I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 7
(The Song of the Knight) was a novel with a calm atmosphere. It was also quite childish, perhaps because it was a book aimed at children, not adults.
The overall story was about a reckless boy from the back alleys who overcame all sorts of hardships and trials to grow into a hero.
“Hmm.”
As I got to the latter half of the book, I realized something peculiar. It happened when the protagonist, William, was displaying his swordsmanship.
Suddenly, the swordsmanship of the young wandering knight in the novel appeared in my mind.
Even with my eyes closed, the vivid image didn’t disappear. As if I had been sucked into the novel, the realistic training scene appeared before my eyes.
‘What in the world….’
It wasn’t as if my mind was simply exercising its imagination. There was something about this book, this book itself. The reason was hard to explain clearly, but I could instinctively feel it.
“Writing style? Immersion? No. It’s something different.”
Literally, my entire mind was sucked into the book. This strange experience was something I had never encountered before in my life.
Meanwhile, the story raced towards its end. William, who had defeated countless enemies, returned to his hometown after more than ten years. However, what greeted him were the graves of his already deceased family, friends, and lover.
(William took up his sword. And he channeled his mana to defeat the enemy of his loved ones. Dazzling mana erupted from William’s wounded sword. The people around him couldn’t believe their eyes. Sword Qi, Sword Qi! But it was different from ordinary Sword Qi. The Sword Qi that William unleashed was a jet-black light, as dark as the storm of emotions he had experienced.)
Whoosh!
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Before I knew it, my mind, which had been reading the book, was transported to the scene of the final battle.
‘…What is this?’
It felt like only my consciousness was floating. To put it into an analogy, it was similar to an out-of-body experience.
Rumble!
Rain was falling from the sky. William, who had lost his family, friends, and even his beloved lover, gripped his sword, unfazed by the pouring thunder and lightning.
“An enemy? You came all this way just for revenge? That woman was terminally ill. She would have died anyway!”
“Yes. In the end, all humans die. But I have no intention of forgiving you.”
William’s enemy was a one-armed swordsman. Without any words or signals, the duel between the two men began abruptly.
Clang! Clank!
Sword and sword cut through the dark night air. Sparks flew as black light and white light collided, illuminating the night sky brilliantly.
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Thud!
The battle ended in William’s victory. His sword pierced through his enemy’s abdomen.
And then.
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William, left standing in the pouring rain, looked up at the sky filled with dark clouds. The boy who had barely survived as a pickpocket had become a hero. And he had strived to change the world. He had lived diligently, to the point where he himself felt proud, during his adventure that spanned over ten years.
But… now, there was no one left by his side. Then what had he been running towards all this time?
“Have you seen it?”
Flinch!
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Within the illusion that felt like I was experiencing the battle in the novel firsthand, William was looking at ‘me’.
“…Crazy.”
A will? An illusion? Was the book Lancelot carried around an artifact itself?
William smiled bitterly and said to me,
“I have left all of my insights here.”
“….”
William’s eyes, devoid of vitality, were lifeless. The wounds he had received from his enemy were merely superficial, but his life seemed to have lost hope.
“From the great Sword Saint of the western continent to the Heavenly Demon Cult Leader, the Heavenly Demon, at the eastern edge of the continent. My life was stained with blood.”
Step by step.
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William walked away weakly. And without looking back, he muttered softly,
“This story is a vision, a secret technique. The swordsmanship I wielded… is the Nameless Sword.”
Goosebumps erupted all over my body.
‘Nameless Sword?’
There were numerous secret techniques in (Silver Ring).
The prime examples were the secret swordsmanship of the Heinz family in the western continent, a lineage that produced generations of Sword Saints, and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art of the eastern continent. They were things you couldn’t obtain even if you wanted to.
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Then what about the Nameless Sword?
It paled in comparison to the previous two techniques, but it was a swordsmanship worthy of being called a ‘divine art’. In other words, it was something you couldn’t acquire even with a mountain of gold.
‘Even with the talent of (Sword God), excellent swordsmanship is essential.’
For now, I could defeat someone like Gler, but to overcome the powerful enemies I would encounter in the future, I absolutely needed to acquire advanced swordsmanship and mana cultivation techniques… Just as I thought this.
Swoosh!
“……!”
My consciousness faded. I sensed that the space created by the protagonist of the story was collapsing.
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“The method to acquire the Nameless Sword was never revealed anywhere.”
I muttered as I closed the book with a thud, sitting in the barrack.
In (Silver Ring), players could acquire magic, swordsmanship, and mana cultivation techniques through various means.
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The best way to learn magic was to load up on debuff traits like (Frail) and (Short-Lived), invest the remaining points in talent, and then visit the magic towers.
As was typical of mages, they tended to focus on magical talent rather than physical abilities. It was the royal road, so to speak, for those seeking a path in ‘magic’.
Then what about swordsmanship?
Unfortunately, it was far more difficult to learn than magic.
You had to join the Knights or be lucky enough to be adopted into a noble family that trained knights, but the chances of them welcoming a player with no background with open arms were slim.
So…. I had just stumbled upon an incredible opportunity.
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Of course, it would take a long time to master the Nameless Sword, but there’s a world of difference between a 1 percent chance and a 0 percent chance.
“But how… How am I supposed to learn this?”
Flip!
A thought suddenly occurred to me, and I slowly opened the book and turned the pages.
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Most secret manuals in the original game had detailed descriptions of the essence and principles of the techniques. But (The Song of the Knight), the secret manual for the ‘Nameless Sword’, was a novel itself.
‘Well, at least it’s not demonic arts, blood magic, or black magic.’
Those techniques involved committing inhumane crimes, starting from their training methods. I had no intention of doing such things.
As I thought this, I turned the pages. William’s battle scenes had detailed descriptions of the movements of the sword, the angles, the lower body, the channeling and release of mana, and so on.
“Hmm…”
It was a bizarre level of difficulty for a secret manual.
The good news was that my traits were helpful. Ordinary people would quickly lose interest and close the book, but my mind was able to sufficiently visualize William’s movements.
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((Genius))
Grade: Mythical (UR)
Effect: You are one step, just one step closer to the truth of all things than others.
(Genius) was a trait in (Silver Ring) that was the epitome of unfairness.
The acquisition condition was to possess the (Gifted) trait, and then one day, it would suddenly be obtained… but only in the early stages of the game, depending on random chance.
Naturally, the acquisition difficulty was incredibly high. Perhaps even higher than traits like (Sword God) or (Overlord).
Swoosh!
“Frey! Wake up. The sun has risen… Hmm? You were awake?”
“What, it’s already morning?”
It was at that moment that someone appeared, interrupting my concentration. Lancelot, who had said he was going to see the Knights’ deputy commander to get permission for leave last night, had finally returned.
“Where have you been all this time?”
“I slept in the barracks of a comrade who is away on a mission. It wouldn’t be comfortable for two men to sleep here, would it?”
That was true. I didn’t have the hobby of sleeping in the same bed as a muscular man either.
“Ah, right. And I’ve thought about the reward.”
“Hmm. Tell me. I’ll do my best within my abilities.”
“It’s nothing special, just give this to me.”
I answered curtly and shook (The Song of the Knight). It was at that moment that Lancelot’s pupils dilated.
“There’s a limit to being unassuming.”
“…What?”
“It’s embarrassing to say, but I’m a knight who knows honor. I can’t offer something like that as a reward for you granting me a personal favor.”
Lancelot spoke with a stiff expression, as if he was lost in his own imagination.
“Keep it, Frey. It’s not even worth calling a reward for that small task.”
“Really? Thank you.”
This was exactly what I wanted. I had wondered if Lancelot had also noticed the hidden swordsmanship within (The Song of the Knight), but it seemed like he hadn’t. This innocent guy.
After that, the preparations for our departure proceeded smoothly. Thanks to Lancelot’s urging, I was able to wash myself with warm water and even received new clothes as a gift.
“This looks expensive.”
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“Hmm, it’s for a different purpose, but… it’s fine. This much is nothing to me.”
The clothes Lancelot handed me were a uniform with an antique design. The top and bottom looked like a set, something a noble’s son would wear.
“The size is perfect.”
I took off the clothes I had been wearing since the prison and finished changing with a sigh of admiration.
It was pretty cool. I imagined all the players in the original game who had a knack for ‘looking good’ would have at least one of these.
“Tsk, clothes make the man.”
…This guy?
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Lancelot clicked his tongue as he saw me. He had given me the clothes as if it was nothing special, but he seemed a bit reluctant now.
“Let’s go. Time is life. We only have a week.”
“Only?”
I frowned at the shorter-than-expected leave.
I wasn’t sure where this Knights’ encampment was located, but it was obvious that it would take forever to travel from here to the fortress city of Roven. Now I understood why Lancelot was in such a hurry.
Alright then.
The capital of the northern Empire, the fortress city of Roven, and… Lancelot’s mother.
We’re coming for you now.
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