Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 70

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 70

 

 

 

36. Sacred Core (2)

 

 

One of the things I gained from absorbing ancient mana was this keen sensing ability.

When I concentrate my five senses, I can hear whispers from quite a distance, and my sense of touch and vision have become considerably sharper and better.

Naturally, this includes my sensing ability.

And right now, that sensing ability was sending me a sharp warning signal.

Kukukukuku…

Indeed, this fellow appeared after we destroyed the core.

That means that core was fake.

In the end, we need to defeat this guy, Saint Aimar, to get what we want.

“How insolent… You think you can liberate my grudge?”

“That’s what I said. Are your lips itching because you haven’t talked for hundreds of years?”

“What?”

I tried to provoke him slightly.

“You keep asking the same question over and over.”

“Do you dare claim to understand even a fraction of my sorrow and resentment!”

“Well.”

Then I heard Priscilla’s shout from behind.

“Dane! Don’t provoke him anymore! You could die in an instant!”

Regardless of that.

“I’m not really sure about that grudge.”

“You bastard…!”

I provoked Saint Aimar, and I heard a sigh from behind. Without looking, I knew it was Priscilla.

“You look lively, so you should die by my hand and become undead.”

“Can I eat tarts if I become undead?”

“What?”

Just as Saint Aimar asked back as if dumbfounded, I moved.

Kwang!

Saint Aimar’s morning star clashed with my sword.

This is no joke.

Tremendous force traveled through the sword to my wrist.

“Ugh.”

I’m definitely being overpowered in terms of strength.

It’s because my body hasn’t fully grown yet.

Of course, it might also be because Saint Aimar, no, Death Aimar was a battle priest in life.

Wait, is calling him Death Aimar a bit too much?

“You seemed to do quite well until now… but that won’t work anymore.”

“We’ll have to see about that.”

I deliberately relaxed my strength and retreated while simultaneously thrusting my shoulder forward to approach him. Then with a thud, the guy who got hit by my shoulder was pushed back.

“You bastard.”

“How’s that?”

“You know how to fight.”

Is this high praise?

“Good. This is enjoyable. It’s been a while. Has it been 300 years since I last crushed over 100 Empire soldiers and knights’ heads with my morning star?”

I thought I heard another scream from behind.

“3, 300 years!”

“Dane! I’m telling you we should avoid this!”

Instead of turning around, I gripped my sword tightly and looked at Saint Aimar, feeling it.

That my blood was boiling.

“It’s been a while for me too.”

“Hm?”

“Fighting like this. Not 300 years, but still.”

“Kid, you’ve only lived a few years…”

Saint Aimar’s words didn’t continue.

Because I kicked off the ground and charged, instantly slicing off Saint Aimar’s arm.

Slash.

Only the sound of cutting flesh was heard, and being undead, no blood spurted. But instead of blood, black energy was flowing from the wound.

“…You bastard.”

It’s really been a long time since real combat like this.

I had briefly forgotten while only swinging spears and swords in the training ground or dealing with idiots like Bron’s gang and the Bodybuilding Club.

“Whew.”

This feeling of my heart pounding.

This feeling of hot blood spreading to every corner of my body through this pounding heart when entering combat.

“Here I come again.”

“…!”

Charging again, I exchanged attacks with Saint Aimar several times.

At first, sword and morning star clashed in midair, then the morning star flying low was deflected by my sword, only cutting through empty air.

“Y, you bastard!”

Saint Aimar is definitely strong.

But not compared to me, enhanced with past experience and ancient mana.

In the midst of this, my third sword strike hit the center of the morning star, and finally on the fourth…

Slash!

Once again, I cut through Saint Aimar’s body.

It was his side.

If this had been real combat, it would definitely have been a fatal wound.

The black energy rising instead of blood was thicker and heavier than when I cut his arm earlier.

Clang!

But as the price, my sword had to break too. In that brief moment, Saint Aimar had struck my sword with the handle of his morning star, completely shattering it.

Hissss…

And Saint Aimar’s body slowly regenerating.

“That’s what being undead is about.”

I heard Saint Aimar’s laughter.

“Haha… What will you do now? Your sword is broken. Will you get a sword from your friend behind you?”

“No.”

Clank!

I drew another sword from my subspace.

I have plenty of weapons.

If one breaks, I’ll just use another.

“Even with a broken weapon, you don’t lose your fighting spirit.”

“I would have died long ago if I did.”

“What are you… Your face looks young, but your words and the skill you display… are no different from a weathered knight.”

Instead of answering, I grinned.

“I’ll tell you when I become undead.”

Kwang!

The clash began again.

And I realized.

Saint Aimar’s body would continue regenerating unless I blew off his head in one strike.

But Saint Aimar wouldn’t give up his head.

He was already strong and fast, and knowing it was his weakness, he desperately defended it.

“Leila! Behind you!”

“Ernest, fall back!”

Meanwhile, the undead were rising again.

Looking at the current situation, things weren’t going well.

Then suddenly, I witnessed Leila releasing mana to crush the remaining head of an undead whose head was half-destroyed.

“Wait.”

Perhaps there might be a way.

“No matter what you do, you cannot win. So quietly become an undead…”

“Hold on. I’m thinking.”

I quickly retreated and called Karnas.

“Karnas.”

“Kyiruk!”

Karnas poked his head out with a bright expression, as if completely unaffected by the battle’s impact.

I held my sword out in front of Karnas.

“Ignis.”

“Kyiruwook!”

Whoooosh!

Flames burst from Karnas’s mouth.

And the flames wrapped around the sword.

“It’s incredibly hot.”

I won’t be able to hold it for long.

“You… what are you trying to do?”

“How does this look?”

“That creature that breathed flames… what is it? A wyvern’s offspring?”

Saint Aimar was stunned looking at the so-called Flame Attack Sword… no, Ignis Sword wrapped in flames.

Even I think it looks deadly.

I curled up the corners of my mouth.

“No, a dragon.”

 

 

To borrow Priscilla’s inner thoughts, yeah.

We’re totally screwed.

“We’re really totally screwed.”

At this language choice unbecoming of the Theology Department, Leila who was swinging her sword and Ernest who had just shaken off an undead’s grasp flinched, but Priscilla didn’t care.

“We need to run right now!”

“How do we run!”

“Somehow!”

“What about Dane!”

Just as Priscilla flinched, Leila brought up a reasonable concern.

“Imagine if he becomes an undead!”

“That would be really sad…”

“He’d be incredibly strong!”

“…”

“Then I’d never be able to beat him for the rest of my life!”

“…So that’s the reason.”

Priscilla muttered as if dumbfounded.

Anyway, we’re doomed.

Saint Aimar was already strong, but now as a high-level undead Revenant, he even regenerates.

As long as this hall is filled with necromancy energy, it means he’ll regenerate endlessly.

“And we can’t even crush his head.”

Saint Aimar was truly persistently defending, dodging attacks time and again.

Dane’s body is alive, and Saint Aimar is tired.

Dane will get tired eventually.

And then, he’ll allow an attack.

The problem is there’s no way to escape.

“…I don’t know. I must be crazy.”

Just as Priscilla was thinking of her lover, Teryan Mophilier, a 5th-year Magic Department student, in her heart.

Whoooosh!

Saint Aimar and Dane clashed.

But Dane’s sword was wrapped in flames…

Sizzle!

“Kyaaahhh!”

For the first time, Saint Aimar’s scream erupted.

“As expected! It’s Dane!”

“Karnas’s flames on the sword…!”

Priscilla’s eyes widened.

Saint Aimar’s chest was cut where the scream erupted, but instead of dark currents rising, there was only a burning smell.

Which means—

He wasn’t regenerating.

“H-how is this happening?”

Undead are weak to fire, true.

But that only applies to weak undead.

Well, if you think about it, how many objects aren’t weak to fire anyway.

In any case, a Revenant requires high-level divine power to resolve.

But now, as Dane’s flame-wreathed sword cut Saint Aimar’s body, he was no longer regenerating.

“Y-you bastard!”

“It really works? Karnas.”

“Kyiruk!”

Whoooosh!

Dane replenished the nearly extinguished flames and began pressing Saint Aimar.

The panicked Saint Aimar then suffered consecutive wounds on his other arm, thigh, and shoulder, screaming.

“H-how can I feel pain!”

Dragon’s flames.

That child of immense mana has the power to negate existence itself.

Karnas is still just a baby dragon.

But even that baby dragon’s flames were pushing back the Revenant’s necromancy and nullifying his regeneration.

Of course, Dane didn’t know this fact well.

“I didn’t know it would work either.”

He just tried it based on speculation.

“Y-you bastard…”

Saint Aimar charged again.

The morning star mixed with necromancy energy and even stronger resentment flew at him.

But why.

Thwang! Clang!

Dane now seemed accustomed to it, even reading Saint Aimar’s attack patterns and parrying them.

So skilled.

It felt like watching a warrior who had rolled around battlefields for a long time.

But that couldn’t be possible.

This fellow was just a kid.

A fellow who would have been a snot-nosed brat just a few years ago couldn’t be like that.

‘And this is… what?’

On top of that, the strange energy felt every time their swords clashed.

It was definitely something familiar.

But that couldn’t be possible.

Above all, Saint Aimar wasn’t in his right mind now that he had become undead.

“Kraaaak!”

Finally, it was when Saint Aimar received a deep wound to his chest.

“He’s winning!”

Ernest’s cheer could be heard.

But that was only for a moment.

“You… cannot leave here alive…”

Resentment began rising from Saint Aimar’s entire body.

The past 300 years.

All the years he had to live unable to truly live or die after being unjustly killed by the Empire’s Emperor and becoming undead.

“Kraaaaaaak!”

A massive storm of necromancy began to rage.

The enormous black energies rising around Saint Aimar seemed to cry out that something was about to happen.

“Wh-what is that!”

“Damn it.”

Priscilla sensed the danger and shouted.

“Get behind me!”

The moment Leila and Ernest stepped back, Priscilla drew up all her remaining divine power and deployed a Sacred Barrier.

It was a technique far beyond the level of Academy undergraduates, but Priscilla managed to deploy it even while exhausted.

“What is he trying to do?”

“Duck down and protect your heads!”

The moment that shout was heard—

“Be engulfed by this darkness and seep into the shadows!”

With Saint Aimar’s roar, the black currents rising from his body burst out in all directions, causing a massive explosion.

Kwabang! Kukukukung!

A tremendous shockwave swept through the hall, and undead as well as various objects were swept away, creating vibrations as if an earthquake had struck.

“Dane!”

In the midst of this, Leila cried out desperately.

Dane was the person closest to that explosion.

No matter how strong Dane was, in an explosion like this…

“Leila, Priscilla!”

In the midst of this, Priscilla collapsed.

She had exhausted her strength after protecting the two with her barrier.

Then the darkness lifted.

And—

“Kuhuhuh… Yes, he’s dead! There’s no way he could have survived!”

Saint Aimar’s laughter could be heard.

Indeed, there was nothing in front of Saint Aimar.

Dane had disappeared without a trace.

“No way… no, that can’t be!”

“Daaaaane!”

It was when Leila was denying reality and Ernest was screaming.

“Ignis.”

Whoooosh!

Flames shot up—

Stab!

“Kueok!”

A scream burst out.

However, it was Saint Aimar’s scream.

And Dane appeared.

From behind Saint Aimar.

“H-how… Kueok!”

Plunging his sword wrapped in Karnas’s flames into his back.

“Hid well, didn’t I.”

“What… did you say?”

In that moment, Saint Aimar remembered.

The fact that Dane had disappeared just before he caused the explosion using necromancy.

But he hadn’t paid attention to it.

No matter where he disappeared to, he would definitely be caught up in this explosion.

“How… could you be unharmed…? No matter where you hid…!”

“I hid in the darkness.”

“…!”

Saint Aimar doubted his ears.

Did he just say he hid in the darkness?

“My Mother is a legendary assassin.”

“Assassin…?”

What the hell kind of person was this fellow?

“Thanks to her, I learned things like this.”

“…That’s… impossible…”

He destroyed cores with magic, faced him with swordsmanship, had a strange creature that even breathed fire, and now he could hide in darkness.

“…Who exactly are you…?”

“I told you.”

Saint Aimar’s words could continue no further.

“I said I’d tell you when you become undead.”

Crack!

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————