Dungeon Hunter (던전사냥꾼)

Chapter 42: Seven Sins, Twilight Blacksmith Oswen

100 people were waiting at the castle.

Most of them had heard about my victory.

The former lord had listened with a stiff expression. He knew that there was no way out. The scent of victory was already coming from me. If he tried anything hostile then it was highly likely that he would lose.

That evening, there was a large party. An undead party was quite different. They ate Jellim, danced or sparred. It was more fun than the party on Earth.

I took a break for a few moments and thought about my swordsmanship. In a spacious room set aside for the lord, I visualized and recalled the details of the battle.

'It is developing little by little.'

I was recovering my original strength. And invisible things were starting to show themselves.

'Haien Moon's sword technique...I can complete it.'

Ironically, Haien Moon's sword technique was harder for good swordsmen to learn. If it was just imitated then the essence of the sword technique wouldn't be learnt.

Even with Corruption, there was still 1% missing. I slowly realized the parts I was missing.

Mabe Ariel Diablo had also tried variations of it. She couldn't understand it so her stances were weak. She wasn't able to complete it her way.

But I thought differently. I intended to eat everything.

'The sword was his life.'

Understanding.

Yes, that was necessary.

There were few people that were that strong from the beginning. It was also true for Haien Moon. He only polished one sword technique for his entire life.

I trained every night that there was moonlight.

Suack!

I brandished my sword. When the moon wasn't visible, I engraved Haien Moon's movements into my mind.

An enduring swordsman. No one could go against his sword. But that became harder as he got older.

'He wanted to become stronger.'

I knew a little bit about his life. A war slave who climbed up from the bottom. He survived by using the bodies of his allies as shields and desperately tried to learn the enemy's techniques.

I didn't resemble him.

He learned his sword techniques from the battlefield like me, but I had chosen to settle.

Hwiing!

Wind blew into the room.

Wind came flowing out from the sword...the moonlight around the sword weakened.

Using the skill was smoother and more beautiful in the moonlight.

A clearing on the grounds of the castle.

Torium and dozens of skeleton soldiers were gathered in this place.

"What is this about?"

"The skin of the zombies is rotting quickly and the skeleton soldiers have stopped functioning. The bones are damaged but not unusable...we have managed to salvage 59 bones."

"Right."

I gave a small nod.

This was something I just learnt. Of course, it wasn't a typical case. This was the Underground World. In other places, zombies and skeleton soldiers couldn't die.