The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 195



From Now On (2)

The quest notification that arrived this time was written in much more detail than before.

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[Last Contract]

-Someone has made a new pact with the evil spirit, Bulginus.

-Someone was subject to the evil god, Bulginus.

-The evil spirit, Bulginus, regained his full power along with some of his lost soul.

-In return, you escaped the fate of the vessel, but lost all power that came with it.

-The evil spirit, Bulginus, cannot escape the magic realm for a certain period of time according to the contract. (Time remaining: 44 days, 4 hours, 44 minutes)

···.

Thanks to that, I was able to understand the situation even though I didn’t directly hear what the Master and the evil spirit were talking about.

A quest that even feels kind.

But the later sentences were as unfriendly as ever.

[Defeat the evil spirit within the time allowed to you.]

[You can choose a reward upon success.]

[If you fail, all living creatures, including you, will die permanently.]

—–

There is only one reason why I am alive and not dead even though the bowl is broken.

Master’s sacrifice.

The Master made a new covenant with the evil spirit for me and gave me one last chance.

I don’t know anything else other than what’s written in the quest window.

However, it is only fixed.

The evil spirit has taken back the soul it had entrusted to me, and I must defeat the evil spirit by any means necessary within the given time.

A thought that comes naturally.

‘Can I do it?’

The evil spirit had regained its full power. So the evil spirit I had to face with my sword would not be the evil spirit in its imperfect state, but the evil spirit with overwhelming majesty that I had seen in Berheim’s memories.

In the darkness where nothing can be seen,

A space where it seems like nothing can be done,

An evil that seems to have no effect.

I know because I’ve experienced it. The absolute evil spirits are so overwhelming that they can’t even be compared to the evil spirits I fought on the flying machine.

Me on the other hand?

Even the imperfect evil spirits could not be defeated.

In addition, all powers that had originated from the vessel were lost.

Mana has been greatly reduced, and the starlight has dimmed like a lantern on a cliff.

Compared to the evil spirits who had become untouchable and powerful, I was only becoming weaker.

But what? Defeat that evil spirit in 44 days?

‘It’s impossible.’

I couldn’t help but reflexively think that way.

It is a natural story. For over 1,000 years, no one has been able to cut down the evil spirit… no, no one has ever touched it except for Berheim.

How can I, who have become a crippled fool, destroy it?

It was at that moment, deep in the night, in the empty recovery room, that I was lost in self-loathing.

-“Then I guess I have only one thing to say.”

One day, I remembered what my teacher had said.

-“If you have time to feel frustrated, don’t stay still, move.”

Move when you feel down.

-“If the situation doesn’t work out, you create the situation you want. If you don’t know when, you decide when.”

If it doesn’t work, make it work.

-“Camel, you are more than capable of doing that.”

I can do it.

-“So don’t regret anything and try everything you can.”

Don’t regret it and try everything.

“okay.”

-Slurp.

Thinking back to my teacher’s words, I took out my two swords from their scabbards for the first time in a long while.

“I am···.”

Amid the moonlight reflecting off the two sharp blades, a voice with an unknown strength leaked out from his lips.

“You can do it.”

Although he lost all of the power he had derived from the vessel, he did not lose everything.

Starlight, mana, divine swordsmanship, and all the other magic and swordsmanship I’ve learned.

Even though I’ve gotten weaker, the things I’ve learned and mastered are still clearly engraved in my head.

-Whoosh.

-Tch! Tch!

Flames rose from the Sword of Good and Evil.

A cold chill flowed out from the holy sword.

The flames and ice were faint, but they were filled with pure white starlight.

“first···.”

If you think about it, I lack nothing.

If you become weak, just become strong again.

All you have to do is find what you’ve lost.

If time is an issue, you can try to shorten it.

As it happens, I have the memory and ability to do so.

“Let’s do it.”

I need to move and not stay still.

I promised myself like that.

No matter how thorny the path may be.

—-

-Suddenly.

As I open the door and enter the log cabin, a well-organized landscape and faint but unforgettable smells tickle my nose.

The smell of air freshener and perfume that Malik used to spray because he hated the smell of bones.

The Master’s unique, subtle fragrance.

Along with the scent of roses, there was also a soft scent that came from Tweety.

“I hope Tweetie is doing well.”

The tweet that flew in to save me on the day I collapsed is now staying with Sage.

If it weren’t for Tweetie, I would have just fallen into the sea or land and died.

Along with feelings of gratitude, I also feel a little guilty about not having taken care of it all along.

-Suddenly.

While thinking about this and that, I opened the door to the room where the teacher had been staying.

Whether it was because Rose had cleaned it or not, the room was spotlessly clean without a speck of dust.

Originally, underwear would have been strewn all over the place.

“···.”

I shook my head to shake off the thoughts, stood in front of the mirror, and reached out my hand.

As I wave my hand from top to bottom, the subspace that the Master created appears.

“really···.”

As you enter, you see artifacts, elixirs, and personal items displayed here and there.

“You’ve collected quite a lot.”

As I was walking and looking around, I picked up something that looked like a transparent bracelet.

I wore transparent things on both wrists and both ankles and breathed mana into them.

Then, a sense of heaviness that I haven’t felt in a long time is added.

“I guess this is the limit for now.”

Through that weight, I was able to see how far my physical abilities had fallen.

In the future, I will have to gradually increase my limits and develop my physical abilities.

Although his movements became difficult, he continued to move without stopping.

“Drink this today.”

I picked up a potion flask and drank it in gulps.

I drank a few elixirs in quick succession that seemed like they would help right away.

“Those later···”

Make a plan to take the elixir in stages, just like planning a diet.

These are all precious elixirs that cannot be found on the market.

In the past, I didn’t even think about touching the elixirs for fear of getting scolded by the teacher.

Now I don’t have to do that. I plan to use it all if it helps even a little bit.

“From today.”

I sat cross-legged. As I drank the elixirs one after another, the mana and starlight ran wild inside my body.

“40 days.”

During that time, I planned to do everything I could here.

One day, 40 days after the day when the strange flying object appeared over Adenia.

-Pok

A sword that had been floating in the air is stuck in the ground.

“Ha, hahahaha···!”

Yan, the swordsman who had let go of his hand, looked at his sword stuck in the floor and smiled happily.

“Fran, you’ve really grown a lot.”

The child who made him, who was called the Sword Saint, drop his sword was so admirable.

“Thank you.”

After greeting humbly, Fran puts her sword back into its scabbard.

As he looked at that sight, Geomseong found it difficult to hold back his emotions.

I lost. Even though I gave it my all and used all my skills. And to a young man who wasn’t even of age yet.

Jan thought back. During his prime, he was the only human being he had ever defeated.

‘Morte.’

The fallen warrior of the previous generation. Fran was strong enough to remind him of him. No, she had become stronger than that.

While Jan was looking at Fran happily.

Fran, the warrior, was rather feeling impatient.

‘It’s not enough yet.’

He knew that he had become incomparably stronger than before.

Swordsmanship developed through actual combat with many strong opponents including Mort and the teachings of Daphne.

In addition, the starlight became infinitely more intense, perhaps because the previous warrior died.

Fran was able to be confident after sparring with the former swordsman.

The Crusader Commander, Professor Dian, the Sword Master, and Darren.

Even those who are strong enough to betray the continent can defeat him.

Even though it has become that strong.

‘It’s not enough…’

The reason he is impatient is because he has personally witnessed the realm above.

Daphne, who taught him, had overwhelming strength, needless to say.

The battle between the evil spirit and Camel on the flying machine was a fight of a level that was difficult for me to fathom in my current state.

So how much stronger do we have to become?

How can I become stronger than I am now?

Repeating such anguish, Fran continued to swing his sword.

It had to be that way.

Because the evil spirit was completely resurrected, and he was a warrior.

‘Camel···.’

When Camel lost consciousness, Fran, who had visited her in the recovery room, bit her lip.

At that time, Camel was in an unusually weak state.

Mana, starlight, and physical abilities that are infinitely weaker than your own.

It was obvious at a glance that Camel at that time would not be able to deal with even the Seven Deadly Sins, let alone the evil spirits.

So I swung my sword ceaselessly.

If he can’t do it, he’ll have to face the evil spirit himself.

‘I wonder if it’ll be okay…’

I heard that he is training in the forest.

I thought it was amazing that he had the will to overcome the loss of a teacher who was like family, but that was all.

To be blunt, 40 days was not enough time for Camel to return to his previous level.

So he had to do it. Even if he couldn’t defeat the evil spirit, he had to swing his sword as a warrior for humanity.

That’s what it was. I definitely thought that.

“···?!”

I guess I was wrong.