The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 94

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In the darkness that was shattered by the light.

Adoris stood with his eyes wide open, under the sight of the tower’s very calamity being destroyed.

His eyes reacted as if he had seen something unbelievable.

“The calamity has disappeared?”

He muttered blankly.

Just as he said, there wasn’t even a speck of the calamity that should have originally been there.

It felt as if something was empty.

On top of that feeling, there was an unknown feeling as if something had been veiled.

‘No. It’s there. The calamity is definitely there.’

But soon, he felt that the calamity hadn’t completely disappeared.

There was definitely a calamity filling this space.

However, that calamity didn’t move no matter how much strength he used.

It was as if the initiative was somewhere else.

Adoris was greatly bewildered as he looked at the calamity that didn’t move an inch.

Without the calamity, he wasn’t an Archmage.

He was no different from an ordinary magician.

Perhaps that was why, he felt an ugly sensation as if he had been stripped naked.

Filthy.

His mood was extremely foul right now.

Even if he were to pluck all of a birds feathers and throw it away, it wouldn’t be this bad.

“The calamity won’t budge?”

At that moment, Habell’s voice rang out.

He walked towards him in the same posture with his sword pointed downwards.

“What have you done?”

Adoris asked honestly.

He asked what he had done to make his bad luck uncontrollable.

After hearing the question, Habell remained silent for a moment.

Then he began to laugh softly.

Adoris’ eyes distorted upon seeing his expression.

“What’s so funny?”

“Because I don’t think you’ll be able to accept it if I tell you the reason.”

Habell said that and lifted his sword to his shoulder.

“This is all my bad luck.”

Adoris’ face hardened the moment he heard the next words.

He began to doubt his own ears.

Everything filling this space right now was Habell’s bad luck?

Adoris hurriedly used magic to estimate the amount of bad luck distributed around him.

And before long, he realized.

No matter how much his magic extended, it was all trapped in Habell’s bad luck.

It felt like he had fallen into a vast ocean.

An endless ocean that would never end no matter how much he continued to move forward.

Adoris opened his mouth while feeling like he was drowning.

“They called you the Night Lion.”

He slowly looked at Habell with eyes filled with wonder.

“So you’re a monster made of bad luck.”

He had always thought the world was filled with bad luck.

However, there was someone who existed in a world even larger than that.

Adoris spread his arms wide.

“There’s still so much of the world left to explore.”

His excited voice sounded like a child’s.

At the same time, scales began to fall from his arms.

The pure white scales fell one by one, and the flesh beneath turned to dust.

Death began to show on his face.

He had gained infinite vitality thanks to the bad luck.

However, the black magic was canceled when Habell cut off his bad luck.

In an instant, the storms of time battered him.

He melted away in those storms, showing respect until the end.

“Please show me a larger world.”

His voice, filled with long, was his last.

In the end, Adoris turned to dust without leaving a single bone behind.

The wind blew and scattered his ashes.

The fine, white powder spread out into the world as if honoring his dreams.

Even if it wasn’t the wide world he had hoped for.

Guini, who had spent his days absorbed in his magic research.

Even the 74th floor wouldn’t have been too narrow for him.

Watching his disappearing figure, Habel started to walk.

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Soon, the place where the light had disappeared returned to its original state.

It was as if Habel and Adoris’s chase had all been a fantasy.

There wasn’t even any damage to the surroundings.

That alone showed how skilled Adoris’ magic was.

“Habel-nim!”

Elacia, who had been watching the situation, ran after him belatedly.

Habel nodded at her.

“I’m going to go to the house where that guy was staying.”

“Oh, yes!”

Habel raised his sword as he listened to her reply.

Then, as he swung his sword, a crack spread out.

Boom!

The place where the crack hit was where Adoris’s perception-blocking magic was.

In an instant, Adoris’ hiding place was revealed through the gap in the broken magic.

Habel stepped through the gap without a moment’s hesitation.

Then he opened the door of the cabin that was nestled among the trees.

Inside were neatly arranged books.

There was really nothing there but a magic laboratory, with no spare space.

“Wow, wow.”

Elacia, who had followed him, exclaimed in admiration as Habel looked around the interior.

Those with knowledge of magic would know the value of this space.

It was the lifelong research of Adoris, the founder of magic, who was called the Great Mage.

That’s why this place was like a treasure trove to Elacia.

“Look around and see if there’s anything you need.”

“Yes, r-really?”

“Yes, and keep anything that’s useful.”

If I can sell it for a high price later, I can add it to Banphelion.

Wealth is also important for a family to grow.

While Elacia excitedly searched the room.

Habel examined the room in detail.

There were also some terrible traces there.

They were of those who Adoris had sacrificed to extract evil energy.

Even in front of them, Habel’s expression didn’t change.

Perhaps it was because he had lived through worse long ago.

There was no excitement in this anymore.

“Whoa!”

On the other hand, Elasia screamed, since she wasn’t immune to this.

‘So this is it.’

And after a while, Habel found a book.

The energy coming from that book was clearly ominous.

Ever since he first met that punk, Adoris.

Habel judged that the guy had stashed his real life force somewhere else.

He must have intentionally separated his own life force for eternal life.

But even so, he probably didn’t think that his body would completely collapse.

Habel roughly placed his hand on the book.

Then after a while, the ominous energy coming out of the book started to be absorbed into Habel.

That time wasn’t very long.

[ Achievement ‘One who defeated the Archmage Adoris’ has been registered. ]

-Strength has increased by 205.

– Agility has increased by 191.

– Tenacity has increased by 243.

– Aptitude has increased by 212.

-Skill has increased by 189.

– Ominousness has increased by 169.

I guess he wasn’t an Archmage for nothing.

A considerable amount of stats have increased.

What’s disappointing is that I still haven’t obtained the attribute to transcend ominous energy.

‘I guess I’ll get it if I clear a floor or finish a trial.’

The next floor is the 75th floor soon.

It should be possible around then.

“Elasia, collect anything you can use as evidence of defeating Adoris.”

“Yes, I already collected that first!”

She’s not clueless, so that’s convenient.

Habel also picked a few more useful things.

He then immediately picked up Elasia and turned around.

He’s returning to the Slyke tribe.

* * *

Slyke tribe’s General Commander, Bondre.

He had just finished a meeting and was rubbing his darkened eye sockets.

Was it because there had been too much going on recently?

Even though they were preparing for an invasion, it didn’t feel good.

This invasion was something they were doing in order to survive against Adoras in the first place.

Even so, they had no choice but to do it.

‘Maybe there’s something I’m expecting.’

The mention of Bondre brought to mind.

An incredibly powerful, monstrous human.

He had an unusually weak presence, but the strength he possessed was unparalleled.

Perhaps that was why he had briefly envisioned a future where he would defeat Adoras.

Even though he knew it was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Adoras was an exceptionally formidable monster, after all.

Bondre knew this all too well, having faced him directly.

‘But now, time is of the essence.’

Sensing that it was time for him to begin his invasion, he rose from his seat.

At that moment, a commotion could be heard outside.

Bondre lifted his head upon hearing the noise.

“What’s going on?”

“The magical artifacts bestowed upon us by Lord Adoras have suddenly begun to lose their power.”

“What?”

A look of bewilderment crossed Bondre’s face.

He couldn’t fathom what was happening.

“Surely not.”

His eyes widened at that instant.

So wide that it seemed as if they might fall out of their sockets.

Havel, whom he had until now dismissed as a mere fantasy.

He had thus decided to proceed with the invasion without delay.

But what was this?

The news he had just received was completely unexpected.

‘Could it be that he truly defeated that demon?’

Bondre questioned his own hearing several times.

However, judging by his subordinate’s reaction, it was clear that he was being sincere.

Bondre abruptly stood up from his seat.

“Go and ascertain Lord Adoras’ condition at once.”

“Yes, sir!”

Bondre swallowed hard as he watched his subordinate rush out.

His entire life had been spent as a slave to the demon.

The Stryke tribe was constantly at risk of being sacrificed for his magic.

Knowing that such a threat had now been eliminated, he felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

‘Let me compose myself.’

This was still an unconfirmed report, after all.

‘First, if this is true…’

He had never imagined that Havel would emerge victorious.

Naturally, he had never considered the reward he would request.

“This is…”

Bondre’s expression darkened considerably.

Oh, no.

‘What price did you ask for? Check it now before that man arrives……’

“Bondro.”

At that moment, a voice echoed throughout the room.

Bondro creaked and turned his head.

A man then caught his eye.

Silver hair nearly white, and piercing blue eyes that stood out.

The man, who had entered without Bondro’s knowledge, was sitting comfortably in a chair.

The moonlight streaming in from outside the room bathed his back.

His eyes, gleaming within the shadows cast on his face, were extremely dim.

“I have come to fulfill the deal.”

A chilling sensation surged through him the moment he heard the next words.

If he truly was the one who had overthrown Adoras, then Bondro stood no chance.

Clatter.

At that moment, a staff member was rolled to a stop before Bondro.

It was the staff Adoras often used before he dabbled in dark magic.

Bondro was also someone who had once admired Adoras.

Naturally, he could tell the staff’s true worth at a glance.

This man had really overthrown Adoras.

“Do you require proof?”

Those were effectively Haber’s last words.

He meant that if Bondro doubted him any further, he would not remain still.

Adoras, who had swallowed his saliva, lowered his head.

“How could I ask for further verification when my entire species has received help from our benefactor? I will naturally believe the benefactor’s words.”

Haber did not press the matter any longer either.

“Then you remember the price I spoke of, do you not?”

“To share the Stryke tribe’s magic with the Tendar crows, and that the Stryke tribe will never invade Haber City in the future.”

Bondro quickly recalled the memory of that time and answered as swiftly as he could.

If he tried to gain the slightest advantage, he would turn this man into an enemy.

He did not have the leisure to consider such gains.

“It is fortunate that you are not an unobservant fellow.”

“May I ask just one thing?”

“Speak.”

“If Tendar invades us in turn, is it alright for us to fight back?”

“That is for you to decide.”

Haber intended to repay his debt to the crows.

He was not their guardian deity.

Thus, even Haber had no business intervening in that matter.

“Understood.”

He lowered his head in response.

“My sincerest gratitude for your achievements in repelling Adoriss.”

His words seemed heartfelt, in his own way.

That was understandable, for to strike, the survival of his race was at stake.

However, Habel did not take his gratitude too seriously.

After all, there was already precedent for the Graysis family betraying Van Pelion.

‘Benefactors are never eternal.’

Descendants naturally forget the favors of their benefactors.

Time changes many things.

So Habel did not think too deeply about it.

“Remember my words well, and that shall be your repayment.”

Instead, Habel rose from his seat with a curved piece of advice.

“You now hold the key that has been passed down through the generations of the Strike tribe.”

As the high priest of the Strike tribe.

He quietly opened a drawer that only the high priest could open, once Habel’s words were finished.

Inside, a single key lays there, unadorned.

He carefully handed the aged-looking key to Habel.

‘With this, the 75th floor, huh.’

It might be easier than the 73rd floor, perhaps.

Habel turned around after putting away the key.

“Elassia, let us return to the ravens.”

“Yes!”

Habel turned on his heel, bringing Elassia along who had rushed over.