Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 126

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 126

 

Episode 126. The Anvil of Single Flame (7)

 

Clang, claaang-!

 

The hammering sounds became even more intense.

 

Blue flames danced above the anvil, and the scabbard that had been nothing more than a vague silhouette began to take proper form.

 

As I quietly watched this scene, I could feel anticipation slowly rising in one corner of my heart.

 

‘I wonder what kind of divine artifact will be born?’

 

In truth, even I couldn’t be certain of the outcome this time.

 

Through 200 playthroughs, I had experienced countless variables and possibilities. It meant I could see through most choices and what results they would bring.

 

But today was different. After all, this was the first playthrough where I had learned Pean’s true name.

 

Because of that, engraving his authority into a divine artifact was completely uncharted territory.

 

The ability might be much weaker than I expected. Conversely, it could demonstrate effects beyond imagination.

 

‘I just hope the performance turns out as good as I’m hoping…’

 

While I was having such thoughts alone.

 

[It’s almost finished.]

 

At that moment, The Owner of the Forge and the Flame spoke in a quite satisfied voice.

 

[Now only the final touches remain.]

 

Whoosh-!

 

As soon as his words ended, subtle changes began occurring on the scabbard’s surface.

 

Fine cloth was precisely layered over the body made of solid wood. The lacquer visible between the gaps held a gentle luster.

 

Just from its appearance alone, you could tell this was no ordinary object.

 

Whooooom-!

 

Soon after, the scabbard emerged from the anvil and began approaching me.

 

“…”

 

Swoosh-.

 

I extended my arm and grasped the divine artifact.

 

As befitting custom-made equipment, the scabbard fit perfectly in my palm.

 

Though for some reason, I couldn’t feel any weight at all.

 

[Silent Chest.]

 

“…”

 

[That is the child’s name.]

 

The Owner of the Forge and the Flame, who had just recited the scabbard’s name, began continuing his explanation step by step.

 

[I completely removed the weight so it would match the Feather Sword.]

 

“…”

 

[I also engraved a silence spell. You can activate it according to your will.]

 

At the continuing explanation, I nodded silently.

 

So the scabbard’s weight value was indeed ‘0’.

 

No wonder it felt as light as the Feather Sword to the touch.

 

‘Moreover…’

 

To be able to turn the silence spell on and off according to my will.

 

It was as if he had added an on-off function that I hadn’t even requested.

 

‘…This is perfect?’

 

Truly the exact type of divine artifact I had wanted.

 

While I was examining the Silent Chest with a satisfied expression.

 

[I implemented the silence with the most powerful spell.]

 

The incorporeal ‘gaze’ of The Owner of the Forge and the Flame swept over my body.

 

Soon fixing his attention on the Feather Sword hanging at my waist, he continued speaking.

 

[Even ‘she’ with her abnormally strong ego will absolutely never be able to break through that barrier. Above all…]

 

The Owner of the Forge and the Flame trailed off for a moment.

 

[…I suppose I don’t need to mention the most important thing?]

 

Heh-.

 

At his words, I smiled.

 

Of course I knew. What the true value hidden within the Silent Chest was.

 

[The authority of ‘that person’ that could be engraved through true name resonance will also be able to manifest according to your will.]

 

Nod-.

 

I silently bobbed my head.

 

In fact, no further additional explanation was necessary.

 

Because from the moment I grasped the scabbard, a system notification window had appeared before my eyes.

 

Ding-!

 

━━━━━━━━━━━━

 

【Super Sense Remnant】

 

(Available for Use)

 

━━━━━━━━━━━━

 

An authority skill engraved in the divine artifact, 「Silent Chest」.

 

Super Sense.

 

The ability that Pean had obtained in exchange for a sacred covenant, I could now use as well.

 

Yes.

 

Learning Pean’s true name from Demarion the Great Sage had all been groundwork for this moment.

 

‘While I did want to obtain a cheat key that could restrain that guy…’

 

The biggest purpose was to share Pean’s authority in this way.

 

‘Ah, of course.’

 

That didn’t mean I could deploy Super Sense in its complete form.

 

The modifier attached before the authority skill.

 

Remnant.

 

This was a concept completely opposite to the True form.

 

The True form was a method of wielding divine authority without output limitations. In contrast, Remnant was a form where many more restrictions were layered on top of the original limitations.

 

In short, it meant I had obtained a degraded version of Super Sense.

 

“…”

 

That didn’t mean I had any complaints though.

 

This was a situation where I was sharing an ability that Pean had obtained through a sacred covenant.

 

It was natural for that authority to be downgraded.

 

‘The problem is how severe that degradation is…’

 

While I was having such thoughts.

 

[Rather than just standing there, why don’t you try testing it once?]

 

The Owner of the Forge and the Flame recommended a demonstration of the Silent Chest.

 

Since there was no reason to refuse, I nodded briefly and then gripped the scabbard tightly.

 

Whooom, whooooom-!

 

The authority skill engraved in the scabbard manifested as it aligned with my will.

 

So naturally, as if it had been an ability I possessed from the beginning.

 

Ding-!

 

〔You have used the authority skill engraved in Silent Chest: 【Super Sense Remnant】.〕

 

Whoooooosh-!

 

And then…

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

…Not long after, the moment I escaped from the world of supersensory perception.

 

I could be certain.

 

‘Ah.’

 

This will work.

 

This will definitely work.

 

If supersensory perception manifested at this level of output, the plan I had set up was bound to succeed.

 

[How is it.]

 

Just then, The Owner of the Forge and the Flame began asking for my thoughts.

 

[Are you satisfied with its performance.]

 

“…Yes.”

 

Nod-.

 

I answered as I emerged from the afterglow of supersensory perception.

 

Though it was a brief response, it contained genuine satisfaction.

 

The Silent Orbit had been inscribed with authority at a much higher level than I had expected.

 

Hearing my answer, The Owner of the Forge and the Flame spoke in a pleased voice.

 

[Good. Then go ahead and unfold your plan to your heart’s content, child.]

 

Yes.

 

The final puzzle piece for the Feather Sword’s「Jinmyeong Geopbang」had fit together perfectly.

 

With this, all my business at Middle Temple was complete.

 

So now….

 

‘…it’s time to move to Dungarrd, the Dark City.’

 

* * *

 

Whoooosh-.

 

A lonely wind swept across the desolate land.

 

The farther he got from Middle Temple, the fainter the traces of civilization became, and the rough scent of wilderness brushed his nostrils.

 

“Phew.”

 

Pean, who had been walking, let out a sigh.

 

The events of last night kept circling in his mind.

 

‘Sword Master Gaon.’

 

The moment he recalled that name, a cold chill ran up his spine.

 

What had happened in Middle Temple’s guest hall.

 

How he had nullified supersensory perception and casually uttered his true name.

 

Even now, thinking of that moment made his breath catch.

 

“….”

 

The egg that Gaon had kept close to his chest.

 

The presence seeping from inside that shell possessed a depth and weight that even Pean couldn’t handle.

 

It emanated an aura exactly like the「Primordial Beings」he had encountered in his youth… that is, when he was less than a hundred years old.

 

“….”

 

A being that had lived through that era when gods had not yet bound themselves with the Heavenly Laws and freely roamed the continent.

 

A status so exalted that even Pean, who had lived for thousands of years, couldn’t dare approach it.

 

‘Then Gaon, who carries that being….’

 

It was as good as saying he too was likely a「Primordial Being」.

 

“….”

 

Yes.

 

This explained everything.

 

How Gaon could escape detection by supersensory perception. How he knew his true name.

 

Even Demarion the Great Sage’s chamber opening for the first time in hundreds of years might have been due to connections from that era.

 

‘But….’

 

A memory suddenly surfaced.

 

─I received a similar revelation.

 

─Oh… really?

 

─That I’ll be killed by someone soon. Unless I receive help from you, Pean.

 

─…?

 

‘…Even such a Gaon will face an enemy difficult to handle? And in Dungarrd, the Dark City at that?’

 

Pean bit the inside of his lip.

 

‘So that’s why he’s heading to the Anvil of Single Flame now? To strengthen his own power?’

 

Before his midnight meeting with Gaon.

 

Using supersensory perception, he had eavesdropped on the conversation between him and his disciple.

 

Their plan to challenge the Anvil of Single Flame.

 

They were probably challenging the trial to receive a new divine artifact right about now.

 

He wondered whether they had passed the trial, and if they succeeded, what kind of divine artifact they would receive….

 

“…!”

 

Gasp-!

 

That was the exact moment.

 

Pean stopped walking and froze in place.

 

He felt the strange sensation as if part of his senses had been lost.

 

It was a phenomenon that lasted only briefly.

 

His senses quickly returned to normal, but having lived for thousands of years, this was the first time Pean experienced such a phenomenon, leaving him quite flustered.

 

‘What… what on earth is this….’

 

Thud-.

 

Then, the world became quiet.

 

Pean slowly nodded as if he were receiving a message from someone.

 

“…Ah.”

 

Soon after, a sigh escaped his lips.

 

“So that’s what it was.”

 

He smiled as if he had realized something.

 

“No. It’s fine. If my senses just weaken briefly while Gaon uses his ability… well, I can endure that.”

 

Though he said it was fine, complex emotions seeped into the end of Pean’s words.

 

An instinctive wariness about part of his unique authority being transferred to another.

 

No matter how much that person was a Sword Master with the same sense of purpose, having to give up part of the special ability he alone had enjoyed for thousands of years was never a pleasant thing.

 

Especially if that person was ‘Gaon’.

 

An already absolute being now gaining insight into his core abilities too. Thinking about how much stronger he would become made his spine run cold.

 

“Ahaha.”

 

But on the other hand… he was secretly relieved by this situation.

 

“Yes. I think so too. Rather, I’m fortunate that the one sharing my ability is Gaon.”

 

The Sword Master’s Pact connected to Gaon.

 

The absolute covenant he had been tricked into making by the Progenitor of Haibroun.

 

Though he would have to kill Gaon with his own hands someday, the stronger Gaon became, the safer the situation became for Pean.

 

If the possibility of Gaon dying by someone else’s hand decreased, he wouldn’t need to worry as much about penalties from violating the covenant.

 

Paradoxically, Gaon growing into an absolute being was the most ideal situation for Pean as well.

 

“Yes. Whatever the case….”

 

Pean shrugged his shoulders as if it didn’t matter much and began walking again.

 

“…Just don’t die, Gaon.”

 

Those words, muttered in a low voice, contained several different reasons.

 

The realistic judgment that no one but Gaon could save this world from its end.

 

Consideration for her own safety due to their covenant.

 

And above all….

 

It was because of the pure interest and goodwill she felt toward him.

 

* * *

 

Creeeeak-.

 

It was when the Tyrant Dragon, Heukgol, and Arwen had been waiting in the corridor for quite some time.

 

With the sound of the bronze door opening, Gaon and Adelia appeared.

 

“Oh!”

 

Heukgol let out an exclamation.

 

He spotted the new scabbard hanging at Gaon’s waist and shouted.

 

“Amazing! You got a new sword!”

 

“No.”

 

“…?”

 

Pause-.

 

At Gaon’s immediate response, Heukgol looked slightly flustered.

 

“Th-then what is that? Don’t tell me you only received a mere empty scabbard….”

 

“It’s just a mere empty scabbard.”

 

“…?”

 

“…?”

 

“…?”

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