Chapter 995
I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)
A golden light flew wildly through the vast subterranean space, obliterating each antidemon as it closed in. Rather than slowing down, Trismegistusâ speed just kept rising.
Just how strong can he be?
ï¼Master?ï¼
ãDonât worry, itâs nothing.ã
It seems I started trembling without realizing it. Itâs like my very sense of humanity was being shaken. Fear and anxiety welled up in me.
We will be meeting and speaking with this monster after this. What if his power is ever directed at Fran?
My worries were further emphasized by the fact that he was not someone we could trust, both in terms of his position and sanity.
That said, weâre not enemies yet. Instead of worrying about the future, I should be burning Trismegistusâ fighting style into my eyes.
As I desperately followed the high-speed battle, I noticed something changing within Trismegistus.
ãHis life force⦠is being drainedâ¦â¦?ã
ãTrue.ã
Fran, who heard my mutter, focused even closer on Trismegistus after a short moment of surprise. It wasnât just my imagination.
His entire body was covered in fine scratches, clearly beginning to take damage.
ãWhatâs wrong, little lady?ã
ãTrismegistus is bleeding even without getting hit.ã
ãOh, that.ã
After hearing Franâs whisper, Izario turned to look at the golden dragonkin with eyes that seemed to contain pity.
ãTrismegistus is pushing himself over the limit, putting his entire body under a terrible strain. Itâs quite literally killing him.ã
Even after using Divine Dragon Form, he fought at maximum power. Yeah, I can see how dangerous that is. Itâs as if Fran went all out after activating both Brilliant Lightning Rush and Potential Release.
ãWill he be okay?ã
ãNot quite. Heâll destroy himself at this rate.ã
ã?ã
ãThe legends call him immortal, but itâs a little more complicated than that. In actuality, he resurrects as soon as heâs about to die, in the throne room back there. Thatâs how his immortality curse works.ã
He canât leave the castle grounds, and heâs inflicted with eternal agony unless he kills antidemons every day. Even if he dies, heâll be resurrected and forced to continue fighting. This was the true nature of the curse placed on Trismegistus.
By taking advantage of his ability to revive himself after death, he could maximize usage of his strengthening skills, even if it kills him. So thatâs the secret behind Trismegistusâ strength.
Or rather, thereâs no way he could slay so many antidemons day after day without this trick.
While I shuddered at his sheer power, Fran seemed to feel differently.
ãFran, whatâs wrong?ã
ãâ¦â¦Nn.ã
The emotion on Franâs face was⦠pity?
Come to think of it, the current Trismegistus was practically enslaved to the gods. If I didnât know the history behind the mythical sinner who almost ended the world, maybe I couldâve sympathized with him.
After all, heâs forbidden from leaving the castle and forced to resurrect and fight forever. Harsh doesnât even begin to describe his punishment.
Living in such a luxurious castle was certainly no consolation prize.
ãMmm.ã
ãFannabelta is shining.ã
The blade of his falchion Fannabelta, presumably his Intelligence Weapon, glowed with a silver light.
It apparently had an ability for extending its range by extending a blade of mana. Meanwhile, it was sharp enough to cut through antidemons like the straw targets we use for practice.
I have to say it might be superior to me in terms of plain sharpness. Is that the original performance in play? Or maybe itâs due to Trismegistusâ mana?
At any rate, the beloved sword of the strongest dragonkin seemed to be fit for the job.
Izario noticed Fran staring at Fannabelta, so he spoke up.
ãLittle lady, youâre interested in Trismegistusâ sword?ã
ãNn.ã
ãI see. Then I have a word of advice.ã
ã?ã
ãTrismegistus behaves strangely when it comes to matters regarding that sword. Heâs generally uninterested in other people. Thatâs to say, he doesnât care much for anyone. But when the subject of his sword comes up, thereâs no telling what he might do.ã
The only sword owned by Trismegistus, the silvery-white falchion that he calls his partner. Itâs only natural that many were curious.
Some attempted to analyze his sword, or even steal it. Sometimes he forgave them without issue. Yet occasionally, he would slice off someoneâs head for simply mentioning their wish to touch the blade.
Even in such cases, he showed no sign of anger.
It was as if killing them became necessary for some reason. As if someone ordered their death. Thatâs what it seemed like.
ãThereâs no easy way to tell what might anger him. Just, whenever that sword is involved, his actions are even more mysterious.ã
ãThatâs pretty scary.ã
ï¼Nn.ï¼
The transcendent who was annihilating swarms of greater antidemons right in front of us, and he suddenly wanted someone dead? Thatâs nothing but a nightmare.
ãSo if you sense anything wrong, run away immediately. Forget everything else, just run.ã
ãOkay.ã
Fran nodded her head, but I have to wonder if talking to Trismegistus was safe in the first place. We only wanted to meet Fannabelta in order to find some hint for preventing me from going crazy.
However, itâs not worth it if we have to risk Franâs life.
ãFran. Maybe we donât need to push our luck by talking to him?ã
ï¼No way.ï¼
ãButâ¦â¦â¦ã
ï¼Weâll definitely talk to him!ï¼