The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality

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Havel’s leisurely tone made the Berserker impatient.

‘Alright. I’ll finish him off with the next attack.’

The Berserker abandoned his distracting thoughts and raised both hands again.

But this time, instead of fists, he curled his fingers like claws.

Then, the crimson-black aura from earlier flowed over his hands.

Pelleban gulped when he saw it.

He knew how powerful the energy flowing from his grip was.

At that moment, the Berserker stretched out his left hand and leaped forward.

Simultaneously, his fist shot out towards Dante in an instant.

This time, he intended to slit his throat.

However, at that very moment, Dante narrowly dodged his attack by twisting his neck.

The Berserker frowned, realizing that his attack had been dodged for the first time.

As if he had finally understood Dante’s level.

Dante, too, had adapted to the Berserker’s attacks.

“Damn it!”

The Berserker stomped on the ground and immediately turned his body to launch another attack.

Dante, too, met him head-on, brandishing his aura.

Chaeng, chaeng, chaeng!

The sound of swords and fists colliding echoed several times.

But the opponent is a berserker.

Kwaang!

The berserker’s claws cleanly tore through his chest.

At the same time, he struck Dante’s abdomen with both fists.

Dante rolled on the floor with blood splattering.

This time, it’s over.

His internal organs must have been crushed by the recent attack.

“Five.”

But Habell recalled the number again.

Then, Dante rose, with blood and flesh dripping from his chest.

Creepy!

Upon seeing that, the berserker felt a different kind of fear from Habell.

His attack was definitely a success.

Dante was riddled with wounds, and he could have been killed within five counts.

However, his eyes were still glaring at the berserker.

Despite not succeeding in landing a single attack on him.

Dante wouldn’t let the sword go in his hand.

And seeing that, he realized he was belated.

“Is this what you mean when you say you win if you just hold out for five counts?”

The berserker’s eyebrows twitched.

Rage poured out of his face.

He couldn’t tolerate it.

Five counts or not, he was going to kill him this time.

Once again, demonic energy surged up the berserker’s arms.

But it was a bit different this time.

Because the power emanating from his body was not aura, but malice.

Habell’s expression changed this time as well.

Because he didn’t know he could use the power of malice.

‘What the hell?’

The berserker’s appearance began to change along with the surging power of malice.

A dog’s snout suddenly popped out of his mouth, and his upper body swelled up.

At the same time, black and red fur sprouted wildly through his armor.

Creepy!

Palewan almost collapsed on the spot at the sight.

The momentum pouring out of him made him lose his fighting spirit.

“Keung!”

At that moment, the berserker, who had been drooling disgustingly, let out a bark.

His eyes turned bright red, befitting a berserker.

*THUD!*

The moment his foot hit the ground,

A storm erupted.

The gale knocked over the folding screen, sending it tumbling to the floor.

At the same time, Habel’s hair whipped violently.

Through the strands of his hair, Habel stared straight at the two.

The Berserker was strong.

Its monstrous form was truly overwhelming.

However, it didn’t know one thing.

The one who had been fighting alongside Habel all this time wasn’t human.

The opponent he had been training against was none other than a Berserker.

At that moment, Dante’s reflexes, honed through his training, reached their peak.

And those reflexes intertwined with Dante’s extraordinary concentration.

Dante’s eyes flashed sharply.

His muscular reflexes and concentration led him to a new realm.

Dante perceived the charging Berserker as incredibly slow.

At the same time, he saw a clear stream of light connecting its neck to his sword.

A single ray of dawn appearing in the face of an extreme situation.

The moment he saw it, Dante’s sword moved naturally along that light.

*SWOOSH!*

In an instant, Dante’s sword quietly sliced through the light.

And following the sliced light, blood spurted from the Berserker’s neck.

“Gasp, cough, ack.”

The Berserker staggered and collapsed, blood gushing out.

The situation had changed in an instant.

“The first dawn is the light you ignite yourself.”

Habel said as he walked towards Dante.

“And the second dawn is seeing the light ignited in your opponent.”

Like a firefly fluttering about.

A tiny, flickering light.

Only those who can see that light can reach the second dawn.

Habel looked at Dante, who had collapsed unconscious, and chuckled.

“You’ve worked hard to reach the second dawn. Dante, you’re an Auror Guardian now.”

At that moment, the Berserker’s head shot up.

Its eyes were already dead.

But the Malice that controlled it was different.

As if this was its true form.

The Malice pouring out of the Berserker was on a whole other level.

Its bared fangs were about to tear into Habel’s exposed neck.

Habel, however, had already noticed it long ago and was looking down at it calmly.

“If you were going to hide, you should’ve hidden until the end.”

Then, in an instant, Havel’s sword swung, spewing light.

Kwagagagagak!

And under the dawn that appeared.

The mad dog had already vanished.

Instead, Havel turned his gaze to a distant place.

The one who had turned Gehenna into an evil being along with the mad dog.

It was time to have a little chat with the real deal and story.

“Pelevan, take Dante and those guys with you. Dante needs some treatment.”

“Me, alone?”

Pelevan made a bewildered expression.

There might still be some evil beings and Gehenna’s followers remaining in the surroundings.

“Then you can kill the one who will appear over there instead.”

The place Havel pointed to was filled with pitch-black darkness.

Pelevan quietly nodded his head.

“…I will guard it.”

Because he knew that Havel wouldn’t say such things in vain.

He must have meant that he should come out even if there was a monster there.

With that, Pelevan glanced at Dante.

Dante, who was in a mess, seemed like he was about to die any moment now.

Looking at him like that, something else stirred within him.

“Havel, if it’s alright, can I say something before you leave?”

Havel looked back at Pelevan.

Judging by his expression, it seemed like he wouldn’t say anything useless.

“Go ahead.”

There was no particular reason not to listen, so Havel lifted his foot.

At that moment, his afterimage was flickered.

Havel began to advance into the darkness.

Despite it being a darkness where he couldn’t see an inch in front of him.

It had no effect on Havel.

‘I’ve been through something similar in the Devil’s Palace.’

That place was a hell that distorted not only one’s vision, but all of one’s senses.

It was hard to imagine how much he had suffered to get out of that place.

Thanks to that, this kind of visual obstruction was nothing much to have.

He could just cover the surroundings with his aura and that would be it.

Jol-

At that moment, a trace of energy reacted within the aura that had spread out.

He must have noticed that he had been detected.

Havel put more strength into his stepping foot.

Thud!

With that, his body shot forward like a cannonball, surging with an overwhelming aura.

In an instant, he passed right in front of Havel, who was dashing through the darkness.

Two blades shot up simultaneously.

One was a blade that was almost white in color.

The other was a blade that was almost black in color.

Havel briefly watched the two blades that seemed infinitely slow in his eyes.

Then, he immediately drew his own sword and repelled the blades as they flew toward him.

Clang! Clang!

The swords rang out simultaneously and vibrated in the air.

At that moment, two presences moved simultaneously through the darkness.

One aimed for his neck, and the other aimed for his heart.

Two blades extended toward him.

The sharp claws at the end of the blades were capable of easily tearing through human flesh.

That was only natural, as they were each enveloped in a master-class aura.

But even then, Havel’s sword was faster.

In an instant, his sword returned and simultaneously cut both wrists.

Swish!

The severed wrists flew through the air at the same time.

Meanwhile, the presences rapidly retreated from Havel.

“I have no intention of letting you escape.”

Havel inspired as he raised his sword.

At that moment, a brilliant white light gathered on his sword.

Flash!

In an instant, the brilliant light that burst forth completely erased the darkness.

Before him, two heavily-wounded people appeared, somehow having endured the light.

One was a woman with black hair.

The other was a woman with white hair.

Their unique characteristics were the horns that sprouted from their hair and the tattoos engraved on the insides of their clothes.

And Havel’s reaction showed surprise, as he recognized those tattoos.

“Are you the children of Freya?”

The two women’s bodies reacted simultaneously.

The Freya tribe.

They were a tribe that had existed even before Havel had entered the academy.

They were a fierce warrior tribe, with each individual surpassing even knights.

‘During the Unification War, the Veltron Empire tried to forcibly conscript them, but they had a hard time because the tribe resisted.’

Who would have thought I’d see them again here?

I don’t know if the Freya tribe still exists.

Judging from the fact that they’ve become evil beings, it seems like these two also escaped from the tower.

“Did you know my masterpiece, the Freya sisters?”

At that moment, a voice reached Havel’s ears.

That voice, like the scraping of metal, dampened his spirits the moment he heard it.

When he moved his gaze to where it came from, a pitch-black skeleton appeared.

To be exact, it was a human with skin clinging to its bones.

A robe mixed with black and purple, a staff decorated with a human skull.

As soon as he saw the impressive orb in his hand, he realized it.

That guy was the master of this trial.

The trial on the 5th floor.

The Necromancer.

The mastermind who turned humans into undead.

A corpse sorcerer who killed countless people in the distant past, turning the whole world into his enemy.

Now there is an old monster who hides in the tower and even handles the undead.

That was the Necromancer.

“Are you the trial?”

Have asked for confirmation.

“Kukuku, I am the trial.”

Then the Necromancer let out a laugh.

“You seem too young to tell the difference. My existence is not a trial for you, but a disaster.”

His eyes were so deeply sunken that they were almost invisible, and they laughed grotesquely.

Meanwhile, the Freya sisters approached the old man.

He had turned two Master-class individuals into undead and was using them as his limbs.

His skill was evident from that alone.

Even if he went outside right now, there wouldn’t be many sorcerers who could compare to him.

So the Necromancer was brimming with confidence.

Havel, who had even taken down a Berserker, was quite the formidable examiner.

However, since he had intervened personally, the Victor had already been decided.

“It will take 10 seconds. For you to become my new toy.”

At that moment, the orb of the Necromancer emitted undead energy.

“Swish.”

“Ugh.”

The undead energy flowed right into the Freya sisters.

At that moment, the eyes of the Freya sisters turned bright red.

In an instant, the two of them stomped on the floor and shot towards Havel.

The Necromancer’s eyes curved.

It was because Havel, who was looking at him blankly, was funny.

Now he wouldn’t even realize his own death and would die.

The moment he expected his neck to be snapped.

Puck!

The sound of flesh being pierced resounded.

When the Necromancer’s eyes widened in surprise.

Soon his gaze began to waver.

“Huh.”

The Necromancer let out a feeble sound.

Just now, holes had been pierced side by side into the abdomens of the Freya sisters who had just been shot out.

Splash-

Organs and blood were poured out of the two people’s stomachs.

Simultaneously, the two collapsed onto the floor like ruins.

Despite being in the Master-level realm and wielding the Necromancer’s bad luck, the two of them.

The two met their deaths far too pointlessly.

“Well done.”

At that moment, Habell’s voice rang out.

He was holding a pure white sword, even though it had pierced the sisters’ stomachs.

He looked at the Necromancer.

“I was hoping to meet someone I could have a conversation with.”

Then, the moment Habell laughed for the first time, the Necromancer’s eyes widened.

Habell’s reflection wavered.

“This bastard….”

And that was his last cry.