The Player Hides His Past

Chapter 197: The Emergence of Legend

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[Grade: Legend]

[Restriction: Unknown]

[Effect: Unknown]

[Description: Ego Sword with a noble ego.]

The name was a question mark.

The restrictions and effects were unknown?

After the long, long wait.

This was the ego equipment?

If the grade hadnt come up.

I probably would have lamented first.

Legend?

As people knew.

The highest item rating in Arcana was [epic].

As the highest grade item, [epic] items were never common.

It had to be at least at the level of the demon kings loot to be classified as [epic].

Legeeend?

But, a [legend].

As if I didnt see it wrong.

A message appeared in front of my eyes.

[Achievement: The one who wrote legend]

[Effect: The affinity for all legend items slightly increased]

[Duration: Lasts forever]

Just by holding the item in my hand.

I achieved something.

It finally felt real.

Ethereal iron, youre really!

You played the role of a legend, but you actually became a legend.

Well, when considering the ethereal irons moves.

I almost unconsciously nodded.

Wasnt it the ethereal material that became the ego equipment?

In addition, the best blacksmith among the dwarves, Worswyle, was in charge of the smelting.

The focus on luxurious tempering was the magic tool coveted by the Sword Saint, the [Milky Way Whetstone].

Indeed, it must be precious.

But, wait.

This was not a message I could be satisfied with, right?

Affinity?

The effect of the achievement was somehow extraordinary.

Looking at the nuances

Did it mean that [legend] grade items identify the users?

If you have low affinity, you cant even use it?

But I didnt have to worry.

I didnt know about any other legend-grade item, but.

It was probably not applicable to the ethereal iron.

[Affinity has already reached maximum.]

Right.

I didnt choose the ethereal iron.

The ethereal iron chose me.

As if to prove my confidence.

I heard the ethereal irons voice.

Ive been waiting for this moment. My lord.

Indeed, the feeling of holding it in my hand was different.

The voice of the ethereal iron is conveyed through my head.

The echo, heartbeat, and resonance were transmitted from the right hand that held the precious iron

It really felt like it was alive.

The reason Shegwin talked to his sword.

I felt like I could understand.

The sword I used before was not lacking.

[An Unknown Blacksmiths Posthumous Work Long Sword].

Although the equipment was limited to level 280, it was still [unique] grade equipment.

It even came with the [Bleeding] effect, so if I unleashed the sword aura, it didnt feel lacking even when dealing with level-500 monsters.

This one is on a different level.

If I could handle it properly.

I was confident that I could really cut through anything.

Indeed, because he was a swordsman, he recognized the sword.

!

Shegwins eyes stirred.

His Atlas was a great sword, I could tell to some extent through Grandfels sense of aesthetics. If you looked at it from the performance perspective and aesthetic perspective.

How high did our ethereal iron rank?

Haha.

I heard a hollow laugh.

I was right. You were no ordinary mage. Not only youre capable of magic, but youre a monster with enough swordsmanship skills to be recognized by a sword of such caliber.

Keh Sehwin laughed.

So, youve accomplished such an incredible feat and entered space and time unanimously. To hell with me, you were a frog in the well, Shegwin. What the hell is the only Grand Sword Master, and who the hell is the Sword Saint?

No, I am sorry while youre lamenting your miserable situation.

Whos saying whos a monster now?

Shegwin, your misunderstanding is too far.

I was grateful that I unanimously entered the time and space.

But it wasnt an achievement that I accomplished alone!

Defeating the high-ranking demon king, Gamigin.

Literally.

It was thanks to great luck

It was possible thanks to the Gate of Hell being opened through the Battle for the Demon King, and Akshan seniors being called out from that hell, and receiving their help.

However.

At least pretend to be a little embarrassed.

Grandfels neck was so upright.

Still, I was glad I kept my mouth shut

Well, just take a look around the stands.

So many eyes are watching.

Spitting out absurd remarks in front of the crowd?

Just imagining it was awful

However, I overlooked it.

I had another alter ego after Haiel and Diend.

What are you talking about, brat?

Whats with the sudden escalation?!

More importantly.

Did you just call Shegwin a brat, ethereal iron?

Even if he looks like that, how old do you think he is?!

Even Grandfel didnt spit out controversial words like that.

It would have been better if Shegwin didnt understand it.

Just as sword aura users recognized sword aura.

Just as Shegwin could hear Atlas voice.

It seemed he could understand the ethereal irons words.

Im a brat?

At that moment, his energy soared.

But the ethereal continued without feeling the least bit intimidated.

Brat, are you saying you cant hear the scream of your sword?

!

You feel sorry for yourself when you cant even hear that terrible scream. The years of holding and swinging the sword are in vain. You took the wrong path, brat.

Sword versus sword.

With my pride.

I would break Shegwins pride.

Even if my resolution became meaningless.

The ethereal iron had already said everything I wanted to say.

Really, it was good at talking like someone.

Of course, I was always the one who had to deal with the aftermath.

Shut up.

Bam!

Shegwin rushed in with the sound of teeth grinding.

As I had emphasized several times.

[Natural Enemy Relationship] were not easily overcome.

Even for the great evil, Greed of the Seven Deadly Sins.

It was a relationship that could not be overcome without experience.

Dash!

But at this moment, there was no fear in Shegwins movements.

He walked the path of the sword until he made a contract with the demon and gave up being human. It seemed that his anger at being insulted by the ethereal iron swallowed up even his fear of his natural enemy.

But keep this in mind, Shegwin.

I followed the smell.

I raised my sword in the direction of the smell.

Everything was your choice.

They were people who would have died anyway, you said?

No, if it were you, Shegwin, you could have saved them.

This was just what you chose after weighing the scale.

The worst route.

As I was thinking, the ethereal iron said to me.

I have a favor, my lord.

Clang!

The ethereal iron and Atlas collide.

The ethereal irons voice became more subdued.

Will you leave this duel to me?

There was nothing more reassuring than that.

Even just now.

I completely missed Shegwins move.

I heard murmurs.

So fast.!!!

This is Sword Saint in his prime. I cant even imagine how strong he is!

But, Hoyeol-nim perfectly blocked that blow!!

Indeed, the eyes of the players watching were accurate.

In terms of explosive power alone, Shegwins body would have been stronger than in his prime days.

Blocking that rapid movement just by following his smell?

It was impossible for me.

Thanks to you, I survived, ethereal iron.

Right.

Everything was thanks to the ego sword, the ethereal iron.

I didnt raise the sword, it was the ethereal iron that led my arm.

So I was glad to hear that.

However.

Whats your purpose?

I wasnt sure.

There was no way our Grandfel-nim would give permission just like that.

Still, thanks to his procedures, I was able to understand what the ethereal iron was thinking.

I want to save that brats sword.

Indeed, that was the purpose of Grandfels alter ego.

Just as Grandfel saved humanity and the Arcana Continent.

The ethereal iron wanted to save a fellow sword.

Naturally, if that was the case, Grandfel couldnt oppose it.

Ill give you permission.

A heartbeat came from the ethereal iron.

Ill thank you for your generous mercy, my lord.

I looked around the Colosseum.

I dont think itll be bad for your debut.

Then I unleashed my sword force.

A silver spirit flowed through the sword of the ethereal iron.

The ethereal iron, wrapped in the sword force, led me.

You may run wild as you wish.

It accelerated.

But, wait a minute.

Even though I said it could run wild.

Isnt this too fast?!

The way I was swinging the sword.

It was so fast that I couldnt recognize it!

As expected, I knew it would be like this.

Ethereal iron, youre a cut above Vivache

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Quick sword.

Shegwins swordsmanship focused on speed.

The basis for such swordsmanship was the body.

Because it was the swordsmans body that wielded and retracted the sword.

That was why Shegwin longed for youth.

This is a contract. A contract that can secure your youth.

That was what the demon said.

At those words, Shegwin looked at his aging body.

With his own sword.

He still had a long way to go to reach that end.

There wasnt much life left for him.

Shut that wicked tongue before I cut it off.

The speed at which Atlas was pulled out of the scabbard was also important.

His drawing of the sword.

It was so slow that it could no longer be called a quick sword.

So he couldnt help but feel shaken.

You know, dont you? There is no food in this castle to share with the poor humans. They will starve to death or have their human dignity violated by the demons. Sir Shegwin is simply showing mercy!

Shegwin clenched his fist.

In the end, what the silver-haired man said was right.

He just made the worst judgment as a human being.

However, he decided not to regret his choice.

if he could get to the end of this path, hed do anything.

He had sworn to himself.

But you are actually abandoning me. Atlas.

Shegwin looked at the mans sword.

Black sword blade.

Silver sword force.

The sword of the man he faced was too brilliant.

Shegwin could guess why.

Even though he was like this, he was the Sword Saint.

At the crossroads of life and death, the sword aura had its own color.

The moment he saw the mans sword, he could understand.

How many hardships of life and deaths the man had gone through.

Why the man had such monstrous abilities.

He probably had faced many life-and-death situations.

Yeah, he jumped into hardship.

The evidence of that was his sword force that was beyond brilliant and noble.

Shegwin thought to himself.

I admit it. You have the right to speak to me.

But he couldnt go back on his words.

He had come such a long way.

It was also a path he couldnt go back from.

Shegwin kicked the ground and ran.

So I wont leave everything to you.

His disposition.

The title of Sword Saint.

And Atlas, too.

He wouldnt hand them over easily.

If you can take it, take it.

This was the petty pride of the ugly swordsman.

Shegwin squeezed his muscles until his nerves screamed.

Right now he couldnt show off his sword force.

So the only thing he could utilize was his superior physical ability.

But the man responded to his speed.

Clang!

Clink!

Clang

Not only that, the man followed his speed and combined his force.

The more he looked at him, the more absurd the man got.

His outfit was also not much different from what he had seen at the social gathering of time and space.

How could he make such movements while wearing uncomfortable clothes that resemble formal clothes?

But the most surprising thing was the mans sword.

Clang!

It was intense.

Atlas even got pushed out in the head-to-head match.

What on earth is this sword made of?

The moment Shegwin repeated the question.

A voice entered his head.

Dont you dare try to measure this body.

!

He couldnt help but get startled.

How could a sword see through his mind?

Shegwin widened the distance.

Then the voice continued.

Are you saying you still cant hear it?

What the hell are you talking about

The sound of your sword wailing.

!

I didnt read your mind.

Then.

I just talked to your sword.

!!

Stunned, Shegwin looked at Atlas.

Still, he didnt hear any voice from Atlas.

But the mans sword spoke on its behalf.

You cant even hear your sword crying out in anger and resentment. Reaching the highest state of the sword is inconceivable. Brat.

Atlas was crying in anger and resentment?

!

Shegwin only realized that.

Yeah, ultimate sword.

Since it was the path of the sword.

He had to walk it with the sword.

But he was arrogant.

It was a road I couldnt walk without you.

Atlas, I thought of you as nothing more than a weapon to wield.

Shegwin raised his head.

The wrong path.

Even if he regretted it, it was a path that he couldnt go back from.

Finally, he thought of the mans words.

The futile pride you carried through even after you gave up being human. How does it feel to have it denied by the sword, Shegwin? but I will also deny it, with my sword.

He didnt need to raise a sword.

He finally realized the meaning of those words.

The mans sword.

The reason why it had such a noble light.

Shegwin opened his mouth.

Foolishly, I understand your intention.

Right.

The man was being considerate.

It was a salvation for the Sword Saint, or rather, for the shabby old man.

I will respond to your intention with all my might.

Then the mans sword spoke.

Come. Today I will cut down the quick sword, and my lord will cut down the Sword Saint!

And the duel was decided.

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