Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 242 'This actually works.' Risir was experiencing a bizarre sensation that was difficult to describe in words. Nevertheless, if he were to forcibly define that sensation— Pleasure without responsibility. No. Magic Swordsmanship without responsibility. That's what it felt like. Magic Swordsmanship, which could be called a power that completely denies logic, comes with enormous side effects when wielded. Starting immediately with overload, and extending to the rapid consumption of physical strength and mental power. No matter how much Risir had trained and adapted through repeated practice, he could not be completely free from those side effects. Right now, if the time invested in daily training was two hours- Among that, the time that could be invested in Magic Swordsmanship was less than five minutes. Just crossing the 'line' a little would accumulate enough damage and fatigue to interfere with daily life. In that regard, Risir's current state granted him considerable feelings of transgression. On top of that, a sense of liberation that could be called omnipotence! 'I'm this energetic?' The 'line' had long been crossed. He was applying 'Magic Swordsmanship' at an intensity unimaginable during normal practice. Yet his body was in this condition. This relaxed. It felt like he could deploy Magic Swordsmanship several more times. Risir was certain. 'The Magic Sword... is sharing the burden I should completely bear alone—' Confusion came first. 'How is something like this possible?' This wasn't some external shock. It wasn't the kind of damage that could be blocked or mitigated with armor or shields. It was a side effect from overworking one's strength. In other words, a natural bodily reaction! The only ways to deal with it were to increase the threshold for side effects through training, or to recover from the damage through post-treatment. In fact, most of Risir's efforts to increase his Magic Swordsmanship capabilities had been limited to such areas. Training while overworking his body. Resting well after training. —I'm about to experience overload, is there a way to experience overload more wisely? Asking such questions to those around him would only result in awkward stares. But to directly reduce the burden of overload like this? It was something he hadn't even dared to imagine. (E/N: I'm more confused about why you don't put more research into the sacred sword, considering it let you do a similar effect but with none of the side effect) 'Perhaps... this is natural? So this is common in the Magic Sword industry.' Risir recalled his situation once again. 'I am now... in a state where I've given myself to the Magic Sword... so to speak, the Magic Sword's magic sword...' Then, Risir traced back the memories the Magic Sword had shown him. The swordsmen who had been dominated by Magic Swords and fallen to mere beasts. They used the Magic Sword's power, and in return walked the path of destruction. But what about the Magic Sword? That dark sword was perfectly preserved without even the smallest scratch. As Dangaleon had said- The Magic Sword is a tool that does not consume itself. Those who wield the Magic Sword will instead be controlled by it— What the Magic Sword consumes is ultimately the user's power and existence. In other words— 'In this state, I can use Magic Swordsmanship without any cost? While consuming the 'user's' power?' Risir wore a meaningful smile. He immediately began to retract his previous judgments. This Magic Sword provides no help to my Magic Swordsmanship? 'No.' Therefore, this Magic Sword is a useless monstrosity? 'No!?' At this very moment! Risir felt the thread of fate connecting his Magic Swordsmanship and the Magic Sword. 'That's right. The names aren't similar for no reason.' We might make a good match. —Kaak...!!! Kaak...!!! Kiaaahaaaaak!!! The Magic Swordsman roared. He expressed his overflowing ecstasy. A Sand Storm swirled around the Magic Swordsman. The rising Black Flames spiraled with the convection. The Magic Swordsman ran frantically within that whirlwind of flames. It was the result of the ultimate secret called 'Magic Swordsmanship' being deployed without a target. "What, what is that...?" "Is he... excited?" Broken Glass's party, watching the scene from a distance, muttered in dismay. —Beast... stop this immediately...!!! If you challenge me any further... I will thoroughly trample your worthless existence...!!! Then, the Magic Sword's voice echoed from within the helmet. Risir once again realized his position as a 'sword.' He was currently held in someone's hand, and that hand was violently exerting force to compel his actions. However, that force was woefully insufficient to compel his actions. Far from compelling, it was even inadequate to prevent his actions. Risir realized anew. The feelings of a Magic Sword that destroys people's fates with cursed power! He wondered if it was okay to feel such things, but having become the party involved, he could understand clearly. 'Stop? Why should I stop?' Despite being in the position of holding a tool, he's dominated by that tool's power and can't do anything. Yet he still believes he's in a superior position. From the tool's perspective, that appearance was truly pathetic and laughable. When even polite requests would be insufficient, you give orders? You act like the master? Fine. Let's see how far this goes. Normally, Risir had strictly set limits when using Magic Swordsmanship to avoid driving himself to self-destruction, and thoroughly adhered to them. It was a kind of safety device that limited the output of Magic Swordsmanship. Now, Risir had destroyed that safety device. 'Family Head, I finally understand. This is pleasure without responsibility...!' Because the opportunity to confirm the limits of Magic Swordsmanship without any responsibility was right before his eyes! "Everyone stand back!" Karoer, who sensed that strange yet mighty flow of Magical Power, shouted. Broken Glass Shuon's party was no ordinary group either, having already stepped back before Karoer spoke. "What on earth is that..." Everyone present looked bewildered at the scene unfolding before their eyes. Whiiiiiiing!!! The Sandstorm became fierce enough to block the sun. The Black Flames that rose along with the sandstorm became a Pillar of Fire reaching the sky. Sorcerous Power in the form of a Swarm of Insects wandered around the pillar of fire. That chaotic and turbulent Vortex of Power showed off its might for a while, then finally began to condense toward a single point. -Kaak...! Kaak...!!! Kaak!!! The Magic Swordsman in dark armor raised his sword. The Vortex of Power was converging toward none other than that sword. The Magic Swordsman's hand gripping the sword. According to its subtle trembling, the Vortex of Power fluctuated. Now, what the Magic Swordsman held in his hand was both sword and Magic. "Magic Sword... Magic Swordsmanship..." Someone muttered. Whether that awe was directed toward Magic Swordsmanship— Or toward 'Magic Swordsmanship.' For now, no one could know. "Everyone, please calm down...!" While everyone was overwhelmed by the scene, Broken Glass Shuon shouted. "The nature of that power is certainly incomprehensible... but if we consider only the magnitude of that power—" Broken Glass's narrow eyes were half-opened at an angle. Her insight, praised as prophetic in some circles, shone even at this moment. She was not overwhelmed by the dazzling majesty created by 'Magic Swordsmanship,' and saw through to the magnitude of Magical Power that composed that force. Present here were an Archmage from Shuon's party, a Swordmaster, and a Hero. Plus the guardian Karoer. Shuon's conclusion was that if they all joined forces, they could certainly restrain the Magic Swordsman. If considering only the magnitude of that power. (E/N: There is a Hero? Or maybe not. Problem in this novel is they randomly call people hero even when they are not as a generic term to say 'very awesome person') "..." However, Shuon's words could not easily continue. Magic. Swordsmanship. Sorcery. Black Magic. That is, power. Anyone who understood power could not help but be bewildered by that chaotic Vortex of Power. Magic Swordsmen had escaped from the rules of power that governed them all. An Existence That Defies Rules completely. That is, an incomprehensible existence. Swordmaster, Archmage, Hero- No matter how deep their experience, they had no confidence in predicting and responding to the Magic Swordsman's next actions. "That's the Night of the Sword..." Someone muttered vacantly. Thus- They believed without doubt that the incomprehensible phenomenon before their eyes was the work of 'Night.' "Guardian!!! Is this really okay!?" The red-haired Archmage shouted toward Karoer. The reason they could maintain minimal composure now was entirely due to that Magic Swordsman's state. He was simply running wild without targeting any specific opponent or enemy. It seemed like he was recklessly wasting that power— "The reality couldn't be such a pleasant reason..." "Surely, there must be some reason for that rampage." "Perhaps— that man might be resisting the Magic Sword's power." Someone's opinion caused considerable unrest among them. That opinion not only had significant persuasive power but also implied an astonishing fact. "He's resisting that ridiculous power...? What kind of mental strength is that?" They had no choice but to believe that the incomprehensible Vortex of Power was the Magic Sword's Divine Authority. For them, the sight of a man resisting a Magic Sword evoked tremendous awe. They each began to imagine the figure trapped in the dark armor. Someone imagined an elderly Archmage- Someone imagined a great warrior of reversals- And someone else imagined a high Priest with indomitable Will. -Ah, ahhhhh— ahhhhhhh...!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! Their highly tense gazes focused on one spot. Finally, that Vortex of Power subsided. The Magic Swordsman began screaming while kneeling on the ground. —No, no more...!!! A precarious voice was uttered. They did not know that it was the death throes of a Magic Sword that had reached its limit. The Magic Sword that had suffered extreme pain and fatigue as the price for carelessly wielding the incomprehensible power called Magic Swordsmanship. Having finally collapsed, it lost itself and released consciousness. Thud. The dark sword falling to the ground. The dark armor followed it powerlessly. There was no longer a Magic Swordsman there. "Elf...? No, human...!?" "Good heavens, it was such a youngster?" A young man who defied everyone's expectations revealed himself before them. "Risir! Are you alright!" While everyone was dazed, Karoer urgently approached him. "I'm fine." Cough! He coughed while covering his mouth. Ugh. His removed hand was covered with a handful of blood. "...!" Risir showed shock at seeing his blood-soaked hand. "Good heavens, you don't look fine at all!?" Shuon's party belatedly came to their senses and approached him. "This, this is impossible..." The man muttering in bewilderment. "What, what's happening! Please explain in detail what abnormalities you're experiencing right now!" Shuon focused all her attention to prepare for the worst-case scenario that might be spoken from his mouth. "How can my body be this... fine...?" "?" They blinked and checked the man's condition again. Drip drip drip. Blood was flowing freely from all the holes in his face. "After causing all that commotion, it ends with just this level of Overload...?" "..." This level of overload, what kind of overload is that? Shuon's party, who had rolled up their sleeves to help the man, all froze in place. *** When the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and skillfully wiped the blood from his face, the atmosphere of the place finally settled. "Are, are you really alright...?" "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Shuon's party was still worried about his condition. But right now, there was something that took priority. Thump! Thump! They looked at that dark sword with pale faces. The Magic Sword. It was pulsating like a living being, recovering its power. The ominous and terrible Aura was gradually rising to the extent that they could feel it on their skin. They were gripped by anxiety that if they didn't deal with that Magic Sword immediately, the previous nightmare would be repeated. "What on earth should we do with that Magic Sword..." The Magic Sword's rampage. Having witnessed that tremendous scene just moments before, no one dared approach the Magic Sword hastily. Thus, while they just stood still and glanced at the Magic Sword— "Ah, excuse me—...!" The man who had been reading their expressions cautiously raised his hand. Everyone present was delighted. He was the man who had resisted the Magic Sword with amazing willpower. Perhaps some amazing strategy would be spoken from his mouth, and everyone focused their attention on him. "This! Since I discovered it, I have priority ownership rights. Right?" This was the reason Risir had been reading their expressions. Seeing them repeatedly looking at the Magic Sword, Risir thought they were coveting the Magic Sword. It was inevitable- Having just experienced that Magic Sword's excellent efficacy(?). "...Ownership?" While everyone was worried about disposal methods, he was worried about ownership. They became dumbfounded faces at the terrible gap in thinking.