The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - Chapter 87



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Borderline between the Strike tribe and the city of Havel.

A dark-haired man was sitting in the bushes.

With dark skin and a spear in his hand.

A man who looked like a savage sniffed his nose.

A member of Memento Mori.

The man’s name was Barutu.

“Lady, I’m bored. Hey, Merimori, how long do we have to stay like this?”

He suddenly looked to his side.

There was a girl in a gothic dress.

She wore a red dress with black lace and was holding a doll.

The doll looked bizarre at a glance.

It had no hair and its mouth was sewn shut.

Also a member of Memento Mori.

A girl named Merimori.

She stared at Barutu.

Then, instead of answering, the doll moved.

[I don’t know.]

The sign the doll lifted had words written on it.

Barutu snorted after staring at the answer.

“I feel so fucking pumped.”

[ We were in a tense atmosphere, worried about the floor changing. ]

“Who wouldn’t be?”

A few weeks ago, Baratuga recalled the members of Memento Mori who had gone up ahead of them.

“Baratuga, ask Marymolly to wait with you so the lower floors don’t change.”

This was the current expedition leader of Memento Mori.

It was Lidark’s instruction.

Memento Mori also knew that the 7th Order was changing every second.

That’s why they had intentionally placed people on the lower floors.

“Pooh-huh, it’s a good thing the savages didn’t come up with us, it would’ve been chaotic.”

He recalled the words of the witch who had come up with them.

Baratuga frowned.

If he ever met her again, he would break her haughty nose.

“So when is this Havel guy going to show up?”

Havel, who belongs to Banphelion.

The man who cleared the 6th Order, which had been occupied by the Five Great Clans.

Because of him, the Five Great Clans started climbing the Tower again.

And Memento Mori had to follow suit.

Memento Mori did not want the Tower to be occupied by the Five Great Clans.

There is a thing called the balance of power in the world.

The moment that balance of power leans too much to one side.

The world will inevitably go to war.

And both Memento Mori and the Five Great Clans are well aware of the reality.

The moment the two groups clash, this world will be over.

That balance had been maintained so well until now.

But then this guy named Havel suddenly showed up and ruined everything.

“In my opinion, the Five Great Clans have been eyeing it for a long time. Those damn bastards.”

You can tell just by the fact that they climbed the Tower as soon as the new era began.

The Five Great Clans had also been preparing all along.

For the day when an opportunity would arise for them to climb the Tower.

[ Memento Mori is the same. ]

“We’re just being prepared for the Five Great Clans.”

Baratuga snorted at marymolly’s words.

He had a tendency to interpret things to his own convenience.

Well, it was natural for him.

Because his world had always been the back alleys.

In the back alleys, you can’t survive without interpreting things to your own convenience.

That’s why he cursed those who criticized him even more.

Mary Molly must have known this, because she didn’t say anything more.

“Haah, damn, I’m bored.”

At the end, he lay down on the floor and relished the taste.

Then a sword caught his eye.

It was the Sword of Stars that he had stolen from the mansion of the Crow Lord a week ago.

The reason why he had stolen the Sword of Stars was simple.

According to the instructions above, the Sword of Stars is the key to changing the floor.

This is not good news for Memento Mori, who is in the middle of conquering the upper floors.

If the floor changes, the strategy for conquering it will also change.

That’s why he stole the sword with Mary Moli.

“Hey, Mary Moli, do you think I can handle that sword?”

That’s why he was interested.

Memento Mori, they use a special weapon called Armed Calamity.

Humans have a natural amount of calamity.

That’s why when they reach their limit, they can’t hold any more calamity.

However, the leader of Memento Mori, the Armed King, was different.

He could store the calamity of his opponent in his weapon.

In other words, as long as the specially crafted weapon can withstand it.

It was like saying that there was no limit to the calamity.

That’s why Memento Mori occupied the Back World.

And they were able to create a conflict with the Five Great Families.

Although, their size is small compared to the Five Great Families.

That’s because the amount of calamity that each of their members possesses is enormous.

However, they also have a clear weakness.

That is, they cannot use calamity without the permission of the Armed King.

In other words, the key to power is in the hands of the Armed King.

There were quite a few people who were secretly dissatisfied with this situation.

It’s frustrating not to be able to use your own power freely.

And Baratuga was the same.

It’s good to be strong, but it’s a different thing not to be able to use your strength as you please.

Then, the Sword of Stars caught his eye.

The Sword of Stars is a sword that can hold calamity.

It was a sword made by the Tower itself.

Of course, he couldn’t help but be interested.

“If I use this, I won’t have to be tied down by the Armed King, right?”

Baratuga lifted the Sword of Stars with a swoosh.

Mary Moli shook her head as he let out a sly laugh.

[That’s not a good idea. You’ll be chased by other Memento Mori.]

Even at those words, Baratuga reacted differently.

“What if I just kill all of them?”

Mary Moli’s eyes began to change slightly.

A warning crept into her eyes.

Barutoga read the warning and let out a chuckle.

“Don’t worry. Would I ever do that?”

He waved his hand dismissively, sending the Astral Blade flying.

I’m not interested in butting heads with Memento Mori, anyway.

I’m just curious about this so-called new power.

Flinch!

That was when it happened.

His body moved as if on reflex.

“Merry morry.”

Barutoga called out to her, and Merrymorry responded in kind.

[Intruders.]

She had countless dolls scattered throughout this forest.

Those dolls were her eyes.

“How many?”

Merrymorry had a superior perception ability.

Barutoga rested his spear on his shoulder, his interest piqued.

[Three.]

Three were detected.

[Two bears ill intent.]

Two of them were threats.

Barutoga’s lips curled into a grin.

“Oh, and how strong are they?”

[Considerable.]

“I guess I’ll stretch a bit, then.”

He reached for his waist.

Clank. A spear shot out.

His intent was poured out of the spear and absorbed into his body.

Merrymorry did the same.

My intention flowed out of the doll she was holding.

“Remnants of the Five Great Clans, or perhaps enemies we’ve yet to meet.”

His spear twirled once.

“I hope they’re interesting enough to satisfy my curiosity.”

His pitch-black eyes gleamed omnipotently.

* * *

The border forest between the Slike Tribe and the city of Habern.

Two figures run through the trees, their colors a mix of black and white.

One was a sorceress with flowing blonde hair.

The other, a man with striking tattoos.

Head of the Selentia Magic Corps, Elasia Selentia.

The child of Freya, Pyrod Freya.

There were two people.

“Hey, sorceress girl, Havel, can you feel the presence of that human?”

“Sorceress girl, huh? I have a name, you know. It’s Elasia.”

The two were crossing the forest, bickering with each other.

The two of them had been on bad terms since they first met, and they were always getting on each other’s nerves.

The reason why these two were together in the forest was simple.

“You two, stick together.”

It was because of Havel’s order.

Havel had recently awakened the evil in these two people.

So Havel was curious about how strong the two of them were.

Exactly how strong were these two, whose evil he had awakened?

“Ugh, I still feel weird. I feel something unpleasant from every single tree.”

Faiod still had a disgusted look on his face, as if he hadn’t adapted yet.

The tower was made entirely of evil.

Perhaps that was why Faiod couldn’t adapt to the feeling.

“I’ve actually become more comfortable.”

However, Elasia was quite relaxed, unlike him.

On the contrary, she felt calmer after sensing the evil.

That was because she finally felt like the fog that had been clouding her mind had lifted.

“Then your insides must be completely rotten.”

“Ha, then you must just be a nasty human to feel that way.”

“Damn it, are you done talking?”

When he frowned, Elasia snorted.

“You were acting all meek in front of Lord Havel, but now you’re showing your true colors?”

“I’ve never hidden my true colors.”

“What do you mean? You were wagging your tail like a dog in front of Lord Havel.”

“What? You’re the one who’s always yapping away! Even a leech wouldn’t stick to you as much as I do!”

“Of course I stick to him. If I want to follow the changes in the world, I have to stay by Lord Havel’s side!”

The two inspired at each other and then turned their heads away.

They were both very different types of people.

That’s when it happened.

The arms of the two people who had turned their heads stretched out to both sides at the same time.

Thud!

The two outstretched hands clasped around each other’s napes.

Before either of them could react, they pulled each other’s heads down.

Whoosh! Crash!

A black spear and sickle flew over their heads.

If either of them had reacted even a little slower, their heads would have been blown off.

The two of them rolled on the ground and then stood up at the same time.

Then they turned their heads and saw a man with a spear on his shoulder.

With a somewhat monkey-like appearance and a suspicious black staff.

An unpleasant vibe was dripping down even at first glance.

He let out a snickering laugh as he looked at the two.

“Wow, you two are in sync?”

It was Barutag.

“Why are you grabbing someone’s head without permission!”

“Hush, it’s my turn to talk!”

But the two had no time to pay attention to him.

First, they had to figure out who grabbed whose head and stabbed it.

Barutag, who was blinking at the two, let out a hollow voice.

“There are all sorts of combinations. You do that in front of me.”

He raised his staff toward the sky.

Then, his black staff began to swell rapidly.

Elasia and Pyode, who seemed like they were about to tear each other’s heads off, also stopped.

Because his staff was growing endlessly.

“Are you falling behind?”

A giant pillar that reached the top of the sky descended toward the two.

KWA-aa-ANG!

Smoke billowed up with the roar that echoed through the forest.

And Barutag, who was staring blankly at the smoke, twitched his eyebrows.

Right under the pillar.

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Pyode was there, holding the pillar roughly with both hands.

His muscles were swollen and rough.

Plus, unlike usual, jet-black smoke was oozing out from between the gaps in his skin.

“Caught it?”

“I’ll do more than just catch it.”

At that moment, Pyode’s two arms moved.

THUD!

With a resounding noise, the black pillar shot up.

When Barutag’s eyes widened, Pyode leaped toward him.

Out of nowhere, the dagger and the falchion held in both hands attacked at the same time.

CHA-EEE-ENG!

However, the sickle that flew out before that blocked his path.

When Pyode turned his head, there was a doll much smaller than the sickle.

The sickle didn’t stop there.

The sickle that had collided with Pyode split apart with a clank and tried to swallow him whole.

PING!

At that moment, a beam of light flew and pierced the doll.

Then, the sickle collapsed forcelessly, and Pyode escaped from that spot.

“Don’t just charge in recklessly.”

Behind him stood Elysia.

The halos behind her back were shining ominously.

“If you lose, you know Sir Habell will scold you, right?”

“I know.”

Pyord bit his lips and gripped his sword tightly.

“If you don’t want to die for real, you have to win.”

“I agree.”

The two of them declared for the first time that they would match their breathing.