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0.01 Second Sword Master Episode 175
Tsutsutsutsu-
Perhaps it was because there was no one around to see it, but now all of their bravado and infatuation had disappeared.
Maybe that’s why I screamed in fright when this green light tried to swallow me.
But nothing really harmed me.
Rather, the light was completely absorbed by me.
“I was scared for nothing.”
I cleared my throat in shame and checked the power absorbed just now.
[The power of life]
-It is the power of creation that makes life blossom.
– The power of life is proportional to the power of the caster.
-You can breathe new life into it, but you cannot resurrect the dead.
I’ve been playing this game for a very long time, but today I first learned that this skill exists.
“Terkka or that bastard said earlier that only Rahal could take this power.”
But how was I able to absorb this power?
“Maybe he was talking nonsense again.”
As a demonstration, I put my hand on the trunk of a tree growing next to it.
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Then, as the power of life was manifested, a small flower rose above it.
The power to bloom beautiful flowers, this was my new ability.
“What a useless ability.”
But it wasn’t particularly impressive.
It seemed to be just for making new flowers bloom or for reviving withered ones.
“It’s not like I’m coming here to do landscaping.”
Since he didn’t usually go to see flowers, it was even more useless.
“Open the door, man.”
I kicked the closed entrance with my foot.
Then the blocked entrance opened with a creaking sound.
“Your majesty!”
“Your majesty!!”
“Are you all right!”
Outside, my subordinates came running to me in amazement.
“We tried to destroy the place where His Majesty was sucked in, but there was nothing, so we were at a loss.”
Okay?
Looking back, there were only tree trunks that had been completely crushed by his men.
That means I was sucked into the portal.
‘But if it’s enough to crush it like that…’
If I had been inside, I would have been killed by their swords.
“There is nothing more to see here. Go back.”
“Yes!”
In the end, I couldn’t find the door here either.
So where the heck is this door?
* * *
“An insignificant god.”
Did he treat Remegeton like that, not another god?
Tercana laughed at her absurd confidence.
But-
“It might really seem insignificant to him.”
Black Meteora is Aslan, who not only created that terribly powerful skill casually, but also trampled countless enemies mercilessly.
Such an achievement was only possible because he was Rahal, not a human.
In addition, now he was reaping the power he had sown on this continent one by one.
Didn’t he come to directly take the power of life that he didn’t budge even when he poured out a lot of demonic energy?
What is Rahal trying to do by regaining all her powers?
If Rahal regains all his powers before Leme Geton even resurrects…!
“What are you doing there?”
Then, at the voice of Moderus calling her, Tercana loosened her serious face and smiled.
“I was thinking about a few things for the future.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. I think we need to resurrect Remegeton as soon as possible. Aslan’s power is getting stronger than I thought.”
“… Can you become stronger there? Who is he?”
“The opponent is not an ordinary race, but a god. Isn’t that Rahal who created this world?”
Moderus let out a short sigh.
“It looks like they are pressuring you to quickly capture another Babylon for the resurrection of Remegeton.”
“Looks like I’ve been too obvious. But isn’t it impossible to capture Babylon without Moderus-sama?”
“Uneasy. As word spread that I had captured and killed two Babylonians, the other Babylonians had already gone into hiding. I’ll have to find them first.”
“If not, I have located them. Would you like to go right now?”
Moderus walked toward the portal Tercana had opened.
And Tercana looked at Remegeton’s tomb over there.
Lemegeton.
His resurrection was not far off.
Then he will finally achieve what he has been planning for a long time.
Tercana’s deep smile was painted on her face, as she felt that day was not far off.
* * *
Although he obtained the ability of life force, he had practically abandoned it because there was no place to use it.
“Your majesty. These are the things that have been uploaded as genuine products this time.”
Since the establishment of the empire and becoming the emperor, gifts have been posted periodically.
There were things from each kingdom, and there were also things from other races that voluntarily surrendered to our empire.
“These are said to be statues made of Asriltadium.”
“Ashriltadium?”
“Yes. There is only one place on this continent that can be mined. The material is very hard and it is a precious resource with strong resistance that cannot be pierced by magic. Small sculptures made of it are often sold at very high prices.”
Asriltadium was a substance I was familiar with.
It boasts very strong durability, and especially has magic resistance, so armor made with it is treated as a legend.
However, it was a material that was rarely found or used because it was difficult to collect resources and a huge amount of money was required to assemble the ones on the market.
I’ve only made armor out of this material once when I played this game before.
‘Can you make one with this right now?’
The problem is that you need a blacksmith who can properly process this material to make armor…
“The Ren race is called the people of art, and it is said that they have sculpted various things using Asril Stadium. Among them is a huge statue of a dragon. If His Majesty gives an order, it is said that a statue worthy of His Majesty’s achievements will be made.”
I nodded and said.
“I get it. Leave it here for now.”
“Yes.”
Small figurines the size of little fingers made of asriltadium were placed on my desk.
“Cute.”
7 statues.
It looked like a statue modeled after cute monsters, perhaps intentionally.
According to the explanation of the knight who delivered this, it has a symbolic meaning of bestowing blessings.
It looked like a statue that a lot of rich people would be very crazy about.
“Hmm?”
But that was just then.
As I was caressing the small statue with my fingers, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation at my fingertips, followed by a green light.
“…?”
The light soon seeped into the statue.
Unknowingly, the power of life was manifested.
And,
“Kyulururu-.”
“Ugh!”
The statue burst into tears and began to wriggle.
“Kyuluru?”
The body and face were the same size, the eyes were round, and the cheeks protruded cutely on both sides.
What should I say about this
Should I say it feels like seeing a cute tiger drawn as a caricature?
“… Uh, it’s so cute. Crazy.”
Am I finally old
Such uncontrollable cuteness.
I continued to stroke the hair of the guy I was touching with my fingers.
Then the boy burst into tears and suddenly his body stiffened.
“…?”
What. What’s the matter?
I tried tapping the guy.
But just as it was the first time I saw it, it seemed like it had just returned to a normal statue.
“No way······.”
The power of life is proportional to the power of the caster.
Since it is the power of life that was breathed into by this absurdly weak power of Aslan, the time it takes to maintain it is very short.
“Then can’t we just do it one more time?”
I stroked his head again and breathed life into it.
Then the boy’s body twitched and moved again.
“Kyulururu.”
However, it wasn’t long before he returned to the statue again.
“For a moment. Then, if I mix this with the momentary supernatural power and use it…”
Are you saying this guy can still survive?
It was time to put my hand on the statue as an experiment.
[Ah. Aslan. Is Aslan there?]
It was Eltihi’s voice.
A voice was coming out of the crystal ball Eltihi had given him the other day.
“Eltihi?”
As she got closer to the crystal ball, she saw her face.
[Okay. Grow. Can you come over here now? Or should I pick you up?]
“…”
Why should this come and go
“What is going on?”
[Something unusual has happened. I thought I should tell you first, so I connected it with a crystal ball.]
Seeing Eltihi speak with such a serious face, it seemed like something big was going on.
“Wait a minute.”
In case of an emergency, I accompanied Alexander, Raphael, and Ryla Khan to the place where Eltihi was by teleportation.
“Here you are.”
Eltihi glanced at Lylakan, who was next to me.
“You are here too.”
“Don’t look at me with those eyes. I have also followed Your Majesty’s orders.”
“Joy. Either that or not.”
Eltihi introduced the woman next to me.
“This is the chief of the Harel tribe, Mier.”
If it’s the Harel people… They are known as a tribe that protects the forest.
Maybe that’s why there is no interaction with other races other than elves.
“Nice to see you. My name is Mier.”
Indeed, Mier’s eyes looking at me were not good.
He seems to be very wary.
“This is Aslan.”
But what is the reason for calling me here?
Perhaps reading my thoughts, Eltihi went straight to the main topic.
“I have something to show you.”
El Tyhi said and snapped his fingers.
Then, in an instant, we were moved to a wasteland.
When I used it once, Eltihi was very free to use space movement with a filthy long cooldown.
“This is…”
“It is the land of the Harel people.”
Is this the land of the Harelites?
If so, surely the bushes should be overgrown and the trees should stand tall?
“This was originally a place full of life. It was a place made possible by Rahal’s blessing. But······. Since last time, the flowers have dried up and died, and now it has become a wasteland to the extent that even traces of them cannot be found.”
Mier continued with a sad face.
“We, the Harel people, are beings who live by the life force of the forest. So they are moving their bases as if they are being chased, but the black power that makes forests disappear is gradually destroying all forests.”
Then El Tihi, who was next to her, helped her.
“This is the first time I’ve seen this. Suddenly the forest is disappearing as if it had lost its vitality. Why did this happen… Could it be that the forest is warning that Remegeton’s resurrection is not far away? Or maybe some force that supports this forest has disappeared…”
At that moment, I felt a tingling sensation.
No way-
‘Did I get to this point because I took the power of life?’
Then wouldn’t all the forests disappear starting from here?
It was then.
“…?”
Just like when he touched the statue earlier, something wriggled in his body and he kept trying to get out.
When I released it without blocking it, the power of life spread slowly and a small flower bloomed under my feet.
“What? Flowers at Aslan-sama’s feet…!”
At the same time, Mier shouted, and this time, intense bravado began to boil.
“If the forest dies, isn’t it something that can be revived?”
“Do you think that is easier said than done? Life is something that cannot be manipulated even by magic.”
“Then your magic must be lacking.”
“What?”
I breathed the momentary strength into the power of life and tried to spread it as it was.
Then, as a strong green wave spreads widely,
“!?”
“This, this!”
In a wasteland without a single blade of grass, flowers and bushes grew, and trees spread out over them in an instant, turning it into a dense forest.
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