Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

I Also Leveled Up Now! (2)

Leon Hart’s teaching method wasn’t limited to Ryu Han-bin.

Kibie couldn’t escape his influence.

The great Goddess of Darkness stood in front of her faithful saint, looking terrified.

“Is that what I’m supposed to do?”

She was watching Ryu Han-bin, who was completely exhausted and sprawled in the corner of the training camp.

That formidable monster with the body of steel entered an almost-vegetated state and said, ‘Oh, my! I miss my mom!’ Kibie naturally couldn’t help but be scared.

“Don’t worry. I don’t think that’s how it works.”

To relieve anxiety, he spoke in an unusual way.

“It sounds like you’re going to be strangled differently.”

Without even a smile, Leon Hart slowly spoke.

“Kibie, there’s something you need to know.”

Leon Hart had carefully examined not only Ryu Han-bin but also the other party members.

He found their problems out and looked for ways on how they could improve.

“You’re not a level 80 Aura user.”

“Huh?”

Kibie wasn’t convinced.

“Did I have a lower level? I don’t think so.”

Kibie had made the incarnation with the Valtara race’s lineage to create a fit body and ‘input’ the proper swordsmanship.

At that time, she had checked the level for sure.

“It was measured at level 80.”

After being incarnated, the level became unknown because of the Goddess’s characteristics, but measurements were possible before that.

“Oh, of course, you measured it without the kernel, so it’ll be at that level.”

Leon Hart shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“I’m not saying that you’re at a lower level. It’s the opposite.”

Originally, a warrior with Kibie’s physical ability, Aura, and skill proficiency should be at least level 100.

Nevertheless, if she fought, her power was only around level 80.

“Because you skipped the process of gaining that strength manually.”

Kibie made the incarnation’s body, put Aura and skills in it, and then transferred her consciousness in it.

In gaming terms, the characters weren’t steadily raised from level one but were made and manipulated to become a high-level character from the beginning.

It was natural that her basic skills were inferior to those who had properly grown their characters.

Kibie nodded.

“I see. In a game, the character’s level won’t change no matter who plays, but Latna’s level is a rough estimate of their ability. Hence, the level of their power output is lower without the necessary experience, right?”

Leon Hart had a blank look on his face.

Game? Character?

“… I don’t understand what you just said, Kibie.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I talked to you like I do to Han-bin. Anyway, I understand what you mean.”

Explaining it in Latna’s knowledge, Kibie was like a hobo martial artist who had little practical experience and had only trained alone in the room.

Fortunately, Leon Hart was also good at teaching such hobo martial artists.

“It’s a common type of aristocrat who grew up in a nice environment.”

As such, the solution was much simpler than Ryu Han-bin.

“You just have to fight me freely.”

Leon Hart grinned with his fists raised.

“You can distinguish between real and fake, experience a combat skills, and learn how to use the skills you have acquired in the meantime. It won’t take long because you aren’t getting stronger, but rather just getting your skills back.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Relieved, Kibie pulled out her spear and took a stance.

Fortunately, there was no need to cry out like Ryu Han-bin.

At that moment, Leon Hart’s smile changed strangely.

“The problem is, it won’t work if we do it lightly.”

Formidable energy shot up from his whole body immediately and stabbed Kibie.

At that moment, Kibie became lost in thought.

“Oh, what’s this?”

At the same time, Leon Hart charged forth.

A storm of ruthless punches and kicks rained down on her.

“Wait, wait!”

In an instant, Kibie was beaten up.

She couldn’t dare avoid or stop it.

“Please be gentle!”

“Not being gentle is the key to this training!”

They had to spar like they were going to kill each other.

At least that was what Kibie should feel.

“Please forgive me for my aggressiveness!”

Responding relentlessly, Leon Hart continued to attack.

He seemed to be rushing in to kill her, saying forgive him with his mouth.

Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck!

Kibie was soon covered in bruises.

“I’m a Goddess! a Goddess! I’m Kybriel! The one you are serving!”

It hurt so much that she said as she thought, but…

“Kybriel will be pleased!”

It didn’t work.

“Stay strong! Incarnation, Kibie!”

At the training camp deep into the mountain, the scream of the desperate Goddess rang endlessly.

“Ahhhhh!”

* * *

On one side of the training camp, the large muscular warrior groaned as he bled.

“Ahhhhhhhh…”

On the other side, the black-haired beauty fell like a rag with blood and bruises all over her body.

“Ehhhhhh…”

Ryu Han-bin and Kibie looked terrible at the end of that day’s training.

It was natural for Ryu Han-bin. However, even the beauty, Kibie, was beaten up terribly.

How cold did Leon Hart have to be for her to become that way?

She was even the incarnation of the Goddess, who he was serving!

Effir naturally panicked as she watched the scene.

“Hmm…”

Crying, she stood in front of Leon Hart.

She wanted to remain strong for the sake of being taught, but she couldn’t guess how severe the pain would be.

Surprisingly, however, Leon Hart wasn’t harsh on Effir at all.

It was all about force management and giving martial advice.

Other than that, he let her take care of herself.

“You’re doing great. Keep doing that.”

“… Is that all?”

“I don’t need to teach you anything, Miss Effir.”

She was a natural genius who didn’t slack off once and always faithfully performed her duties.

All that was necessary was a few words of advice to fix her shortcomings and guide her down the right path.

There was nothing to nag about.

Maybe even without Leon Heart, Effir would have grown up well on her own.

Touching his chin, Leon Hart smiled happily.

“It’s very convenient for me to deal with miss Effir while teaching two crybabies.”

Of course, the two ‘crybabies’ were unhappy.

“Isn’t something wrong with you, Kibie? Why is Effir the only one who’s comfortable with that?”

“It’s because she’s a genius. A person who isn’t a genius wouldn’t be able to stand such an injustice.”

“Wait, you made that body anyway. Why didn’t you just turn it into a genius?”

“I didn’t have to do that back then!”

Kibie grumbled. If she regained her divinity, she would make a new incarnation first.

Feeling the eyes of the two, Effir trembled casually.

‘Oh, my back stings.’

* * *

Artis was alone, unlike the rest of the group.

“What can I, a Spiritist, teach a wizard?”

Leon Hart had studied Aura and Force a lot, but he didn’t have much knowledge about Mana.

There was nothing he could teach him.

It was the Church of Darkness that gave Artis full support instead.

It might not be the same as Sinkers, the original Wizard Guild, but there were many in the Church of Darkness’s library.

He read books as much as he could and steadily trained the magic he had learned.

high-ranking magic scrolls in large quantities and mastered them.

Those high-level scrolls were limited in quantity, making it difficult to get a hunter no matter how much money he had.

However, with the help of the Church, it could be easily obtained.

It was an unimaginable luxury for him, who had to wander around hiding his identity for the rest of his life.

Just as dry cloth absorbed water, Artis sucked up magical knowledge and wisdom.

“It’s great to have a big sponsor.”

The same was true of others.

The Church fed them, gave them a place to sleep, and everything else they needed. They just had to focus on their training without looking away.

All the members of the party grew at an alarming rate.

A month had passed like that.

* * *

Han-bin stretched his arms lightly with the Gigant on his back.

In that state, he emitted Aura while breathing.

“Hoooooo…”

The red flames enveloped his entire body.

It no longer burned as enraged as it used to be.

The Aura was stable and calm.

‘All right, I think we can do it now.’

There was no more pain.

All of his Aura was conjured smoothly like the calm waves of an ocean.

He felt that all the energy in his body was perfectly under his control.

He was certain of it.

Ryu Han-bin had subdued all of the Aura he obtained from the Sacred Heart of Darkness and made it his own.

‘Then…’

Han-bin grabbed Gigant and took a stance.

He had enough power to break the mountain.

It was time to move on.

“Taaaaaaaah!”

All the Aura were gathered at a single point harmoniously.

It soon reached its limit.

Zoom!

Due to the excessive power gathered, the Aura self-compressed beyond its limits.

It was no longer just Han-bin’s will to condense.

The power to sunder mountains was contained in mustard seeds!

‘I can do it!’

The energy was condensed to one point until it finally reached the verge of collapsing.

It imploded and turned into a great power.

It was the skill of the Sword King Baotolt!

-Valtara’s Fighting Spirit!

At that moment, an unexpected outcome occurred.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion occurred at Ryu Han-bin’s body.

A desperate scream roared up the mountain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

* * *

Ryu Han-bin opened his eyes half a day later.

“Oh, I’m alive.”

Leon Hart put off his hand from his chest, saying it was a relief.

“I did my best to heal you, but I couldn’t heal you completely. The residual Aura in your body was too powerful.”

Han-bin groaned.

“Urgh…”

He could feel pain all over his body.

It was hard to even raise himself up.

“… Skill… Did I fail?”

Kibie replied with an ambiguous expression.

“It’s not exactly a failure…”

According to the surviving conception of the Gigant, that was originally the official training method to master Valtara’s Fighting Spirit.

Han-bin felt frightened.

“Wait! so I have to hurt myself before I can learn how to use it properly?”

“As I told you beforehand, no one has ever mastered that skill.”

“I didn’t know it was like this!”

He finally learned why not everyone could master it.

Unless they had a physical body as powerful as Baotolt or Ryu Han-bin, they would’ve died just trying to attempt to master it.

“Damn, he is so ignorant! Why did the Sword King make this skill?”

If it were normal swordsmanship, the beginning would be universally easy, and the final skills would be highly advanced.

The Sword King’s secret intention was to reverse all common sense.

He had the mindset that only competent ones deserved to master it.

“That’s the way the Valtara people think…”

Kibie smiled bitterly.

Han-bin gritted his teeth.

“Damn Valtara…”

Leon Hart urged him.

“Please erase the rest of your Aura. That’s the only way I can heal you.”

Ryu Han-bin essentially self-harmed with his Aura, then had to erase the residual Aura himself as well.

Han-bin removed the Aura in his wounds.

Leon Hart finally completed the healing process, and after a while, all of his injuries and pain disappeared.

“Oh, I feel better now.”

With a sigh of relief, Han-bin raised himself.

However, it was still too early to be relieved.

Leon Hart pushed him on the back.

“Then go and train.”

“Right now?”

“What’s the problem? Now you know that you won’t die immediately. That much should be a relief.”

It had been confirmed that Leon Hart could heal him right away since he didn’t die in a single blow.

“Oh…”

Gritting his teeth, Han-bin grabbed the Gigant and headed back to the training camp.

It didn’t take long for another terrible sound to reverberate.

Boom!

With a heavy explosion, the same scream as before echoed under the blue sky.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”