Chapter 135 Opportunity (2)
Fake and real. At first, when he said that, he thought that this person was treating him as a reproduced being. But from his tone and gaze and looking at his opponent’s sword, he realized that wasn’t the case.
Whoosh! Slash-!
Something that could not be said with the skills and stats existing within the system was contained in that man’s sword. It was hard to explain, but if he kept digging, as always, time would tell.
“…”
Come to think of it; the man said his body had no power from the start. Nevertheless, he hadn’t lost and always won. Yoon-seok repeated it over and over. For some reason, he thought the answer resided there.
‘It’s a little weird no matter how I look at it…?’
Seheranbad, Moorim, Kilian. While their terms and way of manifesting it may differ, they all used energy. Was it possible to survive as a swordsman without magic in those words? No, it was impossible. However, it didn’t feel like the man was bluffing.
‘…The answer must be in his Unique Skill.’
Unique Skills were closely related to the challenger’s talent, life, and experience. Magic-related skills were given if they were magicians, stealth if they were assassins, and so on. This man’s Unique Skill was b Cultivator}, an offensive skill that sealed all skills and powers.
‘With this ability, there must be a handicap. Is that why he doesn’t have magic powers?’
According to the basic stat, even one’s energy lost due to old age was normalized when one became a challenger. But no magic power? It was reasonable to see it as a penalty due to the Unique Skill.
Shift.
Yoon-seok observed his opponent’s sword, struggling to fight without catching the chance to win. Then, he realized one more new fact. The man’s sword didn’t break Yoon-seok’s sword energy. It just looked like that because it was naturally scattered like spring snow melting down before the sword energy collided with metal.
“…”
He felt like he understood now what kind of Unique Skill b Cultivator} was. And what kind of life that man had lived, including why he said he was fake.
Magic Eater. The innate ability to return all powers made of energy to nothing just by touching them. However, there was a fatal disadvantage in that he couldn’t use magic. Most who lived that way couldn’t survive for long. However, Lavan Vargas was different.
“There’s someone I must kill.”
He held his sword for revenge and trained his body to the extreme. Magic Eaters couldn’t become swordsmen? Bullshit. If his opponent couldn’t use their energy, wouldn’t the conditions be the same? They were people, too. If a sword went through their heart, they would die.
Punch-!
A messy bar in a remote city. He knew the reality only when the fist of a C-class mercenary landed against his face. Even though the Magic Eater’s ability could block auras, it couldn’t prevent Physical Enhancement that used magic. In the end, it was useless to train his body for a hundred days. The mercenary with a bulging belly from constant drinking was several times faster than his sword.
One day, as he was wandering.
“Why are you so angry?”
Lavan met his mentor. He was a prestigious swordsman, but now he had lost his magic. In a way, the swordsman was in a similar situation to himself. At that time, he thought so. That was until he cut down a steel knife with his wooden sword without magic.
Slash-!
“Something contained in the sword that is not magic. What do you think? Don’t you think you can take on the world?”
“…”
“If you give up on revenge, I’ll teach you the sword.”
Lavan gave up on revenge, and he learned the master’s sword. It was a sword that denied the world’s regard toward magic. It was something that he, born as a Magic Eater, desperately longed for.
“If you don’t want to die, move faster. You can’t? Don’t make me laugh. It’s a shitty world, but nothing’s impossible. It’s just that you can’t do it now.”
Under his mentor’s instruction, he continued with his harsh practices. He erased all doubt from his mind and abandoned his anguish. Then, Lavan’s sword gradually changed. His will made sense. If he wanted, the sword became like wind, fire, and even lightning. Even without magic, his body moved quickly as if he had Physical Enhancement.
“At least you won’t die in a harsh place.”
Leaving his gray-haired teacher behind, Lavan went out into the world. Wherever he went, he was met with a turbulent place full of blood.
“Magic Eater?”
“How can a half-wit have such power…!”
Lavan defeated many strong people. He even faced the strongest man in the current continent, and sadly, they failed to reach a proper conclusion. Their match ended in a tie, but it felt like something he had lacked all his life was now satisfied. Only then did Lavan realize what he wanted to prove in this turbulent world.
“…”
What was wrong was not him but the world. He could achieve anything without magic, but everyone was deceived by falsehoods.
「The Tower chooses you.」
Then, one day the tower appeared.
{Cultivator}
Rank F – Magic is sealed. Middle Qi is open.
If he could reach the end, would he prove it?
Although he had {Divine Ultimatum, his opponent still held the upper hand. His sword energy disappeared even before it touched. Of course, Physical Enhancement could still be used with magic, but he didn’t see a point in that. If he were in that state, it would have been better to be pushed back.
‘There’s no way his basic stats are that high… does he have something that can replace magic?’
He had no clue. However, in the end, the difference in technique would determine the outcome. But…
‘Crap.’
Sadly, it was his foe, not Yoon-seok, who was ahead in technique.
Whoosh!
It was crude. His foundation was strong, but should he say that was all? Originally, Yoon-seok’s sword technique would’ve been able to suppress a sword like that.
‘Why?’
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