The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 96

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A member of Memento Mori.

The witch, Sarishis.

She was currently facing several members.

Everyone present was a member of Memento Mori.

And each of them was armed with wicked weapons.

Among them, a man was kneeling in the center.

It was a man named Mobius, who had climbed the tower with Habern in the past.

Memento Mori had taken great pains to capture this man.

That was because the bone specters he handled were inherently troublesome.

“Ah, my arm still tingles.”

One of the Memento Mori members who had been attacked by Mobius groaned.

As he glared at Mobius, his face was expressionless.

“There’s nothing you can gain by capturing me.”

That was what he had been saying ever since he was captured.

But now, the situation was different.

“Why wouldn’t there be something to gain? Habern has shown up.”

That was because the witch Sarishis had recently brought back a piece of information.

At Sarishis’s words, Mobius looked back at her.

For the first time, his face was stiff.

He was the type of person who would endure any torture Memento Mori inflicted on him without batting an eye.

Yet, he was showing such a noticeable reaction.

Everyone began to take interest in his reaction.

“Habern, you say. The 7th-rank climber.”

“I heard he recently joined a place called Van Pellifon.”

“Sarishis, has he really been shown up?”

As everyone threw out a word or two, she raised a book.

“That’s right. It says here in the Book of Greysia that he’s entered the 75th floor.”

“Baruth and Merimol must have been below him, right?”

When another person asked, Sarishis shook her head.

“We haven’t been able to contact them for a while now.”

Everyone present knew exactly what that meant.

“Both of you have been affected.”

Both of them are members of the same Memento Mori.

I know their history well enough.

Everyone has shown a different reaction.

Some of them feel competitive.

On the other hand, some of them were disgusted.

“Are you trying to drag us down on purpose?”

And the one who seemed the most emotionless among them spoke up.

His face, which was completely split open, was pitch black.

Black clothing that showed off his prominent muscles, without a single strand of hair.

In addition, the pants made of steel woven here and there showed their weight.

But among them, the wrist with the red bracelet was the strangest.

Möbius felt a creepy sensation when he looked at him.

Möbius, who deals with bad luck.

He is also very sensitive to bad luck.

However, the bad luck in the man’s heart was unimaginable.

The captain of the main group, Memento Mori, climbed the tower.

Ridark.

Möbius was sure of it.

Everyone here is extraordinary.

But even if everyone here rushes in.

They won’t be able to beat Ridark.

Ridark’s presence was that different.

“Kukuk, it’s a trap. You must have given us information on purpose to drag us down. How arrogant.”

Then the one-eyed man with a crooked back and sharp front teeth laughed.

He was also a member of Memento Mori.

“Pooh.”

At that moment, Möbius began to laugh.

For the first time, Möbius showed his proper emotions.

The members of Memento Mori, who did not know what was funny, looked back at him in surprise.

“What’s funny.”

When Ridark asked, Möbius slowly looked at him.

“It’s funny that no one refutes that you’re arrogant.”

Ridark’s red eyes shimmered beyond the black skull.

“Does that mean he has enough skill to deal with us?”

Do they even know that even that is an arrogant thought?

I don’t know.

Because they’ve never met Havel in person.

“He’s not someone to be careless with.”

Ridark, who had arbitrarily interpreted Möbius’ attitude, raised his head.

“Shirasis, bring the direct descendants of the Graizers. Twins, you two are well prepared. It’s time to welcome our guests.”

Ridark gave his orders in earnest.

“And Isa brings in the subordinates of Mobius.”

Mobius clicked his tongue inwardly.

Looks like the trigger-happy and hot-tempered old hags couldn’t escape either.

“Even if you bring my subordinates, there’s nothing they can hear that’s worth listening to.”

Mobius mocked Ridark’s judgment.

“It doesn’t matter. The story we want to hear isn’t about this guy named Habell.”

However, the next words hardened Mobius’ face.

“The Whisperer.”

Ridark thrusts a black skull face in front of Mobius.

“His Majesty the Armed King wishes to meet him.”

At that moment, Ridark’s hand shot out.

Poof!

The outstretched hand pierced through Mobius’s shadow and entered within.

Then, a small skeleton with a skull larger than its body was caught in his hand.

The skeleton thrashed and gnashed its teeth at his hand.

However, Ridark didn’t pay it any mind.

“You’re the same.”

The skeleton’s true identity was the priest Edler.

He was the apostle of the Venom of God, a god whose soul had been extracted and trapped in a skeleton by Mobius.

“Venom of God.”

Edler’s body stiffened.

Both Mobius and Edler had their masters mentioned.

“It’s time for everyone to meet.”

Ridark’s red eyes glimmered eagerly.

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In the sky, a giant island.

Such an island was home to a kingdom of considerable size.

A kingdom of a scale unlike any city before.

This was the main stage of the 75th Floor.

The civilization the ravens had reached.

It was the Kingdom of Phileo.

In front of the terrace of an inn in the Kingdom of Phileo.

Habell was drinking a cup of tea with a slightly unpleasant expression.

This was because he recalled the story Owen had told him not long ago.

“That, the city of Habell has been destroyed.”

The city of Habell had been destroyed.

What did that mean?

“Does that mean all our hard work on the 74th Floor has gone to waste?”

Elashia confessed the facts with a hollow laugh.

“Poo-hahaha, you fools.”

Baruthuga, who had been watching the situation as a prisoner, snickered.

Habell immediately smacked him upside the head.

But it didn’t particularly make him feel any better.

Habell starred blankly at the Crow Kingdom.

Habell City, where the mayor had been hereditary.

It has been growing while developing alongside magic.

A coup d’état occurred, and the city was eventually destroyed, and a kingdom was established.

That’s why the ones currently ruling the Crow Tendarr tribe are the Phileo Dynasty.

Just as Elashia had said, everything had become meaningless.

Habell rubbed the back of his neck.

Whether it’s the Tower or the outside, is it always like this?

It seemed like something that happened at least once every time an era passed.

‘Byran didn’t have any descendants, did he?’

Well, his excellent son was lost in the war with the Stryke tribe.

He must have been a rather unpleasant successor.

But the current state of the kingdom wasn’t so good either.

The current king continues to commit acts of violence.

The people were suffering from a long drought.

Thanks to that, even rebel forces had formed.

It looked quite affluent on the outside, but the inside was a mess.

An opportunity had appeared.

Thinking that, Habell felt a presence behind his back.

“Lord Habell, there’s a message from Lady Elashia.”

Just then, a message came in.

Habell had sent Elashia to the kingdom to gather information.

It took me to find a Crow.

“What’s the news?”

“Yes, as expected, the center of the rebel forces is a descendant of the mayor of Habell City.”

The youngest Tendarr, Chief Baldoran Tendarr’s descendant.

As expected, he was currently active in the rebel forces.

A grim smile hung on Habell’s lips.

“If we let that guy succeed in the rebellion, it’ll be easier to handle the situation on the 76th floor.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

Owen seemed to think the same.

The path to clear the 75th floor was beginning to show.

‘The problem is Memento Mori.’

The Tower’s view points differ on each floor.

Especially in the case of the 7th hierarchy, the results of the previous floor are reflected.

The time zones of the Climbers on the upper and lower floors were sometimes misaligned.

The time difference between the 74th and 75th floors was a whole two months.

It was a much larger time difference than expected.

“And as expected, Memento Mori made a move.”

The bait that had been left since entering the 75th floor.

Memento Mori had taken the bait.

“Tomorrow at 11 PM, we are going to Mount Ataine.”

Mountain.

Upon hearing those words, Havel opened his sleepy eyes.

It smelled very suspicious.

‘They have openly set a trap.’

The other side also knows that this side is checking information through the book.

So as soon as they took the bait, they threw out the bait.

‘Provocation.’

A provocation as to what they could do if we didn’t go.

Havel, who was savoring the provocation, slowly tapped his arm.

“What are we going to do? It is certainly a trap.”

Owen also knew well that this was a trap.

He wouldn’t worry if it was Havel, but there were unforeseen circumstances.

So he was also troubled by this and that.

“If we don’t go, they will most likely bring up Baria.”

Owen’s face darkened at Havel’s next words.

Owen is sincere in wanting Baria more than necessary.

He wanted to save Baria no matter what happened.

However, he wasn’t reckless enough to choose something that would put him in danger.

“Sir Havel!”

At that moment, a loud noise was heard.

Elasia was rushing towards them.

Paiod, who was next to her, also had an urgent expression.

“What’s going on?”

“Haa, haa, I heard from Owen that you found the rebels?”

“Yes.”

Havel turned his head and looked at Merimolli in front of her.

Merimolli, who was next to her, had a very tired expression.

She was optimized to extract information by designing the target as a doll.

So she was helping Elasia because she couldn’t resist Havel’s threats.

“The problem is that the rebels seem to be having a coup in the Kingdom tomorrow.”

Elasia made a doll of the rebels she found and extracted information.

As a result, she found out the date the rebels were moving.

As expected, the two-month time difference seemed to have created a lot of gaps in the Tower.

Owen and Habell’s eyes met.

That day happened to be tomorrow.

Habell recalled the date Memento Mori had requested.

Tomorrow, 11 pm.

The day the rebel forces would stage their coup.

The two dates strangely overlapped.

‘It would be too easy to think the dates overlapped by chance.’

He felt uneasy.

“Elacia, I think we should dig up some more information on the rebel forces.”

“Oh, Miss Merrymori can do it.”

Elacia nudged Merrymori with her elbow.

Merrymori reluctantly placed the doll in front of Habell.

“Eek!”

At that moment, the doll’s body trembled, and it lifted its head.

The doll was connected to the mind of a member of the rebel forces.

“Rebel forces, ahem, are you a member of Habell’s unit?”

The name of the rebel forces was none other than Habell.

Habell felt a bit strange that his name was being used again.

“W, who are you?”

“Confirmed. Only answer the questions asked. Do the rebel forces have backers?”

When Habell asked, the doll squirmed.

It was a reaction that indicated it didn’t want to answer.

However, when Merrymori raised her finger, the doll immediately answered obediently.

“Yes, there are those who assist us. They said they were colleagues of the Night Lion. Because they wielded weapons like the Star Sword that the Night Lion wielded.”

Habell and Merrymori’s eyes met.

Merrymori shrugged and quickly averted her eyes.

It was certain.

The one currently assisting the rebel forces was none other than Memento Mori.

They were also aiming to clear the floors and go up.

Their ultimate goal was to prevent the Five Great Clans from clearing the Tower.

‘I can see it roughly.’

Currently, Habell was an uncontrollable variable.

Memento Mori’s main force would naturally be wary of Habell.

So, they used their heads.

If Habell was stronger than they expected, they would immediately clear the floor and leave.

They would then plan their next move.

On the contrary, if they could eliminate him, that would be even better.

They could defeat him, clear the floor, and move on.

From Memento Mori’s perspective, it was a kind of insurance.

‘That’s why groups exist.’

Anyway, they like to insure each other.

“What should we do?”

Elashia asked worriedly.

“First, I think I’ll go to where Memento Mori is.”

Habell said as he turned his head.

Barutu, who had been sitting on the floor like a puppy dog next to Habell, was there.

“Barutu, you and your guys should come along to Memento Mori.”

Although he was now in that state due to Habell taking away his evil weapon.

He is also a member of Memento Mori.

Even dog poop can be useful.

He could be useful somewhere.

“Does something feel bad about this?”

Barutu frowned, but he shut his mouth when Habell raised his fist.

He owed it all to his good education.

“Elashia, Piodor, Owen, Merimori, the four of you join the rebels.”

Habell glanced at Merimori.

Normally, he could have hit her on the back of the head, but he couldn’t do that now.

Because Habell had her most precious doll.

The most important doll to a doll maker is a doll that contains life.

If that doll is broken, she is finished too.

So she nodded obediently.

“Elashia, I’ll leave the command to you. Judge fluidly. Owen, provide information in real time. Any information that could embarrass Memento Mori is fine.”

“Wait, what about me?”

Piodor pointed to himself and asked what he should do.

Habell just said.

“Just follow along.”

He didn’t have any particular expectations for him.

While Piodor was making a hurt expression alone.

Habell finished all the instructions and opened his mouth.

“Let’s move.”

This is the first step to annihilate Memento Mori.

Including the rescue of Baria.