Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 240 [Title: But looking at it, there's no Sword Master with a star or night name?] Content: Is Night of the Sword the only one among Sword Masters? -: Night of the Sword isn't a Sword Master -[Author]: ? He's not even a Sword Master but has a night name? -: If he were a Swordmaster, his name would include “Sword.” -: It is in there Night of the 'Sword' -: No X-sword -: X-sword? Don't tell me you called me slow-sword? -: Then is X-men Slow-men? -: Slow-mas lololololol -: SEslow lolololololol -: Is this conversation level for real? -: Please be understanding ㅠㅠㅠ These are people who've played this shitty game for a long time ㅠㅠ They've got a disease where their brains are filled with shit ㅠㅠㅠ -[Author]: No, damn it, you idiots Night of the Sword isn't even a Sword Master, so how does he have a night name? -: He's not a swordsman, he's just a sword itself Not meaning an awesome swordsman, but literally just a sword -[Author]: Ah, kind of like an Ego Sword feeling? -: No no, if Ego Sword feels like wearing equipment with lots of bonus options Night of the Sword is just a sword-shaped character. Actually, if you look at Magic Swords, they have levels like characters -: So if a level 70 person holds a level 70 Magic Sword, they become level 140? -: Amazing you learned arithmetic with that intelligence -: So equipping a Magic Sword is basically equipping a character? Are there any female Magic Swords? I'm currently not wearing any lower body equipment -: Why are you going around with that empty? -: Actually, I've emptied all my equipment slots -: Magic Sword VS Panty Club Which is more dangerous? -[Author]: Oh, it's real Damn, it has a level and it's higher than mine? Lololololololol This is hilarious lolol If the sword has a higher level than me, what happens? Instead of me equipping the sword, does the sword equip me? Lolol -: Yeah -[Author]: ? -[Author]: Ah *** Hero of Ideals Jane. Hero of Knowledge Felix. As masters of Sacred Swords who had firm faith in themselves and the path they walked, they had recently been keenly feeling their own inadequacy. "My goodness, Jane. Your Status has risen again in the meantime!? Incredible... Jane, you know it too!? Ever since you came to Bondaless, you've been growing at an unbelievable rate!" "...No, Elisia." "What?" "This is nothing..." "What are you talking about? At your age, you're already on the verge of reaching 7th Rank, and you say that's nothing?" "Sacred Sword... Elisia, it's only possible because you're here." "Anyway, you know!" "Right! So, I can't be satisfied with this! I need to become even more- even more...! What should I call this- Right! I need to become like that guy Risir!" "..." "Elisia! Don't you believe in me!?" "Of course, Jane. You're the only Hero of Ideals I acknowledge." "Then tell me! Can I really become like Risir!?" "..." "Elisia!?" It was a side effect of staying in Bondaless and watching one man for too long. Risir. To the two heroes, he was a fellow master of a Sacred Sword. It was inevitable that they would occasionally place themselves on the same level and compare themselves to him. To them, Risir was a close friend, and furthermore, a competitor and idol they somehow wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with. Thus, the two heroes, who had always been ahead of everyone else and served as role models for others, were now spending their days discovering a new role model and trying to catch up to him. "Felix. This won't do... With just our strength, it's impossible to catch up to that guy..." "Then what?" "Master. Let's ask Master for teachings once more...!" "But would Master be that different from us? Watching that guy's actions, I don't think she'd have thoughts much different from ours." "..." "..." Anyway, the two heroes had once again placed themselves under their Swordmaster teacher to seek her guidance. They found themselves growing alongside Iron Sword, who had regained her left hand through some circumstance and was recovering her past skills as a Swordmaster. The two heroes considered this expedition with their teacher to be part of such mutual growth. "No. As I've said repeatedly, the purpose of this expedition isn't training or anything like that. While all crises and dangers become blood and flesh as experience for us swordsmen, this case is different." "...Master?" "My request for you two to accompany me on this expedition wasn't as a teacher leading her disciples. As one swordsman, I requested help from two heroes." "What exactly is the goal of this expedition that-" And now, at this point, the two heroes came to realize the true nature of the worry and resolve their teacher had shown. -Kaak... Kaak... Kaak... It was ravenous breathing. An unseemly posture. From it, none of the dignity or propriety that a swordsman should possess could be felt. Nevertheless, the Swordmaster and heroes watching it could tell. The ravenous breathing and unseemly posture - it was the result of abandoning everything as a swordsman and pursuing only power. "It's a Beast of the Sword." "Beast of the Sword...?" "It's the end of one who was devoured by a Magic Sword." Iron Sword's stern expression revealed undisguisable contempt, along with fear toward the unknown enemy. When she first received the information, she thought it couldn't be true, but it was fact. The worst opponent Iron Sword had imagined was now before her eyes. "Swordsman. What is your name?" -Kaak... Kaak... Kaak... The beast drooled as it stared blankly at Iron Sword. The will residing in his eyes seemed to say that no such thing as a name existed for this foolish beast. -Ah, ah, ah!!! However, the faintly remaining will of the swordsman cried out with difficulty. -Asorn!!! Asorn!!!!! Please, please remember my name!!! The name of the Fire Sword!!! The beast spat saliva and tears as it screamed. The two heroes were shocked. That sword's name proved that this beast had once been a proud Swordmaster. "A Swordmaster... was devoured by a sword's will...?" The power that bewitched a swordsman who had reached the realm of Swordmaster. The power that dominated a swordsman who had reached the realm of Swordmaster. They were confused about which aspect they should be surprised by. -It's not an ordinary sword. Then, Pochena, the Sacred Sword of Knowledge, spoke. -Tarun, Night of the Sword. When that ancient most vicious one's body collapsed, he divided his will among three swords and sealed it. They're the abominations called the Three Great Magic Swords. That one seems to have been devoured by the Magic Sword bearing the name 'Beast' among them. "Can he be saved?" At Pochena's following answer, the expression of the Hero of Ideals, Jane, twisted. -No. It's already too late for him to regain himself. Far too late. Fire Sword Asorn. He was a Swordmaster who made a name for himself in ancient times when the Seven Most Vicious were active. "An ancient Swordmaster...? But how-..." -It's the power of the Magic Sword. Those dominated by Magic Swords come to crave only power. Forgetting not only their pride as swordsmen, but even their own death. Kaak. Kaak. Kaak. While speaking, the beast's breathing became even more ravenous. The already hunched posture tilted further, becoming completely that of a beast crawling on all fours. "It's coming." As Iron Sword spoke, the beast charged. In the beast's hand was a sword so dulled that it was no different from a club. *** The battle was over. The two heroes realized why a swordsman of their teacher's caliber had requested their help. If the two heroes hadn't been there, Iron Sword might have met her end. A swordsman who had lost his sword- No, by the beast. That day, the Swordmaster and heroes witnessed Night of the Sword. *** -Swordsman... stop this pathetic farce... I clearly heard your voice yearning for me... Night of the Sword: Beast. Blatant contempt was evident in the Magic Sword's voice calling the swordsman. Beasts who speak of pride and honor while packaging themselves, but ultimately pursue violence and become subordinate to violence. The Magic Sword knew very well how to handle such beasts. -Whatever power you may be pursuing... it is ultimately nothing but an illusion... "An illusion?" -Yes... an illusion... a fantasy created by the foolishness of considering oneself a noble being... Accept me... Follow me... Then you will be able to discover your true self... Yes, you will be able to awaken your true power... "..." Risir found the sword's talk tedious and pedantic. Most of all, if left alone, it felt like it would continue to drift away from the original topic. Risir spoke to correct the flow of conversation. "No. Never mind that. Just show me that Magic Swordsmanship thing." -Pathetic thing... begging for power like starving livestock... The Magic Sword looked down on the swordsman while also being satisfied. A swordsman hungry for power is foolish. However, that foolishness is the very essence of swordsmen and the quality the Magic Sword desires in them. -But... it's a perfectly fitting appearance for a beast... The Magic Sword gauged the swordsman's power. That still immature power fell far short of the Magic Sword's standards, having once made even Swordmasters its subordinates. It was enough to make one think - it wasn't for such a trivial thing that it had endured long years of patience in this terrible place! However, the Magic Sword thought. For now, let's be satisfied with this much. This swordsman somehow knew to come near the place where it was sealed and cried out for its power. That was proof he was that hungry for power, and that much easier to dominate compared to other swordsmen. Swordsmen who had reached that level all possessed strong egos, making them troublesome to dominate. What the Magic Sword needed now was 'recovery.' In that regard, that foolish swordsman could be called quite a suitable 'dwelling.' -Yes... beast... if you desire it so much, I shall show you... true power... the power you will ultimately come to desire... "Huh?" Risir looked around. The darkness that had filled the space was writhing. Like paint scattered on a canvas. The darkness moved and took shape, then color was overlaid on it. It was a field. A field devoured by desolate darkness. An elf stood there. "...!" Risir recognized the elf's face and was greatly surprised. An elf with flowing red hair. Star of the Garden, Lunadien stood there. "So you recognize that long-eared beast... Then... there's no need to bother explaining the status it holds..." Risir flinched and stepped back. A naked woman with black hair reaching her knees, draped around her body like a dress, was standing beside him. 'Is that the sword from just now?' That black hair absorbed moonlight and emanated an ominous dark color. Risir recognized that she was an incarnation of that sword from before. Yes, an incarnation. Unlike Ego Swords where the sword was the incarnation and the human form was the main body- She was mimicking a human as a sword. "Keep your gaze straight..." The woman waved her hand at Risir who was looking at her. Then, Risir's head was forcibly turned toward Lunadien again. "Power... wasn't that what you cried out for so desperately... Watch to your heart's content..." -Kaak... Kaak... Kaak... Suddenly heard ravenous breathing. When Risir followed that breathing with his gaze, there were swordsmen spitting tears and saliva while screaming. They charged at Lunadien in bizarre postures as if crawling on all fours. "...!" At the scene that followed, Risir couldn't help but let out a laugh. He was encountering the full power of the Green Magic Tower Master for the first time in an unexpected place. The grass in the field suddenly bloomed flowers and scattered their petals in all directions. The vast field was instantly covered with countless fluttering petals. They began to move according to Lunadien's gestures. Saaaaaaaa. The massive wave of petals created this way was like a tsunami. Risir shuddered as he watched that power that wouldn't fully fit in his vision even when he lifted his head with all his might. At the thought of that power coming toward him, his fighting spirit immediately broke. -Kaak... Kaak... Kaak... However, those swordsmen seemed different. Even though Lunadien had her back to the petal tsunami, they ran toward Lunadien without hesitation. Even when the tsunami struck and those countless petals tore their flesh to shreds- they didn't stop. Most of them were completely torn apart and swept away by the petal tsunami- But some of them broke through the petal tsunami and finally reached Lunadien. They charged at Lunadien in bizarre postures for swordsmen- like beasts pouncing- and swung their swords. Though it appeared to be a sloppy posture at first glance, the power contained within was quite different from what it looked like. Lunadien's petal barrier, formed of vast power, split under those swords. The swordsmen didn't care at all about the petals flying from all directions slashing their bodies and continued to chip away at Lunadien's barrier. "..." Just then, Lunadien's gaze turned toward the far side of the field. Whatever she saw- a clear look of distress appeared on that splendid elf's face. Soon, the petals swirled and covered Lunadien. When that petal whirlwind stopped, Lunadien was no longer standing there. "Look... at how that hero's mage disgracefully flees..." The black woman spoke thus about the series of events. Risir could vaguely tell that what he was seeing now wasn't just an illusion. This was memory. A recreation of memory. "Beast... you who will be wielded by me and become the leader of all beasts..." The woman approached Risir and spoke to him. "If you are wielded by me... you can feel all the power you witnessed with your own body..." The woman's dark eyes that seemed to absorb even darkness gazed at Risir. "You can place all other beasts who call themselves swordsmen... beneath your feet..." The greater a swordsman's interest in a Magic Sword's power, the stronger the Magic Sword's influence over the swordsman becomes. "Those beasts from just now will bow their heads to you..." The Magic Sword smiled with satisfaction, not doubting that the swordsman before it had already become its own. "..." After a moment, the swordsman moved his lips. Soon, he spoke. "This is Magic Swordsmanship...?" "Yes... that power you never stopped imagining..." "..." Risir's head slowly turned to stare at the woman. "But it's not?" The world lost its form again and returned to darkness. The black woman also lost her form and became nothing but an inanimate object. Night of the Sword. Magic Sword: Beast couldn't understand what had happened. Because it couldn't fathom why the swordsman before it had suddenly lost interest in 'Magic Swordsmanship.'