Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 69

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 69

 

 

 

36. Sacred Core (1)

 

 

Priscilla is an elite of the Theology Department.

She resides in Danter Hall, and is even a 9th floor resident.

Among all 4th year students and even graduating undergraduates, she is considered unmatched in terms of divine power level, and is known as an intelligent, rational, and beautiful senior.

Of course, her image was slightly damaged recently due to dormitory disciplinary action, but the impact wasn’t significant given her previously built reputation.

Therefore, Priscilla is not only the center of attention for the entire platform, but also the subject of predictions that she might become the next saint and the first female pope in history.

Such talent is now-

‘Crazy bitch, crazy bitch. A bitch crazy for men.’

Not only had she entered the restricted zone to freely see her secretly dating lover whenever she wanted, but she was also participating in this trio’s insane plan.

Even using divine power that she would normally never share with others.

“I must be fucking insane.”

Priscilla let out a sigh that was almost a shriek as she performed the blessing.

“Sacred power! Great wave! Answer this call and bestow the Holy Spirit’s mercy upon this place!”

To Leila’s sword, to Ernest’s entire body. To her own staff.

“Ohh!”

“Oh, ohh! So this is divine power!”

Thanks to this, the two who received divine power cheered at the strength they felt for the first time in their lives.

Befitting Priscilla’s divine power as the next saint candidate and first female pope candidate, it didn’t just help against undead but significantly boosted overall physical abilities.

Of course, Priscilla was dying.

Performing three consecutive blessings had drained her strength.

But even in this difficult situation, Priscilla was secretly grinning at the thought that she could go out anytime she wanted to see her lover after finishing this task.

“Crazy bitch.”

Even while muttering profanity that would be hard for an elite theology student to utter.

“Is it all done?”

“Yeah. Phew.”

Dane looked at the exhausted-looking Priscilla and the energetic duo, chuckled, then opened subspace to take out his short spear.

Then he gripped the short spear in reverse and brought his hand to the door handle.

“Then I’m opening the door.”

And the reason Dane gripped the short spear in reverse was immediately revealed.

“Graaah!”

Crack!

The head of the first charging undead was instantly smashed.

“…What the hell.”

At this sudden scene, Priscilla made an bewildered expression.

Undead are protected by necromancy.

Therefore, contrary to common perception, when powerful necromancy is at work, they aren’t bodies that crumble with just a touch, but rather undead born with enhanced bodies.

Since someone like Saint Aimar’s divine power was completely converted to necromancy after death, its intensity would probably be tremendous…

“I’ll take the front. Leila, I’m counting on you.”

“Yeah!”

Dane was smashing the head of the second undead with a very calm voice.

Crack!

That’s a 1st year?

That’s a freshman?

No matter if he’s from Count Sogress’s family, no matter if he’s from the Autonomous Department…

“What the hell is that…”

Wasn’t that just beyond the level itself?

It felt like watching a knight from the battlefield.

Crack!

Meanwhile, Dane was smashing the third undead with his spear shaft.

The movements were quite fast and the physical strength was at a decent level, but Dane showed no signs of difficulty at all.

That was because what Dane was currently using was ancient mana, plus the ‘Mana Point Explosion’ that his father Aken Sogress had taught him.

That technique of cutting off the flow the moment of contact and instantly exploding the released mana.

“That guy really…”

Thanks to this, Leila also seemed to get competitive and gripped her sword tightly with an expression that said ‘just try coming at me.’

And soon Leila’s opportunity came.

As they headed deeper into the hall, the undead’s encirclement range gradually began to widen, and in the process, one finally turned its attention toward Leila.

“Come at me!”

Leila swung her sword that her father Duke Termion had given her as a gift.

And the sword embedded directly into the neck of the charging undead.

She thought it would naturally slice through, but…

“Graaaah!”

“Huh?”

The sword was stuck halfway and wouldn’t move.

“Leila, mana!”

At Dane’s shout, Leila instinctively released her mana.

“Graaah!”

Before the charging undead’s hand could reach her, she was able to tear away half the neck by almost burning it with mana.

“Huff, huff.”

It was the moment Leila’s first real battle began.

‘My hands are shaking.’

Her hands were trembling.

She didn’t think she shook this much even when competing for the championship cup in the Danter Cup.

She realized that tournaments held in front of audiences with all safety measures prepared were completely different from real battles where life and death were at stake.

Of course, she wasn’t worried about dying.

“Leila. Stay calm.”

Her closest friend Dane was there-

“Leila. If it gets dangerous, I’ll throw myself in!”

There was an adventure addict who seemed to have never properly held a sword but boldly promised to protect her.

“Die! If you died once, die again!”

…And there was even Priscilla who didn’t hesitate to make statements unbefitting of the Theology Department.

Priscilla possessed divine power. So just by simply releasing divine power, the undead were being annihilated on the spot.

Of course, not every moment, and there were slight intervals. The bonus was that her stamina visibly drained each time she used it.

“Phew.”

Leila calmly gripped her sword again.

14 years old.

Leila’s level was Double-class, difficult for 14-year-olds to reach.

When you think about it, Dane was the monster-like one; Leila was a genius of swordsmanship who had won the Danter Cup.

‘I can’t bring shame to our family name.’

Leila released her mana and vertically split the head of an undead that had just charged forward.

And in one stroke at that.

“That’s right.”

Dane’s voice sounded like he knew it would happen.

Of course, Leila’s strength was instantly drained.

“What the hell does that kid do?”

Priscilla stared blankly at Dane, who had already turned the surroundings into a pile of undead ‘corpses’, and muttered in a daze.

Was such a thing even possible?

He wasn’t even using the spear blade, but was smashing the undead to pieces with the opposite end of the handle as soon as he touched them.

“Why is he hitting them with the handle…?”

Ernest answered Leila’s muttering.

“Because it would be a waste to damage the blade?”

That wasn’t it.

‘As expected, a wider contact area gives better impact.’

Dane recalled memories of having to fight with broken spear shafts on the battlefield.

It was surprisingly not bad.

In battle, helmets tend to come off, and striking exposed heads could deliver sufficient damage even without a blade.

Simply put, to Dane right now, these undead were no different from enemy soldiers without helmets.

Well, the fact that blunt weapons work better on undead than blades was a secondary factor.

That didn’t mean other people could do it too.

Ancient mana.

Dane’s abundant experience.

Plus his talent on top of that.

Thwack!

“That makes thirteen.”

No matter how much these undead originated from Saint Aimar’s divine power, unless they had some special ability, they were nothing before Dane.

Because their very capabilities were different.

There was a reason why Dane had acted so nonchalantly, telling them not to worry even as he crawled into that dangerous place.

‘Well, I was planning to run if things went south.’

Of course, Dane had intended to postpone things for another day if it seemed impossible.

Dane himself was more of the type to charge in once he got a rough estimate rather than moving under thorough planning.

Because his experience was abundant.

Battlefields change moment by moment. That makes instinct take precedence over planning.

If he were a commander, that wouldn’t be possible, but Dane was a fellow who had literally rolled around on the front lines.

Therefore, even though it seemed like he was moving recklessly, he was actually continuously surveying all directions even while fighting, constantly checking for danger factors and escape routes.

Anyway, the undead who had awakened after being killed in Saint Aimar Cathedral were having their heads smashed one by one by the sudden intruders’ rampage.

“This is seriously deadly.”

Thanks to that, Priscilla’s gaze couldn’t leave Dane.

To think he could handle undead like that with just one spear, and with the bladeless opposite end at that.

Even those aspiring to become paladins would probably not be able to present their business cards in most cases.

Leila was amazing too.

To think she could adapt to real combat this quickly.

Her greatness was overshadowed by Dane, but she had sufficient talent and skill worthy of being called a genius of swordsmanship and befitting a Danter Cup winner.

‘If Father had seen this, would he have been proud?’

Leila swung her sword without rest.

Meanwhile.

‘I want to do something too!’

Only Ernest was standing still, being protected by the two women.

Of course, Ernest had done 100%, no, more than his share. He had decoded the map, erased traces left by the party on their way here, and would be able to play an active role again once the undead extermination was finished.

But how should he put it.

After encountering Bron’s gang, Ernest had come to feel that he wanted to become strong as a man.

‘Once this expedition is over, I should ask Dane to teach me swordsmanship or spear arts, some way to protect myself.’

Whether he knew of such resolve or not—

“A morning star.”

Dane picked up a morning star that several undead had been holding before disappearing and dropping it.

A fearsome weapon with a round sphere attached to the end of a rod, with spikes embedded all over the sphere.

These must have been battle priests.

“It’s been a while.”

Dane from his previous life had rolled and rolled again on battlefields.

He had handled blunt weapons, which were as common as spears and swords, several times as a last resort, and that skill was beginning to show now.

Thwack! Thud!

“Not bad, right?”

The fact that he was swinging a blunt weapon aimed at the heads of clergy who had been noble in life felt a bit wrong, but they were undead now, so what did it matter.

Dane took the opportunity to put his short spear back into subspace and enthusiastically swung the morning star while recalling old memories.

How much time had passed like this?

“Huff, huff.”

“Whew, whew.”

Even though it was largely for political reasons, undead were still undead.

But they had defeated more than half of those burdensome undead hordes, and finally confirmed that the core was beginning to come into view.

“That’s it.”

There were so many undead that it hadn’t been easy to locate the core, but now it was visible.

Dane smiled wickedly.

“Dane! You can’t break the core in one go! You absolutely must inject high-concentration mana all at once! It takes a long time, so as I said before, clear the surrounding undead first…!”

That was when Priscilla’s shout could be heard.

“It looks like Dane is trying to do something?”

Even though undead were approaching, Dane was quickly waving his hands and doing something. Priscilla immediately realized what Dane was trying to do.

“Mana… rearrangement?”

Rearranging mana.

That meant he was going to use magic.

“He’s going to sweep them all away with magic?”

Not a bad choice.

But unless he could definitively smash their heads, it would only result in extreme mana consumption.

What was he trying to do?

She should stop him even if it wasn’t enough, but why?

Priscilla just wanted to watch.

What kind of stunt that ridiculous fellow would pull.

Rumble!

Then an intense wave that the other three could immediately feel burst from Dane’s body, and soon the released mana gathered in the air.

What appeared were four spears made of mana.

“Mana spears?”

3-chain attack magic.

Certainly powerful, but well.

To catch just four undead with only four spears, the efficiency was too low.

The way to deal with undead was to defeat as many as possible with minimal force, so what was he trying to do?

“I can see a straight path, so there’s no need to go around. Karnas.”

“Screech!”

Then Karnas popped out from his chest and breathed flames onto the mana spears Dane had summoned.

Whoooosh!

The mana spears were instantly engulfed in Karnas’s flames.

Dane had applied this by recalling Karnas’s flames that had melted the dormitory’s mana barrier.

“What is that…?”

The three people looking at the burning spears had blank expressions.

Right now, had he added flames on top of magic?

“I, I don’t know much about magic, but is that possible?”

“Uh, um…”

While Leila and Ernest were stammering, Priscilla muttered.

“Impossible. At least, not at that age….”

With this, dragon flames were added to the mana spears-

“Well done, Karnas.”

“Kirruk-!”

Dane threw the spear with all his might.

Shwaaaak!

Four mana spears tore through the air as they flew.

Their destination was the dark blue core that had just come into view.

“N-no way!”

This was absurd.

The cores that compose and maintain undead boast tremendous durability, to the point where it often happens that even after destroying all the undead, the core cannot be broken.

And yet, he was going to destroy that with long-range 3-Chain magic?

‘Reckless.’

Only Priscilla, who knew this fact, was horrified.

But the moment the core was struck by the four mana spears-

Crack!

With a feeble sound, the core shattered into pieces.

“Graaaaaaah!”

“Gwaaaaaaak!”

At the same time, the remaining undead and those that had been writhing even with their heads destroyed all screamed at once and collapsed.

And then, annihilation.

“….”

The hall that had been chaotic with the undead’s screams became as quiet as a chapel in an instant.

“What in the world….”

This was beyond bewildering – it was shocking.

Naturally, Priscilla didn’t know what kind of mana Dane possessed, so she had thought it was something that would never happen.

But Dane had shattered the core.

And with 3-Chain level magic at that.

“As expected of Dane!”

“Dane, well done!”

Did these kids know, or did they lack basic knowledge about cores?

Either way, it was an absurd occurrence.

“What kind of damn nonsense is this?”

She recalled memories of struggling desperately just to destroy a single core when facing undead.

Her strength drained away.

It definitely wasn’t just because she had used a lot of divine power.

But-

Rumble rumble rumble!

Priscilla had no choice but to snap back to attention.

“Don’t tell me.”

Priscilla suddenly thought of one possibility.

Very occasionally.

There are cases where it doesn’t end even though the core has been destroyed.

It’s a low probability, but… it’s definitely something that exists.

And in such cases.

“How dare… you invade our hall….”

Nine times out of ten, the most powerful undead appears, one that is essentially the core itself.

Just like right now.

“…It wasn’t over?”

“L-Leila. It looks extremely dangerous?”

What appeared from where the core had been.

“Revenant….”

The one who returned.

It was a Revenant.

It was Saint Aimar, the very person who built this hall and met an unjust death.

Why hadn’t she thought of this.

The necrosis of this hall occurred because Saint Aimar’s divine power became corrupted upon his death.

Then, naturally, Saint Aimar would have also become an undead.

And a very powerful undead at that.

Even his appearance was far too different from what he looked like in life.

“Stand back… I must protect this place….”

Far from ceremonial robes, his entire body was covered in hideous wounds, red light blazed from his eyes, and the black aura rising from his whole body made even Priscilla step back.

And the resentment of Saint Aimar that only Priscilla, being a cleric, could feel.

“Too strong….”

Saint Aimar had died under the Emperor’s merciless oppression. Even so, he had cared for the poor and lived humbly until the very end.

But perhaps because of that.

Those beliefs from back then had now become resentment, spewing madness as a Revenant.

Dangerous.

A Revenant becomes stronger the stronger the resentment from life.

What if it was the resentment of someone of Saint Aimar’s caliber in holy power, who met an unjust death?

“We need to run.”

“Huh?”

“I said we need to run! It’s too dangerous!”

It was then that Priscilla’s scream burst out.

“I suppose… it would be better to draw my sword?”

Shing.

But Dane didn’t seem to have any intention of retreating.

He also didn’t seem frightened or tense.

Dane threw the morning star he was holding to the ground and drew his sword from subspace.

“As expected, the sword is most familiar.”

The Revenant, Saint Aimar, looked at Dane and spoke.

“Stand back….”

“If I liberate you, will that resentment end too?”

“How dare… a small fellow like you think you can liberate me?”

Dane grinned.

“Yeah. That’s the plan.”

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