I Will Be the Only One Who Heals at the Prison Academy - Chapter 433



433 – Rich Man #2

433 – Father and son # 2

Swinging a sword with all your might require more stamina than expected.

Especially if the person holding a weapon in front of you is aiming for the back of your neck.

I’m getting short of breath.

My hands and feet feel like they are gradually losing sensation.

All the muscles in my body are tense and my joints creak, from my fingers to my shoulders.

But I couldn’t stop swinging.

No matter how painful it is to swing a sword, it is better than being killed by an opponent’s sword.

They say that you have to be alive to be meaningful.

The result of swinging the sword thinking only about survival.

“Eight meals.”

Clink-!!!

“Arondite” Shattered with the sound of glass shattering.

A sword with indestructible properties ran out of durability and ended up being shattered.

“It’s a miracle rather than a technology.”

The effects of Diet 8, which I personally experienced, were amazing.

As I just said, it’s closer to a miracle than a technique using a sword, and if you look at its origin, it seems closer to prayer or prayer, but in the current situation, it’s probably good.

I slowly lifted my gaze upward from the shattered piece of Arondite.

Gaiters lined with rusty iron.

Dull and worn leather pants and leather top.

A breastplate made with the hard shell of a monster.

A shabby face appears, like a person who has been a beggar for a long time on the battlefield.

That figure was very similar to me.

“Are you Avon?”

Although it felt a little late to ask questions now.

I asked with some confidence.

There was one reason why I became confident.

“There are only three people in the world who know the existence of Type 8 Arclight.”

Equation 8.

It was the first and last technique that Cain demonstrated at the Hill of Swords and Stars, on the day he became known as the Sword Saint.

As far as I know, only three people know about that technology.

One of them is Cain Arclight, the person who casted the skill.

One of them was Avon, the opponent who was hit by that technique.

And the only one left was a young kid who was watching the scene hidden behind a rock.

Therefore.

This man was probably Avon, the man called my father.

It was a little awkward because it was very different from what I remembered.

When a person undergoes hardships, he or she naturally becomes very old.

A military sergeant who looked to be over 50 turns out to be the same age as a famous movie star? Because this happens all the time in the world.

It may be things like UV rays that are not completely blocked or the hardships of labor that make people age prematurely.

Of course, there was no such thing as ultraviolet rays in Tartarus.

Since it is a place infested with all kinds of irrational monsters, in some ways it was a better place to grow older than outdoors, full of ultraviolet rays.

“…”

Avon did not answer my question.

I just tilt my head with a very subtle feeling.

It feels like asking, “Are you not planning on fighting anymore?”

I don’t know if it was because I didn’t draw my sword or if there was some other reason, but Avon, the swordsman called Disaster, also put his old sword in its sheath.

Do you not show hostility to those who do not hold a weapon?

According to Gargar, disaster is like a natural disaster that kills anyone it encounters. It’s different from what I heard.

Well, the only beings that roam this 36th floor are probably hostile ones like Dagon, Asmodeus, and Belial.

If you cut down those guys indiscriminately, you will become fearful.

In the first place, no one would have the courage to stand in front of this man without a weapon.

I asked again.

“Why are you here? According to Luke, I heard he is living in seclusion in Clarice Village.”

“Roo… Nice. Clara… Reese.”

“Okay. Do you remember Luke Mercyless? A hillbilly from Clarice Village. Luke Mercyless. I heard he was your disciple.”

The man who had not reacted to numerous swords and fuss until now responded to Clarisse Village and Luke’s name his. At first glance, it seems that something that can be called ‘memory’ is not normal.

Zek-.

At that time, the man took a step.

It was as if he had no interest in fighting me with the sword in his hand.

I felt like the game I had been enjoying to my heart’s content was no longer fun, so I turned my back and went somewhere else.

“…”

It was when I was looking at that scene with a slightly distant feeling.

Nike came next to me and said.

“I don’t think he remembers Victor. I don’t think I recognized him either. There seems to be something going on. Wouldn’t it be better to follow along first? I have to find out what my father’s weakness is…”

Nike’s opinion was right.

In the first place, I had to find out the dice god’s weakness from that man.

… No, to tell the truth, I feel like I’ve already figured out the weakness.

* * *

The 36th floor I walked behind the man was different from the other floors except Pandemonium on the 40th floor.

What if the other floors were places where you had to prepare to fight monsters without a place to rest?

There wasn’t a single common monster to be seen here.

You can’t even see Dagon’s scales.

Even Asmodeus, who was grinding his teeth at us, couldn’t even see the tips of his wings on the 36th floor.

It’s probably because no one approaches.

This 36th floor looks like it could be called a hideout or hideout for the man walking in front of you.

Zek-.

As I looked around the hill, I saw a landscape full of life.

Something like a clothesline to dry the rat’s carapace.

Something like a drying rack where meat of unknown animal origin is dried like jerky.

A lamp that appears to be made from monster oil.

Even the bed was roughly made with leather on top of broken stones.

“Is it a house?”

I briefly evaluated it.

This 36th floor seems like Avon’s house.

It’s also quite old.

“Victor, look at this. Mushrooms are growing! Wow, mushrooms grow in places like this too. This is called a Berserk Mushroom. “It tastes good, but I feel crazy when I eat it.”

It was a mushroom with yellow polka dots drawn on a red background.

At first glance, it looks like a poisonous mushroom that should not be eaten.

Things like that grow wildly in men’s shelters.

“It’s as big as Arnoy’s head, right? For Berserk mushrooms to grow to this level, it would have to take at least 200 years. Berserk mushrooms grown for 10 years cost approximately 1 million ren…”

Nike must have smelled the money and smiled.

Enio heard the story and asked.

“So, this means that this shelter is at least 200 years old. Nike: According to what you said, that man has lived in this shelter for over 200 years?”

“… Well, I don’t even know about that. “Maybe Victor’s father settled in the shelter that was originally built.”

Whisk.

While we were talking, Avon sat down on the bed, which was haphazardly covered with animal skins. Then he took out his sword and slashed the floor.

Then, sparks flew out and the pile of garbage, which was probably the fragments of some kind of animal or monster, caught fire.

Is this a bonfire only for the 36th floor?

Drurrrr

Avon, a man who begins to sharpen his sword using something like a charcoal stone.

The atmosphere is difficult to talk to.

Of course, I didn’t care about that atmosphere.

“Are you my father?”

“…”

“I am Victor.”

It was when I revealed my name.

The man opened his lips, dry and cracked like a river revealed by a drought.

“I don’t have a son named Victor.”

I guess so.

It’s like that again.

At that time, Nike came close to the bonfire.

Nike shakes off the cold, as if thawing his frozen body in this cool underground, and speaks with his eyes shining.

“Mister! I’m Nike! Nike Wild Rose! “Do you remember my name?”

“…”

The man’s eyes slightly raise.

The man who was looking at Nike’s face soon became busy sharpening his sword as if he had lost interest.

Nike becomes droopy at the sight.

“Ugh, once you see my pink hair, you can’t forget it. For some reason, it seems humiliating… !”

That’s possible.

It seemed that Avon’s condition could hardly be considered ‘normal’.

If you live in Tartarus, where it is difficult to find anything to eat, a place to sleep, or even water to drink, you will not be able to remember or keep your mind straight.

Swoosh, bub, munch-.

Look. Berserk mushrooms, which are said to turn bad if you eat even a little, are being picked up and eaten as if they were a snack. This is bound to make my head feel weird.

Why on earth is this man here?

I was very curious, but it didn’t look like he would give me an easy answer.

I look away, feeling slightly tired as the situation seems to last longer than expected.

My eyes caught the image of Victorica looking up at something.

“What are you doing?”

When I ask, Victorica points with her finger to something, “Over there.”

What was painted there was a mural.

A mural of a man wearing golden armor.

Next to him is a female wizard holding a staff and a man holding a cross-shaped relic. And there was a drawing of a woman with a crow sitting on her shoulder.

“That man in golden armor is Gilgamesh. The female wizard is his court wizard Zoroaster. The man holding the holy relic is Patros, the first Pope. The woman with the hoodie up─.”

“It must be Medea.

Enio received Victorica’s explanation.

Victorica glanced at Enio, perhaps upset that she had been robbed of her chance to pretend she knew. Enio continued as if he didn’t care.

“They are all big enough to be recorded in history, right? “I think the old king’s party once gathered people like us and entered Tartarus.”

It was my first time hearing this story.

It must be a story that has been erased from earthly history.

The mural roughly depicted how Gilgamesh’s party ventured through Tartarus, what monsters they fought, and what people they met.

“Victor, that is.”

Enio points to something.

There, there is a depiction of the old king Gilgamesh handing a sword to a child of Tartarus.

“It looks like the “Divine Sword – Marduk” That is said to have been used by the old king Gilgamesh. I heard that its value alone is enough to buy a small city. I heard it was a sword given by the gods.”

Divine Sword Marduk.

This is my first time hearing this.

However, the pentagram embedded in the pommel of the sword was quite familiar.

That’s right, the sword that Avon is currently sharpening on a charcoal stone is exactly like that.

Simple coincidence?

No, there are no coincidences in this world.

There is only fateful necessity.

“Are you the kid in the mural here who was given a sword by Gilgamesh?”

“…”

Avon did not answer.

But, I finally felt like I knew something.

Avon’s hometown her was Tartarus from the beginning.

It was for this reason that his past and birth were not written down anywhere on earth.

Because he was not born on earth.

“Victor, where are you going?”

I decided to move for a moment.

“I need to listen to the story for a moment.”