The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 98

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Memento Mori main force captain, Ridark.

He was a cursed child from birth.

His only mother died giving birth to him.

Fortunately, he did not die and was born well.

His father died when he was one year old from an illness and was hit by a carriage on his way to take him to the hospital.

Fortunately, he did not die at this time either, and was found by people and sent to the hospital.

His uncle who took him in was killed by robbers on his way back from getting his salary.

His cousin, who was seven years older, hated him, called him a cursed child, and committed suicide the next day.

After that, such things continued to happen.

Wherever Lidark went, misfortune followed.

Most of those by his side had died or suffered accidents.

Lidark himself couldn’t escape that misfortune.

His body gradually accumulated misfortune.

And ironically, the accumulated misfortune made him stronger.

The more unfortunate he became, the stronger his will grew.

His face was torn apart, and he met the greatest opportunity of his life.

It was the encounter with the Martial King.

Lidark, the cursed child of misfortune who couldn’t even swallow his misfortune.

The one before Habell’s eyes was such a person.

“Looks like you’ve brought more misfortune.”

Lidark, who had sent the twins and the Exploder beyond the shadows, rose.

Another misfortune was before his eyes.

Perhaps this time it was a misfortune he had called upon himself.

The monster there was beyond what he had expected.

“Hmm?”

Habell scratched his chin at Lidark’s reaction.

Lidark was not wary of Habell taking down the twins and the Exploder.

He felt a sense of oppression not from Habell’s actions but from his presence.

This fact was quite new to Habell.

That was to be expected since those who could grasp Habell’s level at a glance were rare.

“You’re worthy of being called a captain.”

In other words, Lidark was a formidable powerhouse.

However, for Habell, that was good news.

“Did you plan to clear the floor with those Memento Mori you sent to the Raven Kingdom?”

Habell, who had roughly grasped their plan, hit the nail on the head.

If they were beyond Habell’s capabilities, they would clear the floor.

Then they would move to the next floor and assess the situation.

That was the plan Habell had in mind for Memento Mori.

Of course, the reality wasn’t that different.

As Habell had thought, Memento Mori had considered clearing the floor from the beginning.

Lidark, whose plan had been somewhat revealed, looked at Habell.

‘If we encounter a problem we can’t handle.’

It was to create chaos by moving to the next floor where the Five Great Clans were.

However, there was something Habell didn’t know.

Habell had risen through the floors while exerting his influence.

Thanks to that, the entirety of the 7th Order revolved around Havell.

Memento Mori had studied the composition of the 7th Order in their own way.

And in the process, they had realized one thing.

‘The end point of the 7th Order, the 79th floor, is definitely.’

The clearing will be decided based on all the influence throughout the floors.

So if, Havel continues to rise like this.

Of course, it will be impossible to clear the final floor of the 7th stage without Havel’s influence.

Of course, neither Memento Mori nor the Five Great Clans would want that.

So Memento Mori has prepared one more operation.

Havel has no influence on the floor.

Just clear the floor as it is.

This will initialize Havel’s influence.

That was the real purpose of Memento Mori this time.

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“Talking isn’t really my hobby.”

However, Lidark did not say that Havel’s words were correct.

‘The correct answer doesn’t matter. Since everything is happening right now anyway.’

Lidark had made a deal with two beings on behalf of the Martial King not too long ago.

The whisperer.

God’s poison.

Those who head towards the top for their own goals.

The Martial King called them this.

Devils that feed on misfortune.

They all wanted the original three misfortunes like the Tower.

Their destinations may be different, but the Tower was involved in the process.

That is why the Martial King offered them a deal.

Havel, who started a new era.

The Five Great Clans who climb the Tower as they please.

It was a deal not to give them the Tower.

‘But they both definitely reacted badly.’

However, the whisperer and God’s poison did not accept the offer right away.

The person they were considering was none other than that man, Havel.

The man who made the two devils hesitate to make a deal together.

What kind of man is he?

Lidark finally found out when he saw it with his own eyes.

‘He’s a monster.’

Lidark is sensitive to approaching misfortune.

That’s why his misfortune sensor was going off like crazy.

The misfortune that was about to happen right before his eyes was not something that could be dealt with as a coincidence.

‘That’s why, all the more.’

Lidark felt like he had to tie this man to the 7th stage.

The whisperer and God’s poison must have tried to cooperate with Havel in their own ways.

Because his power is tempting.

But they know too.

The man named Havel was too big for them to handle.

‘Then the answer is simple.’

If we can’t have it, we’ll break it.

It was a value they had held for some time now.

‘I won’t be able to stop him today.’

The whispers and the venom of God will eventually move the true power to the top.

They will never allow Habel to clear the tower.

‘We’ve thrown him some bait.’

Those who follow him will use the characteristics of the 7th stage to ruin the stage.

So Habel, you can bind the writer at the end of the 7th stage.

The clearing of the 7th stage will be determined by the influence of the previous stage.

So there is only one thing left for him to do.

‘Keep him tied up.’

Until the other members of Memento Mori clear the stage.

A red light gleamed between Lidark’s eye sockets, who was prepared for misfortune.

“Instead of talking, let’s do this another way.”

Lidark’s bracelet began to spin.

The evil that flowed out of it gave off an unusual aura.

He looked completely determined.

“Don’t even think about not doing it.”

Lidark stomped his foot on the floor.

Then, amidst the swaying shadows, Varia’s figure appeared.

“If you take a step, his life is over.”

Habel starred blankly at Varia, who was reflected in the shadows.

“Hmm?”

Then he tilted his head slightly and his chin pressed down.

“Aren’t you guys making a mistake about something?”

Habel found this situation quite funny.

Lidark had taken Varia hostage.

It made sense, since Varia was the reason Habel had moved.

Plus, there was information that Habel had taken Varia with him in the past.

Naturally, he thought she had enough value as a hostage.

However, as Habel said, they were mistaken about one fact.

“I used to take Varia around because she was good in her own way.”

Habel looked at Varia with regret, but showed no great emotion.

And Lidark’s reaction changed with each reaction he saw.

This was because he sensed that Habel’s words did not indicate a strong will to save Varia.

“Wait a minute.”

The moment Lidark felt that Habel’s words were getting more dangerous.

“Is she really worth me putting myself in danger to save her?”

Habel’s words did not stop, and they came out as they were.

Lidak’s body stiffened.

Haverl’s words were sincere.

It was natural for him to say that.

He must know about the people related to Banpellion.

Baria had followed Haverl of her own accord.

Of course, Haverl treated her accordingly since she had followed him.

In fact, he had planned to confirm the Memento Mori and save Baria.

However, that was only if Haverl didn’t have to risk himself.

“In the past, I would’ve rushed in without thinking to save someone in this situation.”

Haverl thought about the old days when he was naive and rubbed the back of his neck.

“But I’m not really like that anymore.”

It would be unfortunate if Baria died, but that was as far as it went.

It was the emotion of a person who had worn out from living in the Demon Realm.

He didn’t feel like getting worked up over saving someone who was facing injustice.

Because those emotions had already burned out and disappeared.

“Of course.”

Haverl cleared his throat.

Other than that, he had a different emotion.

“I find it pretty annoying when someone tries to tie me down.”

Haverl’s hand, which had dropped, was now holding a sword.

When Lidark belatedly realized this and raised his bracelet.

Clang!

Along with the shock of hitting the bracelet, Lidark was lifted into the air.

His vision shook.

He definitely didn’t see that attack coming.

An instinctive danger ranges an alarm in his body.

When he quickly straightened his body, Haverl was suddenly right before his eyes.

“Isn’t that what I said earlier?”

Haverl’s sword instantly plunged into Lidark’s chest.

“Let’s play a little.”

Kwa-ang!

With an explosive sound, Lidark was slammed into the ground.

His chest, which should’ve been pierced by the sword.

Was covered with a red iron plate.

The Red Orharcon Mail, which was said to be made only in the Eternal Snowfields.

It was a mail whose strength could be freely adjusted depending on the aura.

However, that Red Orharcon Mail was bent inward.

“Keuk!”

The pain was intense.

It felt like his chest was being ripped apart and his insides were being crushed.

He could easily withstand large-scale magic, yet he was shocked by this level of impact.

He realized once again what an absurd monster was like before his eyes.

Screeeech!

However, the situation wasn’t all that bad because of that.

‘To think that the hostage I finally caught is useless. Am I just unlucky today?’

Since the hostage was useless.

A monster was rushing in front of him, and he had to buy time against such a monster.

Havel’s sword rushed into his arms once again.

He immediately responded with his fist wrapped in red Orharukon mail.

However, it was powerless against Havel’s sword.

Clang!

He felt the sensation of his deflected arm bending in the opposite direction.

If he had lacked just a bit more strength, it would have been cut off.

Amidst the intense pain, Ridak gritted his revealed teeth.

Then, he somehow pushed Havel’s sword away with his other arm.

He had prevented the sword from piercing his chest.

Puck!

At that moment, Ridak’s head suddenly tilted back.

“Keuk?!”

His vision wavered.

It was clear that he didn’t see the attack.

However, the shock from his jaw was shaking his brain.

‘Am I being pushed back even in pure martial arts?’

He must have bitten his tongue from the shock, as blood flowed out from between his teeth.

However, just because he was dazed, it didn’t mean that Havel’s sword would stop.

The sword that struck once again cut his side.

He would have suffered a penetrating wound if he hadn’t twisted his body just in time.

The problem was that he was hit in the side by the back of Havel’s grip while in that state.

His body folded over and he flew into the air.

Havel’s sword was incredibly strange.

When he thought he had perceived it with his eyes, it blurred like an afterimage.

Then, the sword suddenly dug into his arms and relentlessly attacked, inflicting fatal wounds.

No matter how much he tried to chase it, it created an illusion.

That was the essence of the Dawn Swordsmanship.

“Keuk!”

Feeling that he couldn’t take any more injuries, he immediately struck the ground.

Then, the ground exploded with a soaring shadow, scattering dust.

Ridak seized the short opening to escape.

Blood trickled down from various places on his body.

He was so delirious from excessive bleeding that he felt faint.

His eyes reflected Havel.

‘Even a monster can have good intentions.’

Unlike Lidarc, he was perfect without a single scar.

His figure, walking towards him with a sword raised, was like that of the grim reaper.

‘This has crossed the line.’

Lidarc’s heart was pounded violently.

Death was imminent.

Death is the greatest misfortune to all living beings.

Perhaps that was why misfortune was piling up on his body.

Then, the red bracelet began to spin even faster.

As I mentioned before, Lidarc is an unfortunate, cursed idol.

He has lived his entire life with misfortune, unable to escape it.

However, Lidarc was strong against misfortune.

Especially the bracelet he wore on his wrist.

The cursed weapon he received through the Martial King.

The weapon that devours misfortune, the bracelet.

Miseria.

The greater the misfortune, the stronger the power Miseria grants.

Following the red light of Miseria, a shadow sprang up from beneath his feet.

Kwa-kwang!

A jet-black lightning bolt shot up.

At the same time, the shadow that had sprung up enveloped Lidarc.

Lidarc’s body began to transform accordingly.

Have a stepped back to avoid the rapidly inflating shadow.

Then, the giant shadow slowly rose.

Between the pitch-black armor,

Red lights poured out.

The skull-shaped head and the armor covered in thorns were fearsome to behold.

A giant shadow created with Lidarc as the medium.

Lidarc felt a rush of power stronger than ever before.

It was the power that Miseria had granted Lidarc, devouring his misfortune.

Black smoke poured out of the shadow giant’s mouth.

The surrounding air changed.

A sinister aura poured out of Lidarc’s body and consumed the surroundings.

“Thank you. Now I can fight properly.”

But why?

Havel, who had been staring at Lidarc, suddenly turned his head slowly to the side.

Lidarc’s presence had definitely become much larger than before.

The ominous aura pouring out of Lidarc was so strong,

Barutuga, who had been trying to escape before getting caught up in the fight, had fainted and overwhelmed by his ominous aura.

However, Havel, not paying any attention to Lidark, felt something different.

‘It has begun.’

Beyond the mountain range that protects the Kingdom of Phileo like a natural fortress.

Something mightier than Lidark, who had grown stronger by consuming misfortune, was wriggling.

Thud!

Atop that mountain, something enormous slowly raised its head.

The sky above the sunset-tinged mountain range.

A jet-black crow’s head had appeared.

The problem was that there wasn’t just one or two heads.

Thousands of heads were peeking over the mountain.

Enormous heads that were big enough to fill the mountain range.

Havel silently looked up at the sight.

Lidark belatedly turned his head towards it.

Lidark’s face hardened, and bewilderment filled his eyes.

[You have encountered the 7th Trial.]

The trial the Tower had given to Havel, who had become too strong.

That trial had finally revealed itself.