Chapter 131: The Underground World (2) (1/2)

Chapter 131: The Underground World (2)

I pulled the magic bag tied at my waist.

Fortunately, the bag was still safe. I was recognized as its owner so no one else could take anything out.

'Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword are inside.’

It was lucky that the items I needed were all contained in the bag. I checked all the items and stood up.

I started stretching my arms. It only lasted for 30 seconds. My arms started trembling.

It was difficult for me to even walk. My stamina was a mess.

'I will have to start from the basics again.’

It was like when I first stepped foot on the battlefield of the Demon World.

I tried everything I could to survive. I desperately created and mastered techniques. It seemed like I had to repeat that once again.

'First I will start with my body.’

It was urgent that I rebuild my muscles.

I had already experienced this once. In addition, my body had a remarkable level of recovery that would allow it to reach its original state. It was something I personally experienced daily. Despite having trouble walking on the first day, my muscles had recovered a lot by the second day.

‘It isn’t a simple preservative.’

In particular, the effects of the ‘Jellim’ branches were excellent. It rejuvenated my body and made it more resilient. My weakened magic power was also returning. It was only a matter of time before I could use a skill.

‘Wrath. The Emperor's sword.'

Were they originally so heavy? I could feel the weight and had to hold one sword with both hands.

Huuk!

It was like I had never held a sword before. I laughed as I recalled the first time I used a sword.

‘This is the feeling.’

It happened when I was exactly 12 years old. I was forcibly mobilized for the war and received sword training. Approximately 30 demons of a similar age were gathered but only two could survive to become proper soldiers.

I tenaciously survived. I used every last bit of my strength to survive using the sword.

At that time, I remembered looking into the instructor’s eyes. I had confidence that I wouldn’t lose to soldiers.

‘Those eyes are filled with hate.’

After the victory in battle that day!

I challenged the drunk instructor to a duel and killed him. Otherwise, I instinctively knew that I would be killed. I was committed to my survival. War was occurring everywhere in the Demon World. Only those with true power could have freedom.

'That was the period when I grew the fastest.’

It also happened with a demon. The evil Brigsiel was a demon whose last name I took after killing him. Despite being sloppy, he was still one of the 72 demons.

Following that, I put effort into becoming even stronger. My development slowed after meeting the grand dukes. But after receiving strength from Death Bringer’s offer...was it really ‘power’ due to my efforts?

Of course, I couldn’t deny all my efforts when touring the battlefields in the Demon World. I was a little bit fiercer but I was still responsible for the constraints on myself.

‘I tried after going back. At the very least, I did better than my previous life. However, I still couldn’t erase the feeling of being insufficient.’

I became complacent due to the memories of my previous life. This had become clear now that I thought about it.

I needed to rely on true abilities rather than stats.

The battle against Grand Duke Okullos had been a result of that pride. If I had made a little more effort on my own then the story might be different.

It was one of numerous possibilities but...in order to do that, I needed to cross a wall.

‘I need to recreate my body, so I might as well raise my pure strength.’

I wanted to rise on my own, without relying on anyone else.

I gripped Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword again.

‘Haien Moon.’

It was impossible to perfectly imitate even when using Corruption. It was 99% similar, but a critical 1% was still missing.

I would make the sword technique entirely my own.

I glanced up at the sky.

“The moon is floating here as well.”

Late in the evening.

I wielded my swords under the moonlight.

My movements didn’t stop until I felt exhausted and was about to collapse.

This continued for six days.

I increasingly adapted to the weight of the swords.

‘This is the impact of Corruption or the influence of something else.’

I wielded my swords on top of a cliff and thought for a moment.

I was curious about the reason why I came to the Underground World.

It clearly affected my body. The magic power flowing around due to the Heart of the Hell Monarch still wasn’t consistent. However, the muscles in my body had clearly degraded after I woke up. It must be due to using Corruption or dealing with Contegonom.

I couldn’t use Corruption again. It was too dangerous. I pushed those questions aside and focused on the recovery of my body.

I turned my head and glanced at someone.

‘Jeff.’

The undead Jeff.

A short distance away, his sleek body was practicing with a sword.

”Assa! Urassha!”

He shouted out loud. He was learning quite well.

Jeff had been repeating these actions since two days ago.

After seeing me practice the sword and the talk of ‘war,’ he would always come here. He cried out and would sometimes look over at me. He was asking ‘how are my skills?’

Certainly, his ability to handle a sword wasn’t bad. It was clear in practice, but there was no knowing how he would fare in battle.

”Spar with me once.”

I walked over with my sword.

My moderate stamina meant I could use the swords.

There was one thing left. I needed to gradually get my body accustomed to fighting again.

The corners of Jeff’s mouth lifted.

”Is it okay? You have recovered quite a bit, but a sword fight...”

He had been watching me for a few days.

Haien Moon’s sword technique was complicated. From a third party point of view, it was a hard sword dance. Moreover, I was going slowly through it step by step so misunderstandings couldn’t arise. Jeff had noticed the deepness behind my sword technique.

“You can’t do it?”

“What? Me? Hah, no. I have killed hundreds on the battlefield. Jeff who killed 100 warriors! That’s me!”

He hit his chest.

There was confidence in his skills. And he also felt pride.

I said calmly.

”Then let’s make a bet. The winner will get whatever they want from the loser. How about it?”

”The winner gets anything they desire?”

“That’s right.”

Jeff looked at my swords.

Wrath and the Emperor's Sword.

They weren’t plain looking weapons. The magic power from them felt incredible. Anyone who inspected them would feel greedy.

The swords looked great even when they were still. He started drooling once he saw them in action. There was a feeling of tension because the swords could kill. However, slowing down the movements was effective in showing the swords off.

Now he was given a chance to obtain them.

Jeff licked his lips.

”Those swords. Give me both of them. Randalph, do you still want to face me?”

”Say that after you win.”