Chapter 179
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Chapter 179
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Ugh
Ronan opened his eyes. It was dark all around. No matter how much he blinked, he couldnt see anything in front of him, leading him to briefly wonder if he had gone blind.
What dispelled the thoughts were thin, crimson rays of light crossing through the darkness. Ronan soon realized that it was the setting sun seeping through the cracks in the rocks.
Did I fall?
He had no memory after being hit by Darmans kick. There was no smell, perhaps due to the blood pooling behind his nose. Each breath he took brought a mixture of saliva, blood, and gastric fluid trickling down his chin.
Shit.
Ronan cursed under his breath. It didnt take long to adjust to the darkness. Looking around, he saw the rocks surrounding him. It felt like being trapped in a stone tomb. Fortunately, some of the rocks seemed to serve as support, creating a space.
Keuuuk
Suddenly, excruciating pain wracked Ronans entire body, as if squeezing him like a rag. It felt like fragmented bones were piercing his organs. This was really dangerous. Ronan, who was rummaging through his pouch while lying down, let out a rueful laugh.
This is a mess
In his hand, emerging from the pouch, were only the scars of shattered vials. The special potions from Varen that he always carried were completely destroyed, turned into glass shards. Ronan, who was well versed in desperate situations,, couldnt help but think this was a bit severe.
I cant continue like this. I need to recover first.
Ronan quickly made a decision and closed his eyes. In order to do anything, he needed to at least improve his physical condition a little. He concentrated his mind and began to circulate the mana gathered in his heart throughout his body. It was an emergency treatment method he had learned back in Philleon.
This is bad. Im in a hurry.
Ronan bit his lower lip. While it was the best judgment given the current situation, self-recovery would take time, and his healing power was insufficient to recover from serious injuries. Moreover, various distracting thoughts cluttered his mind, hindering his concentration.
Lynn
Thinking of Lynns sacrifice, he twisted his lips. She had been stabbed with a sword in his place. Lynns body, rolling on the ground, looked excessively slender.
He needed to get out of here quickly, even if it was to avenge her. However, at that moment, memories of his fight with Darman surfaced, disturbing his concentration.
It was a clear defeat. Ronan had to admit that the bastard claiming to be his brother was a step above him. Of course, he had to consider the distraction caused by the family issues, but still.
He was strong and intelligent. The most despicable combination.
The scene of Zaifa being struck by the sword still lingered in his mind, as did the heads of the elders soaring through the air. It was clear that Darman was aiming for the moment when they would be weakened by the ritual.
However, even considering everything, it was something that couldnt be done with just ordinary skills. It was puzzling where such a powerful opponent suddenly emerged from. Ronan had never thought hed ever encounter such a strong person, aside from the people he saw in the Mental Realm. Then, Darmans words during the battle crossed his mind.
-When things settle down, Ill give you another chance. Join Lycopos.
Ronan frowned. At the time, he responded with a sarcastic remark, but it was clearly a word he had heard somewhere before. After searching through his memory, he finally succeeded in recalling the source of the word.
It was definitely in the desert at that time
The location was the heart of Dainhar. The speaker was Bishop Teranlil. After suffering significant injuries from Ronan, he had threatened that Lycopos would come after him.
Did he say it was the sharpest sword of Nebula Clazier? Ronan speculated that it was a special group where assassins or the strongest warriors from Nebula Clazier were gathered. Suddenly, Ronan noticed that the wounds from Darmans sword were the same as those left on the corpses of the massacred Dawn Brigade members.
That bastard was an accomplice too.
Finally, it made sense why so many elite soldiers had been wiped out so helplessly. With the presence of such a figure alongside the Ferocious Sword, it was inevitable for them to lose. Confirming that his body had recovered minimally, Ronan raised his upper body.
Keuuk!
He had to grit his teeth against the overwhelming pain. Every movement produced sounds akin to branches snapping. After managing to sit up, Ronan cursed.
Fuck This is too sharp.
Now it was time to move on to the next step. He should be able to escape by cutting through this size of rock. Fortunately, he felt the hilt of a sword in his right hand. Despite the chaos of the fall, he hadnt let go of his sword. Ronans face contorted sharply as he glanced down.
Damn it.
Lamancha was destroyed. The blade of the sword was broken, missing about half of its length.
It was only now that Ronan remembered how he had blocked Darmans kick with the blade of Lamancha. Thanks to that, his life was saved. He quickly tried to feed the sword the blood that flowed from his body, but while cracks formed and healed, the missing part didnt regenerate.
Will I find it again?
This was just too much. While he could reattach the missing part if he found it, there was no time for that now. After a brief deliberation, Ronan made a decision and switched cores. Shimmering mana began to flow over his shoulders.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
It was where I fled after I was disappointed in Balon. I think it was a good decision.
With Lynns words, time quickly passed. The sun and moon rose and set thousands of times. Eventually, on the outskirts of the crater where the light was dimming, buildings where the elders lived were erected. Souls of swords, reminiscing their masters, grew next to the white sword one after another.
How many times had the seasons changed like this? Suddenly, the shape of the white sword shimmered and transformed into that of a girl. Her white and voluminous hair resembled the color of the sword. The girl, who pulled out a sword from around her at random and put it on her back, turned her head. It was a familiar face. Suddenly, she squatted down, looking at Ronan, and spoke.
Thief.
What?
Ronans eyes widened. The surroundings had changed into a familiar village. In Ronans hand, standing in the middle of Gran Parzan, was a magnificent dagger. Facing Lynn, he spoke.
Youre the Holy Sword.
Yeah. Its a shame. I wanted to visit the academy you mentioned.
Cant you go now?
Its not that, but I wanted to experience it as a human. Eating, drinking, touching directly.
Quite the impertinent bart.
Ronan chuckled. Lynn retorted that she was not a bart but a lady. Meanwhile, her body was becoming increasingly blurry. Sensing that time was running out, Ronan spoke up.
The Holy Sword. Ill take it. Since I dont like the term take, lets say were partners.
Excellent choice.
Damn, now I have some hope. Then, will I become as strong as Balon?
It depends on your potential. If you dont have the foundation, there might not be much change.
Lynn explained that all she could do was to bring out the wielders potential. With a concerned tone, she scanned Ronan up and down and said.
And your physical condition is terrible right now. You need sufficient rest and treatment. Awakening dormant powers prematurely could backfire.
Dont worry about that. Im fine.
Youre quite remarkable. Arent you afraid of dying?
Lynn cocked her head. Her round eyes seemed to say that she had never seen someone like him before. Ronan, spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, replied gruffly.
Why wouldnt I be scared? Its damn terrifying.
Then why do you act like that? Earlier, you already knew that the boy named Darman was stronger than you.
Its nothing.
Ronan staggered to his feet. It wasnt a lie; Right now, he felt like he might even lose in a fight against Aselle. Despite knowing he might lose to Darman, he still faced him head-on. There was no particular reason. Ronan took a deep breath and spoke.
Just because I had to.
Hmm.
Lynn chuckled. It was a somewhat approving expression. As her body gradually blurred, she emitted a bright light.
Ugh
Ronan raised his hand to shield his eyes. The light soon began to fade. When he opened his eyes again, Lynns figure had disappeared without a trace.
Lynn?
There was no response. However, Ronan realized that his body was no longer in pain. The wounds that covered his entire body had disappeared as if washed away. With his right hand, he looked down and took a deep breath.
This is
Lamancha had been completely restored. The missing part, which had been broken and lost, was now filled in with a gleaming white blade, reminiscent of Lynns hair. It was as if the light had grown from the shadows. A familiar voice echoed silently in Ronans mind.
[Indeed, I have an eye for people.]
Ronan silently gripped the hilt of the sword. Strength was returning to his limbs. His heartbeat felt as fast as it did on the day he faced Ahaiyute. A brilliant burst of light seeped through the cracks in the rocks that had covered him.
[TL/N: such an emotional chapter only mommy naviroses thighs can help me recover from translating this chapter :,( ]
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Chapter 179
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Ugh
Ronan opened his eyes. It was dark all around. No matter how much he blinked, he couldnt see anything in front of him, leading him to briefly wonder if he had gone blind.
What dispelled the thoughts were thin, crimson rays of light crossing through the darkness. Ronan soon realized that it was the setting sun seeping through the cracks in the rocks.
Did I fall?
He had no memory after being hit by Darmans kick. There was no smell, perhaps due to the blood pooling behind his nose. Each breath he took brought a mixture of saliva, blood, and gastric fluid trickling down his chin.
Shit.
Ronan cursed under his breath. It didnt take long to adjust to the darkness. Looking around, he saw the rocks surrounding him. It felt like being trapped in a stone tomb. Fortunately, some of the rocks seemed to serve as support, creating a space.
Keuuuk
Suddenly, excruciating pain wracked Ronans entire body, as if squeezing him like a rag. It felt like fragmented bones were piercing his organs. This was really dangerous. Ronan, who was rummaging through his pouch while lying down, let out a rueful laugh.
This is a mess
In his hand, emerging from the pouch, were only the scars of shattered vials. The special potions from Varen that he always carried were completely destroyed, turned into glass shards. Ronan, who was well versed in desperate situations,, couldnt help but think this was a bit severe.
I cant continue like this. I need to recover first.
Ronan quickly made a decision and closed his eyes. In order to do anything, he needed to at least improve his physical condition a little. He concentrated his mind and began to circulate the mana gathered in his heart throughout his body. It was an emergency treatment method he had learned back in Philleon.
This is bad. Im in a hurry.
Ronan bit his lower lip. While it was the best judgment given the current situation, self-recovery would take time, and his healing power was insufficient to recover from serious injuries. Moreover, various distracting thoughts cluttered his mind, hindering his concentration.
Lynn
Thinking of Lynns sacrifice, he twisted his lips. She had been stabbed with a sword in his place. Lynns body, rolling on the ground, looked excessively slender.
He needed to get out of here quickly, even if it was to avenge her. However, at that moment, memories of his fight with Darman surfaced, disturbing his concentration.
It was a clear defeat. Ronan had to admit that the bastard claiming to be his brother was a step above him. Of course, he had to consider the distraction caused by the family issues, but still.
He was strong and intelligent. The most despicable combination.
The scene of Zaifa being struck by the sword still lingered in his mind, as did the heads of the elders soaring through the air. It was clear that Darman was aiming for the moment when they would be weakened by the ritual.
However, even considering everything, it was something that couldnt be done with just ordinary skills. It was puzzling where such a powerful opponent suddenly emerged from. Ronan had never thought hed ever encounter such a strong person, aside from the people he saw in the Mental Realm. Then, Darmans words during the battle crossed his mind.
-When things settle down, Ill give you another chance. Join Lycopos.
Ronan frowned. At the time, he responded with a sarcastic remark, but it was clearly a word he had heard somewhere before. After searching through his memory, he finally succeeded in recalling the source of the word.
It was definitely in the desert at that time
The location was the heart of Dainhar. The speaker was Bishop Teranlil. After suffering significant injuries from Ronan, he had threatened that Lycopos would come after him.
Did he say it was the sharpest sword of Nebula Clazier? Ronan speculated that it was a special group where assassins or the strongest warriors from Nebula Clazier were gathered. Suddenly, Ronan noticed that the wounds from Darmans sword were the same as those left on the corpses of the massacred Dawn Brigade members.
That bastard was an accomplice too.
Finally, it made sense why so many elite soldiers had been wiped out so helplessly. With the presence of such a figure alongside the Ferocious Sword, it was inevitable for them to lose. Confirming that his body had recovered minimally, Ronan raised his upper body.
Keuuk!
He had to grit his teeth against the overwhelming pain. Every movement produced sounds akin to branches snapping. After managing to sit up, Ronan cursed.
Fuck This is too sharp.
Now it was time to move on to the next step. He should be able to escape by cutting through this size of rock. Fortunately, he felt the hilt of a sword in his right hand. Despite the chaos of the fall, he hadnt let go of his sword. Ronans face contorted sharply as he glanced down.
Damn it.
Lamancha was destroyed. The blade of the sword was broken, missing about half of its length.
It was only now that Ronan remembered how he had blocked Darmans kick with the blade of Lamancha. Thanks to that, his life was saved. He quickly tried to feed the sword the blood that flowed from his body, but while cracks formed and healed, the missing part didnt regenerate.
Will I find it again?
This was just too much. While he could reattach the missing part if he found it, there was no time for that now. After a brief deliberation, Ronan made a decision and switched cores. Shimmering mana began to flow over his shoulders.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
It was where I fled after I was disappointed in Balon. I think it was a good decision.
With Lynns words, time quickly passed. The sun and moon rose and set thousands of times. Eventually, on the outskirts of the crater where the light was dimming, buildings where the elders lived were erected. Souls of swords, reminiscing their masters, grew next to the white sword one after another.
How many times had the seasons changed like this? Suddenly, the shape of the white sword shimmered and transformed into that of a girl. Her white and voluminous hair resembled the color of the sword. The girl, who pulled out a sword from around her at random and put it on her back, turned her head. It was a familiar face. Suddenly, she squatted down, looking at Ronan, and spoke.
Thief.
What?
Ronans eyes widened. The surroundings had changed into a familiar village. In Ronans hand, standing in the middle of Gran Parzan, was a magnificent dagger. Facing Lynn, he spoke.
Youre the Holy Sword.
Yeah. Its a shame. I wanted to visit the academy you mentioned.
Cant you go now?
Its not that, but I wanted to experience it as a human. Eating, drinking, touching directly.
Quite the impertinent bart.
Ronan chuckled. Lynn retorted that she was not a bart but a lady. Meanwhile, her body was becoming increasingly blurry. Sensing that time was running out, Ronan spoke up.
The Holy Sword. Ill take it. Since I dont like the term take, lets say were partners.
Excellent choice.
Damn, now I have some hope. Then, will I become as strong as Balon?
It depends on your potential. If you dont have the foundation, there might not be much change.
Lynn explained that all she could do was to bring out the wielders potential. With a concerned tone, she scanned Ronan up and down and said.
And your physical condition is terrible right now. You need sufficient rest and treatment. Awakening dormant powers prematurely could backfire.
Dont worry about that. Im fine.
Youre quite remarkable. Arent you afraid of dying?
Lynn cocked her head. Her round eyes seemed to say that she had never seen someone like him before. Ronan, spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, replied gruffly.
Why wouldnt I be scared? Its damn terrifying.
Then why do you act like that? Earlier, you already knew that the boy named Darman was stronger than you.
Its nothing.
Ronan staggered to his feet. It wasnt a lie; Right now, he felt like he might even lose in a fight against Aselle. Despite knowing he might lose to Darman, he still faced him head-on. There was no particular reason. Ronan took a deep breath and spoke.
Just because I had to.
Hmm.
Lynn chuckled. It was a somewhat approving expression. As her body gradually blurred, she emitted a bright light.
Ugh
Ronan raised his hand to shield his eyes. The light soon began to fade. When he opened his eyes again, Lynns figure had disappeared without a trace.
Lynn?
There was no response. However, Ronan realized that his body was no longer in pain. The wounds that covered his entire body had disappeared as if washed away. With his right hand, he looked down and took a deep breath.
This is
Lamancha had been completely restored. The missing part, which had been broken and lost, was now filled in with a gleaming white blade, reminiscent of Lynns hair. It was as if the light had grown from the shadows. A familiar voice echoed silently in Ronans mind.
[Indeed, I have an eye for people.]
Ronan silently gripped the hilt of the sword. Strength was returning to his limbs. His heartbeat felt as fast as it did on the day he faced Ahaiyute. A brilliant burst of light seeped through the cracks in the rocks that had covered him.
[TL/N: such an emotional chapter only mommy naviroses thighs can help me recover from translating this chapter :,( ]
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Chapter 179HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodUghRonan opened his eyes. It was dark all around. No matter how much he blinked, he couldnt see anything in front of him, leading him to briefly wonder if he had gone blind.What dispelled the thoughts were thin, crimson rays of light crossing through the darkness. Ronan soon realized that it was the setting sun seeping through the cracks in the rocks.Did I fall?He had no memory after being hit by Darmans kick. There was no smell, perhaps due to the blood pooling behind his nose. Each breath he took brought a mixture of saliva, blood, and gastric fluid trickling down his chin. Shit.Ronan cursed under his breath. It didnt take long to adjust to the darkness. Looking around, he saw the rocks surrounding him. It felt like being trapped in a stone tomb. Fortunately, some of the rocks seemed to serve as support, creating a space.KeuuukSuddenly, excruciating pain wracked Ronans entire body, as if squeezing him like a rag. It felt like fragmented bones were piercing his organs. This was really dangerous. Ronan, who was rummaging through his pouch while lying down, let out a rueful laugh.This is a messIn his hand, emerging from the pouch, were only the scars of shattered vials. The special potions from Varen that he always carried were completely destroyed, turned into glass shards. Ronan, who was well versed in desperate situations,, couldnt help but think this was a bit severe.I cant continue like this. I need to recover first.Ronan quickly made a decision and closed his eyes. In order to do anything, he needed to at least improve his physical condition a little. He concentrated his mind and began to circulate the mana gathered in his heart throughout his body. It was an emergency treatment method he had learned back in Philleon.This is bad. Im in a hurry.Ronan bit his lower lip. While it was the best judgment given the current situation, self-recovery would take time, and his healing power was insufficient to recover from serious injuries. Moreover, various distracting thoughts cluttered his mind, hindering his concentration.LynnThinking of Lynns sacrifice, he twisted his lips. She had been stabbed with a sword in his place. Lynns body, rolling on the ground, looked excessively slender.He needed to get out of here quickly, even if it was to avenge her. However, at that moment, memories of his fight with Darman surfaced, disturbing his concentration.It was a clear defeat. Ronan had to admit that the bastard claiming to be his brother was a step above him. Of course, he had to consider the distraction caused by the family issues, but still.He was strong and intelligent. The most despicable combination.The scene of Zaifa being struck by the sword still lingered in his mind, as did the heads of the elders soaring through the air. It was clear that Darman was aiming for the moment when they would be weakened by the ritual.However, even considering everything, it was something that couldnt be done with just ordinary skills. It was puzzling where such a powerful opponent suddenly emerged from. Ronan had never thought hed ever encounter such a strong person, aside from the people he saw in the Mental Realm. Then, Darmans words during the battle crossed his mind.-When things settle down, Ill give you another chance. Join Lycopos.Ronan frowned. At the time, he responded with a sarcastic remark, but it was clearly a word he had heard somewhere before. After searching through his memory, he finally succeeded in recalling the source of the word.It was definitely in the desert at that timeThe location was the heart of Dainhar. The speaker was Bishop Teranlil. After suffering significant injuries from Ronan, he had threatened that Lycopos would come after him.Did he say it was the sharpest sword of Nebula Clazier? Ronan speculated that it was a special group where assassins or the strongest warriors from Nebula Clazier were gathered. Suddenly, Ronan noticed that the wounds from Darmans sword were the same as those left on the corpses of the massacred Dawn Brigade members.That bastard was an accomplice too.Finally, it made sense why so many elite soldiers had been wiped out so helplessly. With the presence of such a figure alongside the Ferocious Sword, it was inevitable for them to lose. Confirming that his body had recovered minimally, Ronan raised his upper body.Keuuk!He had to grit his teeth against the overwhelming pain. Every movement produced sounds akin to branches snapping. After managing to sit up, Ronan cursed.Fuck This is too sharp.Now it was time to move on to the next step. He should be able to escape by cutting through this size of rock. Fortunately, he felt the hilt of a sword in his right hand. Despite the chaos of the fall, he hadnt let go of his sword. Ronans face contorted sharply as he glanced down.Damn it.Lamancha was destroyed. The blade of the sword was broken, missing about half of its length.It was only now that Ronan remembered how he had blocked Darmans kick with the blade of Lamancha. Thanks to that, his life was saved. He quickly tried to feed the sword the blood that flowed from his body, but while cracks formed and healed, the missing part didnt regenerate.Will I find it again?This was just too much. While he could reattach the missing part if he found it, there was no time for that now. After a brief deliberation, Ronan made a decision and switched cores. Shimmering mana began to flow over his shoulders.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.It was where I fled after I was disappointed in Balon. I think it was a good decision.With Lynns words, time quickly passed. The sun and moon rose and set thousands of times. Eventually, on the outskirts of the crater where the light was dimming, buildings where the elders lived were erected. Souls of swords, reminiscing their masters, grew next to the white sword one after another.How many times had the seasons changed like this? Suddenly, the shape of the white sword shimmered and transformed into that of a girl. Her white and voluminous hair resembled the color of the sword. The girl, who pulled out a sword from around her at random and put it on her back, turned her head. It was a familiar face. Suddenly, she squatted down, looking at Ronan, and spoke.Thief.What?Ronans eyes widened. The surroundings had changed into a familiar village. In Ronans hand, standing in the middle of Gran Parzan, was a magnificent dagger. Facing Lynn, he spoke.Youre the Holy Sword.Yeah. Its a shame. I wanted to visit the academy you mentioned.Cant you go now?Its not that, but I wanted to experience it as a human. Eating, drinking, touching directly.Quite the impertinent bart.Ronan chuckled. Lynn retorted that she was not a bart but a lady. Meanwhile, her body was becoming increasingly blurry. Sensing that time was running out, Ronan spoke up.The Holy Sword. Ill take it. Since I dont like the term take, lets say were partners.Excellent choice.Damn, now I have some hope. Then, will I become as strong as Balon?It depends on your potential. If you dont have the foundation, there might not be much change.Lynn explained that all she could do was to bring out the wielders potential. With a concerned tone, she scanned Ronan up and down and said.And your physical condition is terrible right now. You need sufficient rest and treatment. Awakening dormant powers prematurely could backfire.Dont worry about that. Im fine.Youre quite remarkable. Arent you afraid of dying?Lynn cocked her head. Her round eyes seemed to say that she had never seen someone like him before. Ronan, spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, replied gruffly.Why wouldnt I be scared? Its damn terrifying.Then why do you act like that? Earlier, you already knew that the boy named Darman was stronger than you.Its nothing.Ronan staggered to his feet. It wasnt a lie; Right now, he felt like he might even lose in a fight against Aselle. Despite knowing he might lose to Darman, he still faced him head-on. There was no particular reason. Ronan took a deep breath and spoke.Just because I had to.Hmm.Lynn chuckled. It was a somewhat approving expression. As her body gradually blurred, she emitted a bright light.UghRonan raised his hand to shield his eyes. The light soon began to fade. When he opened his eyes again, Lynns figure had disappeared without a trace.Lynn?There was no response. However, Ronan realized that his body was no longer in pain. The wounds that covered his entire body had disappeared as if washed away. With his right hand, he looked down and took a deep breath.This isLamancha had been completely restored. The missing part, which had been broken and lost, was now filled in with a gleaming white blade, reminiscent of Lynns hair. It was as if the light had grown from the shadows. A familiar voice echoed silently in Ronans mind.Indeed, I have an eye for people.Ronan silently gripped the hilt of the sword. Strength was returning to his limbs. His heartbeat felt as fast as it did on the day he faced Ahaiyute. A brilliant burst of light seeped through the cracks in the rocks that had covered him.TL/N: such an emotional chapter only mommy naviroses thighs can help me recover from translating this chapter :, HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
