Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Grasping the longsword tightly as he rushed toward the strange, fierce-looking monster, Gawain felt no nervousness, hesitation, or fear. If he had to feel something, it was only a tiny sense of being distracted and departing from reality.

He still remembered clearly the moment when his plane crashed.

He still remembered clearly when he was hanging atop this world for hundreds of thousands of years.

He had not adjusted to suddenly becoming Gawain Cecil out of nowhere.

However, in that moment, he grasped the old family longsword tightly, throwing himself at a strange monster that might be a demon or an undead creature.

Boom!

The huge shock was sent through the blade, and all the distracting thoughts instantly disappeared.

With almost pure instinct, he dodged the monster’s claws. Gawain turned his upper body in a small semi-circle. The blade swung and drew an arc in the air slashing toward the monster’s shoulders. As the blade swung down, he tried to utilize the power contained in this body, directing that power to the longsword in his hand.

Upon stimulation by the power, the faint red thread on the blade near the hilt burst with a red light. Like a flame, the light extended rapidly down the blade. As it burned with intense heat, even the surrounding air started to distort.

The three-meter-tall monster felt the threat from the intense heat of the blade. Suddenly, with an agility that completely did not match his large figure, the monster leaned back, and Gawain’s slash missed the monster by a hair.

For a moment, Gawain inevitably got excited as he released this magic-like supernatural power from his own hand for the first time. Perhaps it was this moment of excitement that made him unable to grasp the rhythm of the first attack. But soon he composed himself and again infused the power into the longsword.

Sure enough, he was able to call upon Gawain Cecil’s abilities. This body had not yet declined to the extent that no power could be mustered from it. Though he did not know how much power he could draw, it was a huge boost to Gawain’s confidence.

He began to immerse himself in the battle and tried to translate the battle experience that did not belong to him into a power that he could use as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Byron was engaged in a tough fight.

The mid-level knight was one of the top fighters in the Cecil territory. His fighting career before he swore loyalty to the Cecil Clan had allowed him to accumulate rare combat experience. However, he had expended too much energy back when the monsters were attacking the castle. Moreover, after being drained by the monster’s strange magic, the invisible injuries further reduced his combat power such that he could only muster forty to fifty percent of his original ability.

Taking on the monster’s repeated attacks, he had no choice but to hold up the longsword tightly, keeping himself from defeat, while saving as much energy as possible and finding the monster’s openings.

Rebecca gathered up her magic and sent out a skull-sized scorching fireball from the front of her staff. The fireball collided in the air with the shadow arrow from the spellcasting monster, causing a shocking explosion. She caught her breath and noticed Byron in danger, and she immediately shouted to the soldiers beside her, “The three of you, go help Byron!”

One of the soldiers hesitated. “But Lady…”

As Rebecca made a new fireball, she shouted, “We’re fine here for now, but if Byron falls, it’ll be over! As Lady, I order you. Go!”

The three soldiers had no choice but to obey the order as they went into battle with Knight Byron against the terrifying monster.

Gradually immersing himself into the battle, the memory and experience that did not belong to him was rapidly becoming his own, improving his ability to control his new body. This process gave him a great sense of accomplishment. When he slowly recovered from this immersion, he realized that he was already beating the monster into a pulp.

The aberration covered in flowing ‘mud’ was not invulnerable. It could still get injured when cut, and it would die when it got cut up too much. Though they were powerful and had a physical advantage, with the right method, the human body could still destroy them.

This was learned from experience seven hundred years ago.