Translator: Seven
Editor: Ana_Banana
I searched for information about the Sword Saint on my phone.
-Originally, it was said that he was an elder from a wealthy old Northern European Conglomerate
-His real name is Marcus Calenberry. It was rather regretful, but it was said that he gave up his family, connections and fortune and entered the tower all by himself.
-No one knows exactly what skills he has.
-It is rumoured that he has a habit of muttering to himself.
I clicked my tongue.
“There’s no helpful information.”
I even looked for any interview videos but couldn’t find a single one. Apparently, this elder was the complete opposite of the Flame Emperor. Although he was reputed for his bad personality, information of him could be found all over the internet.
On the other hand, the Sword Saint was a mystery.
The information on the internet about the Sword Saint was very vague. He was apparently from a large wealthy family, supposedly entered the tower on his own and it was rumoured that he mumbled to himself. All the information was speculative.
‘What?’
I turned my head to a table in the corner. There, the Sword Saint sat alone, drinking his milk vodka.
‘At least the information that he talks to himself is correct.’
The old man with an odd sense of fashion. Sat at the table with his odd drink and seemed to be mumbling to himself between sips.
“Shut up. Don’t be so noisy. In the first place, you are…”
Mumble
I couldn’t hear exactly what the old man was saying, but he seemed to spit with every word he said. It was a horrible scene and I couldn’t help but be a bit frightened.
‘Does he suffer from psychosis?’
The number one hunter was psychotic. That was scary in itself. It was like having a nuclear bomb and not knowing when it might explode.
‘…No, if you think about it, Yoo Soo-ha had also been a psychopath.’
Perhaps one of the conditions to become number one was to be mentally ill.
‘Almost all the top rankers are psycho.’
I shook my head and kept browsing the internet for information. However, most of them were purely speculative. But as I kept looking, a post in a forum caught my eye.
-[Caution!] NG1 Words you should never say in front of the Sword Saint!]
‘Hmm?’
It was an interesting title. The thread was posted in the Hunter Specialty Community website. A place to play, chat and share information that could only be accessed by those who had a Bureau issued Hunter Certificate. The post was done anonymously.
-I saw it for myself. There are NG words that you should never say in front of the Sword Saint unless you want to die!
└ What are they?
└ Anything about his family. A few days ago, a few top-ranking hunters were fighting with the Sword Saint, and one of them said
‘Looking at the way you are now, your grandchildren outside must have suffered.’
‘I bet you like to be alone because they don’t dare keep you around.’
‘How embarrassed would they be if they saw you behaving like this.’
-Then he died!
└ What? Died?!
└ Yes. He was killed. In fact, he only managed to say, ‘How embarrassed would your grandchildren be…’ before his throat was cut. His head had been separated from his body in an instant.
The comments after that ran wild.
-Don’t be insane.
-This is probably a rumour created by those large guilds!
-He’s doing well so people are trying to trample him back down.
Most of the people who responded didn’t believe nevertheless the anonymous writer was persistent.
-Believe it or not, I don’t care! I just felt like telling you, so I told you.
-Of course, I’m not saying the Sword Saint was wrong. It was that guy’s fault for mentioning his family. However, it’s certain that those few top powers are ganging up on him because of this incident. You can see it with the constant abuse directed at him in the media these days.
-Anyway, if you ever meet the Sword Saint. You should try it.
“…-re too loud. I’ll take care of it myself, so leave me alone.”
The old man had been muttering to himself since he sat at the table. It really seemed like he had a mental illness. However, even if he suffered from psychosis, he still stood at the top of the world. The fact that this crazy old man had great skills beyond imagination remained unchanged.
‘Good.’
And that was good enough for me.
‘It was worth giving a shot.
“Good drink.”
“Ah, have a safe trip!”
The Sword Saint emptied his goblet.
As soon as he left the tavern, all the customers collectively let out the breaths they had been holding.
“He’s finally gone.”
“He must have dementia. Why did he keep muttering like that?”
“I know right. Anyway, the alcohol doesn’t taste good anymore…”
All the customers were probably waiting for the Sword Saint to leave, as they all rose to their feet to leave at the same time as I did.
However, our intentions were probably the opposite.
“This is my payment for the beer.”
I got up quickly and settled my bill with the owner. I had no time to waste
“Ah, yes. Thank you. Come again!”
“The beer was delicious. I will.”
Daling!
The bell on the door rang as I opened it and stepped out.
It was late at night and darkness covered the street.
‘Where did you go…?’
I looked around, there were many crowds of people coming out of the numerous pubs on the street. Dozens of people laughing and staggering as they enjoyed the effects of the alcohol under the night sky.
“Where are you, Mr First place?”
Fortunately, after looking around for a while, I found the back I wanted.
‘Found you!’
It was all thanks to his unusual outfit. He was probably the only man in all of Babylon who wore a suit and carried a sword. I quickly gathered myself and started following the old man.
‘What skills do you have?’
My heart was pounding.
‘The Flame Emperor had a ridiculous regression skill which was an Ex-rank skill. So what skills would the Sword Saint who was the previous generation’s strongest have? Wouldn’t he have skills that were even more broken?’
That skill would soon become mine. If I was lucky. (TL: Our MC is a pretty greedy guy lol, got on EX skill and now he wants more)
…
How long had I been chasing this old man’s back?
We’d long since left the heart of the city and had started walking through the backstreets. As I kept following him, we left the alleys and backstreets and entered the outskirts of the town. Here, there was a field that had no buildings or any signs of construction.
The Sword Saint walked through this empty field.
“Hmm.”
I walked a bit more before I stopped behind a tree.
“This place should be appropriate enough.”
The Sword Saint turned around, with starlight bathing his old body.
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