I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 28


Snow Flower (4)

“Aaaaagh!”

It was an attack neither of them could react to. Lancelot and Ariel collapsed to the ground with agonizing screams.

“Lancelot! Ariel!”

“Hehehe, don’t worry. They’re still alive. They need to see you die, sprawled out there.”

The Blood Slaughterer sneered, walking towards me slowly, confidently. It was a display of arrogance, the certainty that someone like me could never be his match.

“……!”
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My hand, gripping the sword, trembled. But sadly, I had very few options to defeat him. As long as this 7th-rank bastard didn’t let his guard down, victory seemed truly impossible.

“Hahahahahaha! The world you and I live in breathes a different air!”

Wheeeeeng! Clang!

The Blood Slaughterer charged with a ferocious roar. Bloody mana instantly engulfed the space. I raised my sword and blocked his fierce saber, but the mana scattered from his blade pierced into my body once again.

Thud! Thud!

“Ugh…!”

From head to toe. Random sprays of blood added to my wounds. Blood loss, enough to make an ordinary person collapse long ago, began to blur my vision.

Grit!

Gritting my teeth so hard that blood trickled out, I squeezed out my mana and resisted his overwhelming force. This way, I would lose for sure. I needed something, something powerful… a powerful move.

“It’s over. Die!”

Flash!

His crimson blade descended upon me like lightning. I twisted my body desperately, but his speed was far superior to mine.

Swish!

“……Ugh!”

It wasn’t a fatal wound. But it was an attack that crushed my will to fight.
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A long gash appeared on my side. The blood that immediately poured out indicated that it wasn’t a wound I could easily ignore.

Tap, tap!

I hurriedly created distance and steeled my mind.

‘More power.’

I needed power.

Power.

‘Power strong enough to protect everyone!’

Wheeeeeng!

The Blood Slaughterer’s saber, spraying blood, came at me. I hastily dodged, standing on a pool of blood formed by the dripping blood.

Slash!
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“Kugh!”

“Ehahahaha! You don’t get tired, do you? I have to admit, you have guts!”

The Blood Slaughterer slowly toyed with Frey. His goal wasn’t simply to win the fight. It was the Blood Slaughterer’s hobby to make his opponents suffer in pain before killing them.

Swish!

“Hehehe!”

Bright red blood spurted out again. The Blood Slaughterer licked his lips. The boy looked quite delicious. It made his mouth water.

“Don’t give up. Who knows? Maybe you’ll achieve enlightenment right at this moment?”

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“…Pant… Pant…”

Frey’s body, toughened by mana, screamed in pain. His body was so heavy that even talking to the Blood Slaughterer felt like a waste of energy.

‘…Enlightenment?’

Frey, gasping for breath as he bled, thought to himself.

What is enlightenment?

Could that enlightenment help him win this desperate battle?

“Pant… Pant…”

“Hehe. It seems like your end is near. This is my favorite part.”

Frey ignored the Blood Slaughterer’s taunts and pondered again.

Enlightenment. That enlightenment was what separated one rank from another. So, if he achieved that enlightenment, he could defeat this guy? What kind of absurd setting was that?

“Enlightenment… Enlightenment…”

Frey’s eyes sank deep into their sockets. There was only one thing he could hope for in this situation.

Enlightenment.

Frey’s legs moved erratically. He resisted the onslaught of the saber and mana. But an unyielding will awakened his mind with an unprecedented clarity.

“Enlightenment… what is enlightenment…”

Moving forward, breaking free from his past. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, transcending his tragic past and blooming brilliantly.

And.

“Destroying my world without hesitation. Not being bound by reality.”

Swooooosh!

All sorts of emotions rushed through Frey’s mind. Like waves of emotions, they brought back all the moments he had experienced.

The despair of being thrown into a strange world.

The fear instilled by the monstrous orcs.

The tension brought on by challengers.

A mother’s love.

The bond of friendship.

The expectations of a supporter who offered unconditional support.

The affection of an unfamiliar childhood friend.

The malice of assassins.

The kindness of a hermit who imparted his teachings.

The helplessness before an enemy he couldn’t possibly defeat.

And… the anger, or despair, or hatred, that naturally arose within him.

“And furthermore—— not ignoring all those emotions.”

Swoosh!

Even though he was bleeding profusely, his darkened vision brightened.

It felt as if a filter had been applied over a video, expanding his senses.

This sensory expansion wasn’t simply a continuation of his previous heightened perception. The world, Frey’s world, lost its color. The monochrome world, where only black and white existed, shook violently.

Crack!

Frey felt it.

Something shattering. Breaking into tiny pieces. Turning into faint dust that could never be gathered again.

“Destroying the world. But cherishing the things that are precious.”

A peculiar realization struck him.

The previous, worn-out world had been full of vibrant colors. Like a photograph printed in full color, it had unfolded vividly before his eyes.

But the world that was unfolding now was different.

The world that lay before Frey was in black and white. But for some reason, he didn’t feel sad about it. The reason was simple. He knew who would paint this black and white world with colors.

‘Me, and everyone by my side, painting it together.’

Crack… Crackle, crackle, crackle!

It was at that moment that something astonishing happened.

The sword Frey was holding in both hands trembled. It wasn’t simply because of his depleted stamina. Cracks, massive fissures, spread across the sword.

Hooo…

“Wh-What? What’s happening?”

The Blood Slaughterer’s eyes widened, his leisurely demeanor gone.

He couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. He had never imagined that someone would achieve ‘enlightenment’ in the middle of a battle.

There was one thing he had overlooked.

His opponent was Frey. He was a transmigrator, enveloped in the power of blessings thicker than any hero. And at this moment, he was a man who wished to become stronger more than anyone else in the world.

Crash——!
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Frey’s sword, shaking violently, shattered. Like glass hitting a rock. The dark, jet-black blade scattered across the ground.

“D-Damn it! D-Damn it! Where did this monster come from?!”

Thwack! The Blood Slaughterer, aghast, raised his saber. He knew what this scene signified.

It was the scene of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, a transcendent being breaking free from its worldly confines, a blood-soaked hero revealing himself to the world. In other words…

…Enlightenment.

That abstract concept, the very thing he had mocked, that monster had actually achieved it.

“Die! You monstrous bastard!”

The Blood Slaughterer, his face contorted in fear, charged towards Frey.

He instinctively knew. This… this was his last chance. Otherwise, that invisible sword, even with its blade shattered, would pierce through his heart.

Wheeeeeeeng!

“————.”

The blood-soaked blade descended towards the defenseless head. In that life-or-death situation, Frey’s moving lips were incredibly peaceful.

“Encompassing heaven and the sun, Heavenly. Encompassing the mountains and the sea, Earthly.”

And traversing freely between those two realms, Roaming Clouds. Thus, Roaming Cloud Steps.

Swoosh!

And.

Nonexistent, therefore, Formless. But desiring to exist, therefore, Shadow. The means by which that meaning is expressed, Sword. Thus, the sword technique from the story materialized, the Formless Shadow Sword.

“————.”

The inevitability of connections.

The destiny of inevitability.

The fate of destiny.

To defy all that, Heavenly Mandate.

Crack!

“T-This is…?!”

Dodging the falling saber, Frey leaped back. The Blood Slaughterer’s mouth gaped open at the sight of those mystical movements.

The left foot on the mountain.

The right foot on the sea.

The left arm on darkness.

The right arm on light.

And.

The universe in his eyes.

Connections in his hand, gripping the sword.

In his mind, a story that light would not desire.

Crackle…

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A black energy began to gather on Frey’s sword, which had nothing but a hilt.

“J-Just now, that was…!”
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The Blood Slaughterer pointed his finger at Frey, who had dodged his attack. His trembling finger pointed at this reality. It was because he saw something that should never have been seen by his eyes.

Clank!

Frey gripped his sword.

5th rank versus 7th rank. A match that shouldn’t be possible, according to common sense.

“With everything I have. Even if it means burning my very life… I will defeat you.”

Tears streamed down Frey’s face. His tears weren’t clear. The tears, filled with emotions he embraced rather than cast aside, were crimson red.

Rumble…

Each emotion formed a powerful whirlwind.

And then, a pure white flash was added to the color that had been dominated by black until now.

Bzzzt———!

Black and white. Black mana and pure, primordial Qi. The manifestation of a noble will, the will to defeat the enemy even at the cost of his own life.
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“I——! Even if I fall, even if I’m destroyed, even if death awaits at the end, I will not lose!”

Crack!

The earth, shrouded in darkness, trembled violently, unable to withstand the immense power. Frey’s sword, as he charged towards the enemy, utilizing the footwork ingrained in his mind, erupted in light.

Flash! Flash!

The Blood Slaughterer was in shock, facing this incredible phenomenon. He had been staring blankly, as if he was possessed, ever since earlier.

“H-Heavenly Demon’s… Dominion…”

Whoooooosh—————!

The light, formed by the combination of jet-black energy and pure white energy, engulfed the Blood Slaughterer.

Fwoosh!

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[(An impossible achievement has been accomplished.)]

Fwoosh!

[(Traits are being upgraded.)]

[(‘Trait: Sword God’) is being strengthened.]

[(‘Trait: Genius’) is being strengthened.]

[(‘Trait: Heavenly Sword Record’) acquired.]

Fwoosh!

[(A ‘Mythical’ grade epic is being written.)]
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[(The target’s ‘unique trait’ is being created.)]

[(Frey ■ ■■■■■■)]

[(Unique Trait )]

[(8% complete)]

Fwoosh!

[(Warning! Primordial Qi depletion has exceeded 99%.)]

[(You will die soon.)]