other promises.”
He looked at himself and nodded.
“Derrus Robert. I will stop him.”
Darkan licked his lips as he promised to keep his promise. He seemed to be anticipating Derus’ swordsmanship.
“I will make you believe.”
Raon took out a transparent orb from his subspace pocket and threw it to Darkan.
“Keep it with you, I’ll contact you when the plan is set.”
“Well, I guess I need it since I have to leave this place.”
Darkhan said it was a good idea and put the orb in his bosom.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes. Thanks to you, I have attained enlightenment as a beggar, so now I must find another way.”
Not long after he had achieved enlightenment, he was trying to find a new path.
“What do you want to do next?”
“Well? I’ve been a king and a beggar, so how about starting a normal family?”
Darkhan smiled faintly as he looked at the houses around him.
“I think one of the reasons your grandfather is where he is now is because of you.”
He waved his hand, saying that it might not be a bad idea to make a home for it.
“If you’re going to do something, do it properly. If you’re going to say something, say it.”
Raon shook his head firmly.
“A family is not something you can build on your own. If you can’t be sincere to others, you’re making the same mistake as a beggar.”
He lowered his eyebrows and said that if you are going to start a family, you should think about responsibility first.
“I know. Because I learned it from you.”
Darkhan nodded as if to tell her not to worry.
“then.”
He waved his hand as if to say goodbye and disappeared into a dark alley.
The way he left without any regrets matched his nickname, Black Night Swordsman, very well. Of course, he still looked like a beggar wearing rags.
“Anyway, it seems like it ended well.”
Rector let out a sigh of relief.
“Yes. In fact, I thought that if I could just persuade them, it would be a big gain, but I also gained other benefits.”
Raon smiled and nodded.
“Other benefits?”
“Yes. As I said, my swordsmanship has improved a lot thanks to being dragged into Darkhan’s imaginary world.”
Darkhan had brought himself into the world of imagination for his own enjoyment, but he too was able to raise himself to the level of the Ten Thousand Swordsman by sharing swords with the highest Transcendent being.
-Huh. Even so, it doesn’t mean much. It’s not like I’ve achieved enlightenment or acquired any special traits…
It was when Lars snorted and shook his head.
[A contest of souls took place with the strong who reached the sky.]
[All abilities increase by 20 points.]
[The soul’s level rises greatly.]
[The level of the Ten Thousand Swords increases significantly.]
[Characteristic <The grade of the Heart Sword (Spirit) increases.]
The rewards for this work came pouring in, as if mocking Lars.
-Huh? Hey hey! Why, why is this happening all of a sudden… .
Lass glared at the message, seemingly incredulous.
‘As expected, Lasra is a generous person.’
Raon smiled as he looked at Las’ trembling mouth.
‘Your mouth is my blessing. Thank you.’
-That’s not what I wanted!
As if to commemorate his new relationship with Darkan, Ras’ scream echoed through the back alleys of the royal capital.
Kkaaaaaaah!
