A Genius Gamer, Reincarnated as a Hero - Chapter 178



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A genius gamer is reincarnated into a famous hero episode 178

Heavenly Sword, an insurmountable wall (3)

Tdu-duk!

When I applied too much force, the ropes that were restraining my arms tore apart. In the first place, it made no sense to restrain a 6-star swordsman with rope or something. Harang touched her wrist and looked at the paper hanging in front of her.

I immediately realized that tying my arms was just a sign of meaning, but I still had no idea what to do.

I clenched my fists and looked around. There were no useful items or helpful hints.

“You probably don’t want to reach the level of swordsmanship… … .”

From the beginning, ‘Heart Sword’ was a state where one forged a sword with one’s heart and used it with one’s bare hands or cut steel with a rotten tree branch.

If you develop a little further, the Igigeo Sword, which moves the sword with will alone, appears… … Since such a state was only possible for an expert who reached the 9th star, I would not expect that level from the current Harang.

Harang hovered near the paper.

‘The performance of tying one’s hands is clearly a method of cutting paper without touching one’s hands… … ah!’

If you think about it, there were enough hints.

What kind of scene unfolded when Duke Kal-El unfolded the Heavenly Sword? Wasn’t a huge sword summoned from the sky and falling down? However, it wasn’t magic.

If it were magic, already existing substances would have been summoned across space, or shapes could have been created through countless techniques… … Even a 9-star great wizard would not be able to perform great magic on such a scale all at once.

‘Creating a sword with will alone and cutting something down.’

That is the true trick of the Heavenly Sword.

‘… … No, wait. ‘Do you mean you can do that without any training or teaching?’

I’m not sure, but anyway, isn’t this kind of training because it’s possible?

“Whoa… … .”

Harang closed his eyes and clenched his hands with both hands as if holding a sword.

‘First, let’s try it. If it doesn’t work, keep trying until it works.’

There is nothing more ridiculous than giving up and saying ‘it won’t work’ without even trying. If you give it up after trying it first, you will feel at least at ease.

Swish! Harang created a sword in his imagination and swung it, but of course nothing happened. For a moment, his fist was almost stained with a fist, but he tried to control it.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

It was Harang who held and swung an imaginary sword one after another, but Kwon Gang kept trying to be created. In times like this, learning too much became toxic.

‘It’s awkward.’

I didn’t actually hold the sword, but I pretended to hold it and swung it, so everything felt awkward.

There is no weight or grip.

I couldn’t even believe that I could cut something with my bare fists like this.

30 minutes of swinging a sword with your bare hands.

Normally, Harang would practice for dozens of hours without any problems, but with this foolish act, he couldn’t complete even an hour and his concentration was broken.

‘… … ‘Is this really true?’

Maybe there is another way?

Once I started to have those doubts, I couldn’t concentrate even more.

then.

‘In my own way… … .’

Harang took a deep breath and slowly gathered his mental strength to one point.

Imagine just one thing.

‘I am holding a sword.’

At that moment, [System Protection] was activated, and the synchronization rate slowly began to increase.

From now on, he has entered a simulation world that he has drawn himself rather than simply imagining. There was one downside to doing this. That is, not moving the actual body.

but… … In the simulation, Harang was able to hold and swing the ‘Jingeom’ as much as he wanted.

‘I remember this feeling.’

Just as I am holding and swinging a real sword in the simulation, I am making the illusion that I am also wielding a real sword in real life.

Woooo!!

There, he could use his sword as much as he wanted and could cut through not only paper but also steel.

Focus on just one action.

‘Cut it down.’

Cutting, cutting, cutting again.

Harang remembered the feeling of cutting something with a real sword as if it were imprinted on his body.

After endlessly repeating the act of cutting to the point where simulation and reality could no longer be confused.

… … Suddenly!!

Harang suddenly opened his eyes.

The sun had already set and it was dark everywhere.

“under… … .”

He smiled, wiping his sweaty cheeks.

The paper had already been torn in half and was lying on the floor. I don’t even remember when I cut it down. This was because there were so many cuts that it was impossible to distinguish between reality and simulation.

After picking up the paper and going out, the knights turned around and said.

“Do you want to give up? “You can come tomorrow morning and try again.”

In response to their question, which they thought was a natural sign of giving up, Harang held up a piece of paper that had been split in half.

“no. “I will go to see your majesty.”

“… … “No way!”

A piece of paper really split in half.

With their eyes, they cannot tell whether this was simply torn or cut with a hidden knife… … If it were Duke Kal-El, he would be able to tell at a glance how it was cut.

“Yes, then I will guide you immediately…” … .”

“There is no need for that.”

chuck! Cheek! The knights responded very quickly and raised their swords. A middle-aged man with a sturdy physique appeared through the grass.

Duke Kal-El Paul Kaladan grinned and approached Harang.

“I came here because I felt sharply forged, and I succeeded in just one day.”

“… … Thanks for the great teaching.”

“Khaha! My youngest grandchild. You also like to talk loudly. What have I taught you? “All we did was lock it in the corner of the warehouse.”

“But I was able to gain enough enlightenment from that alone.”

“Then you are lucky.”

Duke Kal-El stroked his beard.

In fact, he was slightly embarrassed because he had not expected this situation at all. Originally, when Harang was feeling discouraged after realizing that it was absolutely impossible, Duke Kal-El’s goal was to make him realize his own enlightenment by giving him an important hint.

This was because I thought that giving hints right from the start would not be effective, and giving hints too late would not be effective either.

But to wake up on your own in one day without even a hint… … .

‘This looks like the reincarnation of the warrior Kaladan.’

While admiring Harang’s amazing talent, Duke Kal-El was still smiling as if he was having fun.

My youngest grandson, who was able to complete the training he had prepared so easily, developed a strangely competitive spirit.

‘The next training won’t be easy, you bastard.’

* * *

Flash!

Kurrung-kwagwang!!

A bolt of lightning struck, piercing through the roof of a cathedral and hitting the podium below.

“Aaaah!”

A woman who was praying below was so startled that she fell backwards when lightning struck her feet.

She was breathing heavily and placed her hand on her chest to calm herself down.

“Why did you come to this small cathedral that no one has visited and is now full of cobwebs?… … “Have I incurred Heaven’s grievance?”

I hold the symbol with trembling hands and bring it to my chest. Outside she was still showering and thundering.

At one time, while working as a ‘saint of the Holy Empire of Benedis’, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed to God.

Now that I’ve been abandoned by God, I don’t even have a God to pray to anymore, but it’s always been that way… … All I could do today and tomorrow was pray.

Why did this happen?

When a group of self-proclaimed ‘real saints’ appeared? Did everything go wrong from then on?

When I started living as the most sacred and noble saint and the woman everyone envied, I had no idea that it would end up like this.

‘… … I am no longer a saint.’

It has already become irreversible.

Hello, Paul Calladun. Since I twisted his fate and cursed him in order to survive, I ended up cutting off his last remaining ‘qualification as a saint’.

okay. My life started to go wrong when the ‘real saint’ appeared, but in fact, it really started to go wrong when I cursed ‘Harang Paul Calladun’.

It is said that the person who cursed is bound to be equally unhappy in response. Her saintliness was so powerful that her recoil was small, but she could not escape that fate.

Although he had taken into account that he might be wrong to some extent, something was strange about Harang. As if some powerful god was refusing to curse him, he kept trying to return to his saint.

I tried to bounce off the returning curse and send it back to Harang, but it had no effect, so I was on the verge of going crazy.

It got to the point where I had to pray and pray all day long to be able to protect myself from the curse.

There was no time to eat or sleep, so my eyes were already sunken, and my limbs were dry and twisted, making me look like a mummy.

Her once brilliant appearance, which was said to be more beautiful than anyone else in the world, has completely lost its luster, and now she has become so hideous that when she encounters someone, she runs away, saying they are a ghost.

‘… … It was something like that.’

Hello, Paul Calladun. I don’t know what kind of being it is, but I do know that it is protected by a very powerful divinity.

Or, it could be a powerful guardian. Because the Guardian was a being powerful enough to block God’s curse… … .

‘That doesn’t matter anymore.’

I didn’t know when I didn’t know, but now that I know, all I had to do was take a different approach.

‘Hello, Paul Calladorn. This kid is going to be a star. You will one day become the brightest star and rise high.’

A fate completely different from his own, which was completely charred and reduced to ashes.

The fate of becoming a star cannot be twisted.

So, what if you could steal a little bit of that fate? Or, if you steal a lot… … .

Maybe she can return to being a saint or become something more.

You can become a saint by stealing only a small part of your destiny. What a brilliant destiny! If everyone in the world could see the value of fate as a commodity, they might have coveted Harang Paul Calladun’s fate and rushed to steal it.

It was a pity.

There are only a handful of people in this world who can see that boy’s fate… … .

‘No, it’s good for me.’

Rather, it was also a story that only I could steal that greedy fruit.

‘Please share a little of your starlight.’

After all, if you have such a huge destiny, even if you suffer a little loss, it won’t make much of a difference.

‘You are destined to become a warrior. ‘Couldn’t you at least give a little of yourself to the unfortunate?’

Although I have never seen him in person, Harang must have a just character.

He will definitely hold your outstretched hand.

“So, come to me… … .”

A ray of light extended from the saint’s fingertips.

It soon became an indicator of what she should do and what path she should take.

How to extort the fate of Harang Paul Calladorn. In that path, a girl was floating.

‘That kid… … Chorien of Emblitz?’

The girl, who was called a genius just like Harang, appeared before my eyes.

Very fortunately, she was able to contact Archduke Emblitz.

Also, Archduke Emblitz also hopes for Harang’s downfall… … .

‘Indeed, heaven is helping me.’

The saintess smiled softly.