Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

We Need a Solution! (2)

Originally, Ryu Han-bin had the same skills as Leon Hart.

No, actually, Han-bin was a little lacking.

It was a close call, but he had definitely lost.

However, a big difference was made when he took the Sacred Heart of Darkness as his own.

“I’ve improved this much by getting only one sacred item. Won’t I be much stronger if I get all six of the sacred items?”

Instead of continuing, Han-bin tilted his head for a while.

“Oh, can one person get only one sacred item?”

Leon Hart said that taking the Sacred heart of Darkness would no longer affect him because the Goddesses had blessed him.

That was why he gave it to Han-bin.

Nevertheless, there seemed to be no problem.

“Then other people can get it, right? The sacred item of fire is given to Artis, and the sacred item of wind is given to Effir…”

Ryu Han-bin stopped talking abruptly.

‘Oh, that’s not possible because there are other Templar Lords.’

There was no way the Fire Templar Lord or the Wind Templar Lord would give Artis or Effir the sacred items.

“Anyway, if each Templar Lord takes the sacred items of the Goddesses they serve, it will greatly increase their power.”

Kibie and the six other Templar Lords only stared at Ryu Han-bin.

They looked as if Han-bin was ridiculous.

“Yes, by the way…”

“You’re not a Latnain, are you?”

“I forgot for a moment because you’re so Valtaric.”

“Well, if you’re not an Alien, you wouldn’t have known about this.”

Frustrated, Han-bin asked Kibie.

“What’s wrong with you? Is there only one sacred item?”

She sighed then gave a reply.

“Let me explain. I didn’t think I should explain it to you because it was too obvious.”

First of all, it was true that there were six sacred items.

Like Kybriel, the other Goddesses had scattered their sacred items across Latna.

But at that point, Han-bin and his party couldn’t take them.

“Since the divinity of darkness has been silenced, other Goddesses have lost their influence over the world. I can’t communicate with the other Goddesses. You already know that, right?”

“Yes.”

“That means I don’t know the exact location of the other sacred items except for the one I hid.”

Of course, if they searched through each Church’s old documents, they might be lucky to find the others’ locations.

However, there was no use in doing that.

“Because I can’t get permission from the Goddesses. I, the incarnation of Darkness, can’t permit anyone to use the sacred item of fire or water.”

And most of all, there was a fundamental reason why they didn’t pay any attention to the other Goddesses’ sacred items.

“There is only one sacred item per age. There can’t be two.”

Since the sacred item of darkness had been activated, the others had no choice but to remain silent.

“It might break the balance of the world.”

Ryu Han-bin argued as if he didn’t understand.

“You said the world was going to end anyway, right? Isn’t it better to break the balance than to break the world?”

“That’s your illusion, Han-bin.”

The Goddesses did not break the balance of the world.

“They couldn’t break it.”

Protecting the balance of the world was the duty and purpose of the six Goddesses’ existence.

That was a fundamental law.

That was why the remaining five Goddesses were doing their best to make up for the silent realm of darkness until they sealed themselves.

Not because they wanted to, but because they had to.

“Don’t ask me why. You know I don’t know, do you?”

“Oh, I know that.”

Meanwhile, Ryu Han-bin had been asking various questions to Kibie.

Devil Omphalos’s identity, the relationship with the six Goddesses, and the question of the world.

He wanted to satisfy his curiosity because he finally met a Goddess.

However, Kibie couldn’t answer anything properly.

She didn’t have the knowledge.

Knowledge not permitted for mortals to have was not permitted to be given to the incarnations either.

Even if Kybriel’s divinity was intact, the darkness’s incarnation couldn’t exist in Latna with such wisdom and knowledge.

“You can’t do it anyway, can you? Well, if I can think of it, others can think of it as well.”

Disappointed, Han-bin’s shoulders slumped.

Kibie patted him.

“No, but you did a good job suggesting your opinion.”

The ‘Fake Goddess’s Oracle Operation’ or the ‘Protection of the Temple and the Followers Shield Operation’ were derived from Ryu Han-bin’s inadvertent words.

“So I hope you will continue to express your opinion without hesitation. You might come up with a plausible strategy.”

Then Leon Hart intervened in the conversation with a serious tone.

“I think it can work. I just got a clue from the conversation.”

“Oh?”

Han-bin glistened with anticipation.

He thought it was over, but again, a great scheme had been discovered!

“No, your idea is definitely useless nonsense.”

“…”

“It’s about Lord Merdill.”

Merdill told Ryu Han-bin.

– It would be more realistic to expect to be luckily strong enough to win.

Merdill meant that a person couldn’t be strong overnight, but that could also be interpreted in reverse.

With luck, a person could be stronger when morning came!

Looking back at the other Templar Lords, Leon Hart continued.

“We can hardly expect such good luck.”

The six Templar Lords were all well-balanced, strong people that raised their skills evenly in all respects.

For those people to find new enlightenment, they had to train hard for long hours.

“But isn’t it different for you, Han-bin?”

Ryu Han-bin blinked.

“I’m the only one whose situation is different?”

Leon Hart suggested.

“Would you like to spar with me for a moment? There’s something I want to check.”

* * *

The secret hideout where Holy Punisher was currently hiding was the Devorn family’s villa, an aristocratic family of the Fairy Kingdom.

As it was a family villa, the mansion was large, and there was enough open space for sparring in the backyard.

In the center of the vacant lot, Leon Hart, armed with the coat of Uroboros and Ryu Han-bin with Gigant, stood facing each other.

Han-bin, holding his sword, wondered.

‘What are you going to check?’

Even at that moment, he fought with Leon Hart day and night.

No, he had sweated so much yesterday.

Even during his absence as a Holy Punisher, he had to train consistently.

Han-bin couldn’t just set up a macro like other Aliens and live freely.

Whenever he had time, he often sparred with Leon Hart and other Templar Lords to build up his skills.

Of course, he would overwhelm them in a real fight, but he had a lot to learn from their martial arts and tactical strategies.

helped him improve swordsmanship.

As such, Leon Hart had already fought with Ryu Han-bin several times.

‘And now?’

Taking a posture, Leon Hart pulled Prana up.

The invisible air swirled violently throughout his body.

“Let’s start with a basic attack. I don’t want to risk hurting each other.”

“I got it.”

Ryu Han-bin also pulled out Aura.

The red glow began to coat his thick muscular body.

The current between the two circled roughly.

And the moment it peaked-

“Haaaaaaaa!”

Both attacked each other simultaneously.

The sword and the fist passed by each other.

Prana and Aura tangled and exploded.

Leon Hart, who had been fighting for a long time, stopped attacking and stepped back.

“I see. I was missing this. I’ve been missing this.”

Instead of chasing him, Han-bin asked.

“What are you missing?”

Leon Hart did not answer.

Instead, he made more demands.

“Hey, Han-bin. Do you have the basic attacks you’re confident about? It doesn’t even look like the basic attacks anymore.”

“Huh, Stab, Horizontal Cut, Vertical Cut, Cross Cut?”

With a nod, Leon Hart gestured.

“Try it.”

Ryu Han-bin frowned.

His control over his ability had increased a lot since before, but those skills were still too destructive.

“Will it be okay? It’ll be dangerous.”

Leon Hart didn’t mean to wage a bloody war against each other.

“So use basic swordsmanship. Don’t use anything else.”

If he knew what skills would be used in advance, he could fully respond.

Leon Hart could heal himself just in case.

Ryu Han-bin would immediately collect any residual Aura as well.

“Alright.”

Han-bin didn’t know why, but Leon Hart had never fed him a lie.

So he trusted and followed Leon Hart!

Ryu Han-bin stretched his sword out as much as possible, pulling out more Aura from his body.

– Crosscut!

The red flash mercilessly separated the world.

At the same time, a terrible storm broke out.

– Vertical cut!

The earth was turned upside down, and the sky fluctuated.

The Templar Lords who were watching were also frightened and avoided the powerful attack.

-Stab!

Boom!

Leon Hart managed to escape the offensive between the explosion easily.

As he said, knowing the attack in advance was enough for him to avoid it.

He screamed as if he were excited.

“Now activate your fighting spirit!”

Han-bin was also pumped with adrenaline.

He immediately conjured Aura and concentrated it to one spot.

“Taaaaaaaaaa!”

It became larger and larger.

Boom!

It collapsed onto itself and converged endlessly to one point, becoming a huge explosion of destruction!

Boom!

-Valtara’s Fighting Spirit!

“Ugh! Damn it! It hurts a lot!”

Ryu Han-bin clenched his teeth and charged forward.

The fighting-spirit-imbued, dark-red body moved in a flash and attacked the opponent.

Leon Hart turned pale.

“Argh! I can’t deal with it even though I knew ahead of time.”

Leon Hart didn’t dare fight back. Instead, he kept backing away.

When there was nowhere else to go, Leon Hart pointed to the air.

“And in the air, give your best shot!”

“Okay!”

Han-bin converted the power of the Valtara’s Fighting Spirit to the sword as much as possible.

He displayed soulful swordsmanship.

Crosscut, vertical cut, stab.

He activated them all at once and converged to create ultimate destruction!

Boom!

The sky cracked and roared.

A whirlpool swirled over the entire vacant lot.

Stones, rocks, and trees rose into the air and shattered.

It was a triple-cross attack dished out through the Valtara’s Fighting Spirit.

“I see. It’s clear now.”

Leon Hart nodded slowly.

And he looked back at Ryu Han-bin and smiled bitterly.

“Oh, my God, I should be grateful for the broken Guideline.”

“What do you mean?”

Of course, he was still grateful.

If the Guideline were fine, Ryu Han-bin would’ve become a mass murderer like the other Aliens.

But Leon Hart wasn’t speaking about that nuance.

“It wouldn’t be possible if you focused on level and experience points like other Aliens, but…”

He spoke firmly as if he were truly pleased.

“You can be stronger right now, Han-bin.”