The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor: Dad is a Legend - Chapter 26



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Moonlight Sculptor: Dad is a Legend (26)

Weed did not unify Royal Road and did not log in, but that did not mean he put down his sword.

After the successful body transformation, most exercises felt trivial.

Still, swordsmanship was thrilling.

In Ahn Hyun-do’s dojo, you could fight as many masters and disciples as you want.

It felt like something beyond technology was within reach.

‘It seemed as if the sword was talking to me.’

A sword I learned and handled before playing Royal Road.

As time passed, swordsmanship became an incredibly excellent skill.

The sword that was swinging normally was raised to a level of skill and became beautiful like art in the eyes of others.

However, he did not fight with all his might.

Because of the overwhelming physical abilities, I was worried that the bodies of my master and disciples would be damaged.

It was a match where I could moderately use my skills against an opponent who had suppressed his strength, and it ended with me just countering.

Srrrrung!

Weed drew his sword.

The last day of my vacation.

I watched the blacksmith in the forge and mixed black iron and cloud iron to create a sword with a soft glow.

A shining luxury sword.

A sword that would have been considered a masterpiece if only the blacksmith’s skill had been just a little bit higher.

Its strength was that it was so strong that its durability would not easily decrease no matter how hard it was used.

Fencing instructor Pankri spoke arrogantly.

“I will make sure to cater specifically to your level.”

“… … .”

The retired mercenary Pankri is set to the same level.

Stats and characteristics remain the same.

The magic is sealed.

In order to gain Pankri’s approval and learn swordsmanship, you must swing your sword and inflict even a small wound on his body.

The bigger the wound, the more compensation is given.

“Consider it an honor to learn swordsmanship from me, and attack me with all your might.”

* * *

Blade Dragon’s Guild House.

There was a row of luxury swords made by Weed.

“I can tell by the sword. He is a truly skilled blacksmith. His skills are no ordinary accomplishment.”

“The black attack power that was initially created was not very high, but its quality improved rapidly.”

Guildmaster Polon touched the sword and was impressed.

From the perspective of the Line Guild that rules the city, it may not be surprising that they have produced such a large number of luxury swords in such a short period of time, but it is no ordinary feat.

“emotion.”

The Sword of the Great Master

Material Steel

Attack power 89~113

Durability 50/50

Weight 17

A masterpiece sword created by someone with the talent of a master swordsman.

It is sharp and has great destructive power, so it can damage any monster.

Limited level 50

Strength 40

Power of optional swordsmanship skills +30%

Fame 2,500

+20 to elegance

Very light

Attack power +13%

Strength +15

Increases damage from swordsmanship skills by 20%

Producer With

“The sword I made at first was also excellent. The overall balance is perfect for combat… … .”

As Polon was reading the information about the weapon, there was a phrase that caught his eye at the end.

Producer With

As soon as I saw the name Weed, all the past events came to mind at once.

The person responsible for rendering the Hermes Guild powerless.

Weed, who defeated the entire Hermes Guild force, which was so powerful that it made other prestigious guilds look like a laughing stock.

“It’s been a long time since Weed did any virtual reality… … . It just so happens that he and the blacksmith only have the same name.”

Polon tried to think as positively as possible. But he couldn’t just ignore this uneasy feeling.

It felt like I was putting one leg on the verge of hell.

I asked DeKalon to make sure that wasn’t the case.

“What did that blacksmith look like? His characteristics and such.”

“Brother Weed? He just looks ordinary.”

Ordinary appearance.

“Are you tall or short?”

“I thought he was about average height.”

Average height.

“What gear are you wearing?”

“The equipment was for beginners.”

Even in Royal Road, Weed enjoyed wearing beginner gear.

I guess it’s to prevent durability from decreasing.

Polon’s eyes began to tremble.

“Was there a weapon?”

“He was a blacksmith, and he was carrying a sword as a weapon.”

Only those who know know, but Weed’s swordsmanship is recognized as the best in the history of Royal Road.

The Hermes Guild members and Polon, who had been enjoying virtual reality for a long time, knew.

‘No matter how much time passes, there is no one who fights like Weed.’

Although he was wearing a sword, he could still be considered a typical blacksmith up until now.

If you think as positively as possible!

“And the work was done very quickly.”

“huh?”

This time, Polon felt a chill down his spine.

“He keeps pounding iron without stopping, and when I went to look for him, he didn’t stop working because he was losing experience points.”

“Oh, really? Didn’t you rest?”

“I asked around and they said they work all night. Moreover, Brother Weed does manual production, which is against the trend.”

“Not automatic, but manual production… … .”

“It’s an old-fashioned way, but it feels like a true craftsman’s work. He’s really good at doing the hard work.”

Polon felt his mind turn white at the word ‘Nogada’.

The desperate feeling of a puzzle that had been scattered randomly fitting together perfectly.

‘Why of all people… … .’

Are you saying that the experience of being destroyed in the Hermes Guild wasn’t enough?

We meet again in Roanoke, where the game has become a game of death.

That too, is the worst of bad relationships.

“Wait a minute. It’s not over yet. Fortunately, the luxury sword is still there, and not much time has passed since it was stolen.”

“Why are you suddenly like that?”

“You buy it at the right price. Or, if you buy it at several times the price… …, it’s okay to return it.”

“I went to look for it today while on patrol, but it suddenly disappeared.”

“away?”

“According to the blacksmiths, the golden teleporter was activated and disappeared. I think it’s just nonsense.”

Polon took a deep breath for a long time to control his emotions.

I imagined that all this could be a coincidence.

As you go through life, aren’t there times when coincidences can pile up on top of coincidences?

Still, I decided to try contacting them first.

Polon: Master Polon of the Blade Dragon Guild, Weed. If you remember me, I used to work for the Hermes Guild. It is an honor to meet you again. How are you?

I sent a polite whisper first.

Whispers are not transmitted.

The user is in a special area where whispers cannot be heard.

“… … .”

Anywhere in Roanoke.

The whisper function worked even in the highest level dungeons, as well as in forbidden areas that were extremely dangerous to enter.

By special region, I mean a world that only a very small number of users can enter, or a region that transcends time and space.

Polon felt his eyes going dark.

“I’m screwed. I’m screwed.”

* * *

Hellfire difficulty level 4.

Weed listened to the words of the Pancri swordsmanship instructor.

“Nothing will change even if I adjust your level.”

“… … .”

“I have survived countless battles. I have mastered the sword while fighting powerful enemies!”

“… … .”

“It’s normal to feel frustrated when you come across a wall that you can’t get over. It can be a great experience to become stronger.”

The fourth stage of hell that no one has ever conquered or visited.

A math problem that is difficult to solve even after studying for 10 years can be solved in a few seconds by someone else through mental calculation.

Difficulty is a relative concept.

(There has never been a user who entered the Hell difficulty with a body that transcends humanity like the master.)

(Based on the experience and skills the master possessed, he not only defeated the orcs in stages 1 and 2, but also completed the hunt perfectly.)

(In step 3, you even used sculpting techniques.)

Weed was physically, technically, mentally, and experience-wise prepared before challenging the Inferno difficulty.

A combat skill that allows one to possess a body that transcends humans and fight against any enemy.

Even this alone is a level that cannot be compared to that of any other user, and he even used his experience of mastering sculpting as a trick.

As he passed through stages 1, 2, and 3, Weed far surpassed the level of difficulty expected in Hell.

While on vacation, I gained additional stats and equipment with my blacksmith skills.

Moreover, Weed was bold in investing stats every time he leveled up.

‘What effect does agility have?’

(It’s mostly related to the range of the bow and the speed of the arrow. You get faster when running, and in melee attacks using a sword, if the opponent’s agility is much higher, the sword will sometimes deflect.)

‘What if you hit the enemy perfectly?’

(The chance of missing will be greatly reduced.)

Weed didn’t feel the need for agility while fighting orcs.

‘Even if I swing it roughly, it all hits.’

(The positioning and speed were perfect. It was a blow that could not be avoided with the orc’s abilities.)

In Royal Road, I focused on strength and agility, but in Roanoke, I focused entirely on strength.

Power, power, power, power.

As the level of the originally powerful body increased, the strength stat and physical abilities reached S-class.

Fencing instructor Pankri gestured.

“Are you scared already? Come on. I’ll just block while you make ten attacks.”

A swordsmanship instructor who gives Weed ten chances.

In Roanoke, Hellfire is the highest difficulty level.

Pancri, dressed as a knight, might seem like a real wall to the average challenger.

Weed has never met an opponent in real life with whom he can properly fight with a sword.

“That sounds interesting. Is this the only place where you can fight to your heart’s content?”

Weed walked towards the instructor with light steps.

“You’re approaching recklessly.”

For a moment, Pankri thought that the challenger did not even know swordsmanship properly.

But surprisingly, I couldn’t find any gaps in the Weed that was walking towards me.

Ts …

From an attack distance, the sword swung by Weed flies in, rushing forward like lightning.

Even the sound only tells us that the air is being split slightly.

Pankri blocked the attack by holding his sword sideways.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The impact felt like hitting a rock with the sword.

A blow that made the body float and get pushed to the side.

“This is the taste. It’s thrilling.”

Weed swung his sword and was very satisfied.

In reality, you can’t swing a sword at people like that.

If the opponent’s skills were not outstanding, he would have lost his life right away, and even for someone as skilled as Ahn Hyeon-do, it was a blow that would have broken his wrist and spine because of his age.

“10 times? Don’t fall down easily and try to block it.”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Kwakwak! Kwaaaaang!

Weed swung his sword straight ahead, making it easy to block.

The Pankri swordsmanship instructor had to hold on to his sword with both hands and endure in order to survive.

A sword that draws a beautiful trajectory like a work of art.

A near-perfect sword flies like a ray of light towards the instructor’s neck.

“Ugh!”

The instructor blocked the attack by placing his sword in front of his body.

Tsuukaaaaang!

Even if you block a properly powered black strike, it delivers a tremendous blow to your wrist and shoulder.

The destructive power was unbelievable.

‘You gave me food and shelter, and now you’re hitting me in the back of the head like this?’

Weed swung his sword ten times, but the Pankri swordsmanship instructor did not even dream of counterattacking.

The power is overwhelming, and the speed and position are unpredictable.

You don’t know where it comes from or how it’s swung.

When something flashes before your eyes, all you can do is barely block it to avoid dying.

“Ugh. This can’t be happening… … .”

Instructor Pankri’s mission is to defeat challengers and teach them his swordsmanship.

The challenger who came here was so strong that he could have already taken his life if he wanted to.

“Wall of Swords!”

Instructor Pankrie activated his skill and spun his sword around.

Top-tier swordsmanship skills.

Dozens of swords swirled around to form a wall.

“Where are you trying to stop me!”

Weed’s sword pierced through them.

He grasped dozens of sword movements and pierced through the moment.

“No matter what, it’s too much!”

The Pankri swordsmanship instructor despaired, feeling as if he had encountered an impossibly high wall that he could not climb.

The sword Weed was holding suddenly disappeared, and it was right in front of him.