A Genius Gamer, Reincarnated as a Hero - Chapter 179



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A genius gamer is reincarnated in a famous family of heroes Episode 179

Heavenly Sword, Insurmountable Wall (4)

‘Harang Paul Kaladan has reached the 6-star level! And that too at the age of sixteen!’

The news spread all over the place, shaking the world.

Masters from all over the continent reacted sensitively upon hearing this news, and some martial arts families that had maintained neutrality even appeared to be leaning towards Kaladan.

In fact, there were cases where various swordsmanship families wrote letters directly to the original family to congratulate Harang Paul Kaladan on becoming a 6-star swordsman.

‘I congratulate Prince Harang Paul Kaladan on his complete control over the Sword Qi Seonggang (劍氣盛?)!’

It refers to a state in which one has completely dominated the sword energy, or ‘strong energy’, and there is no longer any substance that cannot be destroyed.

Typically, a congratulatory letter is sent to a young child of a prestigious family when he or she reaches 6-star status, and a ‘congratulatory message’ is given.

How quickly a person could achieve 6 stars, which is considered the last limit of humanity, and receive congratulatory congratulations from people was also a guide to showing a person’s talent.

A person from a prestigious family with ordinary talent (the talent of a genius by the average person’s standards) received an ascension blessing on average at the age of twenty-five, and it was said that the sooner they received it, the more talent they received from heaven.

However, no matter how fast you go, it is known that it is only possible after you are in your 20s because it takes time to gain experience to reach the 6-star level.

How in the world is this possible?

Does something called ‘talent sent from heaven’ really exist in the world?

There were many rumors about Harang Paul Calladun, who reached 6 stars at the age of 16, saying it was false, exaggerated, and nonsensical, but in the end, the weight of the name ‘Caladern’ did not dare to express doubts to the outside world. There was no.

“… … “This is truly incredible news.”

Gugit! Archduke Alsov crumpled up the martial arts newspaper that contained the news of Harang Paul Calladorn and placed his hand on his forehead.

Since Emblitz also maintained a close relationship with Kaladun, he had to send a congratulatory message to Harang, but he did not want to write it himself.

In the end, after having a diplomat write a congratulatory speech on behalf of Alsov, he insisted on going out, saying he had some business to attend to.

The destination was an old cathedral built in a remote location in the Kingdom of Avon.

There were vines growing there because there was no manager, and there were a lot of spider webs because there were no church members visiting. It rained all year round, and today was the same.

However, a shower could not make the body of a 10-star warrior wet, so he entered the cathedral with dry steps, like someone walking in the scorching sun.

Deeng… ! Deeng… !

Just then, the bell rang, signaling 12 o’clock for lunch, and wet light seeped in through the gap in the window. The green light mixed with the vines made the space of the cathedral itself damp.

Inside, there was a woman lying down, hugging a collapsed statue of a goddess.

She was once a woman who was praised by everyone as the ‘Saint of the Holy Empire of Benedis’, but now she is branded a witch and is pushed out by the ‘real saint’ and falls into the abyss.

Grand Duke Alsov felt very sorry for her situation, but had no intention of helping her.

This was because the more desperate she was, the more helpful it was to her.

“I heard the story. “I heard there was a way to turn Paul Calladorn’s fate onto my granddaughter.”

“… … “Hehehe.”

Then, the saintess slowly got up from the stone statue and looked at the archduke with half-closed, dark eyes. Archduke Alsov frowned slightly at the sight of him looking like he was drunk.

‘The atmosphere has changed.’

The saintess glanced at the archduke, then tilted her head and smiled crookedly.

“You thought I had changed.”

“… … “You’re quick-witted.”

“Your Majesty the Grand Duke has also changed a lot. When you were young, you did not participate in such acts, saying they were unclean. After all, being a child changes a person. iced coffee… … “I would have done the same if I had children.”

“Get to the point.”

The saint hurriedly stood up and approached Archduke Alsov with unsteady steps.

“majesty. Your granddaughter was destined to become a great swordsman, but unfortunately she came at the wrong time… … Hello, Paul Calladun. “Because that child’s fate is blocked, he will not even be able to engrave his insignificant name in history, and will be doomed to quietly disappear as an ordinary prosecutor.”

Although the remark was insulting, Grand Duke Alsov did not show anger or anger like usual. Although she was pushed out and chased away by the ‘real saint’, as far as Archduke Alsov knew, that woman in front of him was the one who could most freely use her divine powers.

The ability to manipulate fate and change reality was at a level that even a ‘real saint’ could not match.

“… … “What should I do?”

“Cross your fate. Your granddaughter can achieve the feat that Paul Calladun had to accomplish. On the other hand, if the high walls and waves that came upon Her Highness’s granddaughter were turned against the child… … “The two fates will intersect, at least momentarily.”

Let Chorien follow the path that Harang was supposed to follow.

Let Harang face the trials and tribulations that Chorien would have faced.

With that, the person who will occupy the position of the best person in the world in the distant future will be changed.

“Harang Paul Kaladan will remain as a mediocre magic swordsman.”

The saint pointed somewhere with her finger. Even though she was invisible to Archduke Alsov, the future she was drawing for her sainthood was spread out in the air.

“Ah, that was truly an amazing feat. “His magic was great and his talent for swordsmanship was great, but that will remain as a brief, brilliant heyday in his childhood.”

There have been countless such geniuses throughout history. Everyone praised them as geniuses because they experienced tremendous growth at a young age, but in reality, they were unfortunate geniuses who could not grow any further and stagnated, perhaps because that was their limit.

They lived their lives as geniuses and overtook the commoners, but at some point, their skills caught up with the commoners and they were overtaken, and they despaired of the world.

You thought you were the best, and the despair you feel when you fall far behind the ordinary people who were always looked down upon by those who thought they were the best!

Archduke Alsov also knows such people. What kind of trick is fate playing? How many times have you seen people who worked tirelessly with talent so great that they could aim for the best position in the world in the distant future, only to suddenly be blocked by a wall and quietly fade away?

“… … The sky is not very pleased with humans who fly high. The child stands out too much. So much so that even heaven is angry with him.”

Archduke Alsov felt something strange and took a step back.

OK.

Flash! Qarring-!!

Lightning struck the ceiling of the cathedral and hit the saint directly.

“ah… … !!”

The saintess, whose waist was bent backwards like a bow, trembled with both arms and looked at the hole in the sky. She belatedly saw a shower pouring down through a hole in the ceiling of the cathedral. In the meantime, something of her revelation came down to the saint.

“It is the purest, but it is full of the most vicious malice, and it uses martial arts that are gentle and soft like a flowing river, but its strength is enough to cut down even mountains… … .”

De, knock! A saintess with her back bent and her head turned stiffly. The sight was almost terrifying at first, and it was even more terrifying because her eyes had completely disappeared and turned pure white.

Despite the bizarre words and actions of the bone-thin saint, the Archduke Alsob did not back down and asked.

“Heavenly Palace. “You’re talking about that place.”

“… … Yes. Send her granddaughter there, Grand Duke.”

She slowly returned her bent back and closed her eyes. She seemed to be looking somewhere, far away from her.

“Go and steal the heavenly destiny that Paul Calladorn deserves. With that… … “Fate will change.”

“… … .”

Archduke Alsove turned around and left the cathedral without answering.

Grumble, flash!

A thunderstorm crashes down.

Ugh… Hehehehe… … !

A woman’s cries seemed to be heard through them, but Archduke Alsov did not pay much attention to them.

‘It is said that if you interfere too much with the will of heaven, you will be forcibly descended from God and become possessed by a ghost… … .’

When I first met her, I thought she was a pure saint even though she was unfairly kicked out… … As she looked at her changed appearance, she thought it was really funny and clicked her tongue.

“It’s impossible to know what will happen in the world or in people’s affairs. Tsk tsk… … .”

* * *

It’s been three months since Harang started training with the Heavenly Sword. Starting with ‘Paper Cutting Without Hands’ on the first day, Duke Kal-El gave him a variety of trials.

After the paper, the ordeal of cutting down a log was given, and this was quite a difficult task for Harang.

It took a full month to cut down just one log!

Even he barely succeeded after forcibly raising the synchronization rate with God’s protection, spewing blood from his nose and straining his brain, so in fact, it could not be considered a complete success.

However, since the cutting was successful, Duke Kal-El went straight ahead. This time, he told us to cut the paper on the other side of the wall without touching it.

This was also a very difficult task. This is because not touching the wall simply meant that it was impossible to send energy.

To solve this, Harang took two months. Everyone else would say it was fast, but from Harang’s perspective, it felt like it took an extremely long time.

Next, he did not blindly impose trials, but gave sufficient teachings.

“My youngest grandchild. “You may have witnessed a special phenomenon appear when masters practice swordsmanship.”

When all swordsmanship reached a certain level, certain phenomena appeared.

Emblitz’s swordsmanship was like cherry blossoms fluttering, Kaladun’s swordsmanship was like a living, breathing beast, and Maykris’ swordsmanship was like a divinity in the shape of a human appearing and bestowing protection.

The higher the level, the clearer the phenomenon became and it reached a level where it was not just an image but affected reality. For example, the opponent who was hit by the expert’s blow that created the tiger phenomenon was really hit by the beast’s teeth. He suffered injuries as if he had been bitten and died instantly.

“The Heavenly Sword can be said to be the ultimate manifestation of such a phenomenon. Using the sword technique, you summon the image of a sword and cut down what you want to cut with just your mind. From now on, I will teach you how to do it.”

There are ‘laws’ in all swordsmanship.

It’s like a spell, the order in which you move your muscles, the speed and beat of breathing in and out, at what speed and at what point you will send energy to which part and at what time, and with what spirit and what you will shape and extend your sword.

Only by learning and memorizing each and every one of them will you be able to practice swordsmanship.

If there were no laws like that, wouldn’t people with sharp eyes like Harang just copy every sword technique they saw?

In fact, I had heard that such a copyist existed, but in any case, the laws of the Heavenly Sword were quite unfamiliar and difficult.

It was neither magic nor swordsmanship, and although it felt strangely familiar, it felt unfamiliar, so even after receiving the instruction, Harang could not help but make a puzzled expression.

“You may not understand. However, one lesson will be enough for you right now.”

“… … .”

I wanted to ask him to teach me more, but when he said that, I had no choice.

Harang decided to trust his memory.

“Then, I will give you the next test.”

Duke Kal-el said so and headed toward the wide open space. There was a scarecrow, with a rusty sword leaning next to it.

Wow!!

When Duke Kal-El lightly gestured, a rusty sword fell out of the scarecrow and floated into the air.

“That is the sword I used to create the Heavenly Sword a long time ago.”

The rusty sword was spinning around in the air, and Harang’s eyes widened as it seemed to have an ego.

“It’s as you expected. That sword is derived from me and has an ego. “I will take a defensive stance to protect myself from anything that attacks me, and I will cut down anyone I want to attack.”

“Isn’t it something like telekinesis or the Iggyeo sword?”

Perhaps because he was secretly anticipating that question, Duke Kal-El smiled cheerfully.

“Don’t even compare yourself to those idiots.”

Oh my goodness, how dare you dismiss the Igigeogeom, which is said to be enlightened only when you reach the 9-star level, as an ‘idiot’… … .

“My youngest grandchild. Your goal is simple. All you have to do is defeat that old, rusty sword and cut off the scarecrow’s head. This time, I allow the use of swords and swordsmanship. However, magic is not allowed. “You probably know that much.”

“yes. Even if you tell me to use it, I will never use it.”

“good night. “After you overcome the ordeal, tell my attendant to contact you with your true nature.”

“… … Are you dying?”

It was Duke Kal-El, who had taught Harang the Heavenly Sword and had never returned to his hometown. I was always watching him by his side, waiting for him to complete his ordeal.

Duke Kal-El smiled softly and said.

“My youngest grandchild. You may not be able to overcome this for several years, so how long will this throne have to wait for you? As the king who rules Caladern, I must take care of this land.”

“… … .”

Harang was able to notice right away.

That was a provocation.

He is trying to subtly cheer up Harang’s temper by saying that it won’t be easy this time, so it won’t matter if he goes back to his roots.

It was quite successful.

Because Harang’s competitive spirit burned so hotly that it could not be matched by anyone else in the world.

“… … “We will contact you as soon as possible.”

“Khaha! Yeah, good. “I hope that contact isn’t a declaration that I’m giving up.”

After saying that, Duke Kal-El easily leaped and left the place.

In fact, the reason he returned to his hometown was not to rule the country, as he told Harang.

‘majesty. Martial artists from all over the world are sending congratulatory messages to Master Harang. I would like to share my thoughts that it would be a good idea to meet them in person.’

It was to meet the people who came because of Harang.

It was a very happy day for Duke Kal-El, who had been in a bad mood in recent years due to the fact that few of the children of Caladern’s name received ‘promotion congratulations’ at an exceptional rate compared to other families.

Just a few years ago, Arihil and Garaen had made him happy by receiving the Ascension Blessing at a young age, but the prestigious title of ‘Kala’Dun who received the Ascension Blessing in his teens’ was a great achievement that no one in the world could dare compare to.

Usually, even when other children received congratulatory messages, they rarely made a move, but this time, Duke Kal-El also tried to come out and enjoy it.

Whether he knew it or not, Harang was staring at the rusty sword with his sword drawn, as if he was about to have a snowball fight.

‘No matter what happens, I will definitely do it!’

His pure white eyes were burning with hot passion.