Lord of the Skill

Fusion

“Manager!! It's finally working!! ”

“Hmm? What's all the fuss about? ”

As the door to the office opened, the little boy ran in, covered in dirt on his face.

When I think about the order in these days, this behavior was unpleasant, but I didn't feel much of a disgust in the child's appearance.

“I've finally succeeded in growing Bonum! ”

Inside his arms was a bunch of spicy round things.

Lacan Bezas, who was sitting at the desk inside the office, smiled lightly at him.

because I know what that weird look is.

Bonum.

One of the crops that can be cultivated in Seven Thrón looked strange, but the vegetables in its shell seemed to be eating potatoes.

It was a major crop in Trammel because it was not too difficult to grow but grew dozens at a time, making it the largest proportion of food preparations that could only be replenished by hunting.

But more importantly, whether Bonum succeeds or not is a measure of one of the production skills, Cultivation Skills.

“You've finally mastered beginner cultivation. Congratulations."

“Hehe……. I'm two days behind the others, but my skills are now in C rank. ”

The child said as if he was really happy.

The fertile land of Trammel.

As God's blessing stayed in the keep, many things changed.

The biggest change is the population.

Along with the soldiers of the early three nodes, about 1,500 inhabitants lived in Trammel.

But since then, it's been about 40 days since God's blessing was created, defeating the darkness.

Trammel already has a population of over 2,500. It's an abandoned fortress, but it's bigger than any castle. Trammel is still saturated with the population.

‘Hmm...... It's hard to keep getting people like this. I have to figure something out...... ’

Lacan Bezath rolls his head in a headache at the desk in the office.

He laid out a map of his own continent.

It was not completed yet, and there was an empty place, but it was the only information on the continent at this time.

Moreover, there are so many comparable columns compared to the beginning.

People from all over the continent are rotting away, but the information they had could have completed the map this much.

He looked at several marked areas.

‘How will he solve this situation? ’

Lacan Bezas thought:

I thought about it for a few days, but there was only one way in his head. And I wondered if his thoughts were the same.

He looks carefully at some of the red X's on the map.

“This may be the final test. ”

So far, a man with a strong fever has accomplished all kinds of impossible things in Trammel.

But there was only one thing missing from the criteria of Lacan Bezas. I thought that if he solved this problem, he would be able to meet one.

‘Heroes can do it alone. But the monarch can't do it alone. ’

Seven Throne.

It is now one year since mankind was recruited on a new continent by the Rock Shumu.

You can always be a hero if you are upright and just. But Lacan Bezas did not think the throne of God was a hero.

‘Protect your own and take what is yours. To take up only one spot. ’

What he needed was more than just the grace of the hero.

Coldness.

Sometimes even cruelty is necessary.

“Indeed... Will the heat of steel be able to take away from others...?" ”

Lacan Bezath mutters in a low voice, looking at the map with sharp eyes.

The one he marked with a red X on the map.

Otherwise, they were the Nodes of existing other forces.

Boom!!

It was then.

A soldier rushed in with the door to the office open.

He sighs and shouts.

“M-Mr. La-can Bezas! There's an army at the gate...! ”

* * *

[Okay, a little more. No, the left is cleared.]

“Khh…!! ”

[You're taking too much from the right this time. I told you before, don't use your strength to balance. Push through the crowd.]

“I know... …. ”

You hear a faint groaning in the old void.

The grass around it withers yellow as if it had been stripped of moisture, and the other side burns black as if it were an earthquake, blowing dust away.

[A little more!!]

Chomps, that is...!!!

The sword in each feeble hand throws a sharp spark and bounces out of your grasp.

“Phew…! ”

Two falling swords.

One falls to the black floor and the other to the yellow, withered grass.

Slurp...

The dark power surrounds the fallen sword and becomes even more yellow.

On the contrary, the Magic Sword's epilepsy once again burns the grass that remained with the hot heat.

“Damn……! ”

Taking hold of the incoming arm, the fever spits out disdain without even knowing it.

[That's because you don't have enough magic left at the end. Pushing power is important, but don't forget that your magical power and the absolute depths of darkness are different.]

“I know. Keep in mind. ”

[I've been doing this for 40 days. The cows would understand.]

“ ……. ”

The fever frowns at Kungen's words.

‘What is the problem with talent...? ’

The thought of holding a fallen sword.

‘Day 40.'

It's been 40 days since Kungen said.

Whatever happened to his plan, he had 40 days to complete it.

‘There is something to be done for the remaining 20 days. But……. ’

However, I felt like I was running out of stamina without making any progress, so I bit my hot lips.

Ordinary, soldier of the Swordsman.

Because that's who you are.

A person like Choi Hyuk-soo or Yun Sun-mi asked if he would have succeeded easily. He looked bitter.

[You said one word and the grass died again. Sometimes you are so senseless, but sometimes you are so weak.]

Kungen, who had no idea what was going on in his heart, said as if it was fun to watch the figure of inferiority.

[Don't rush. You're amazing, how you can think like this.]

“What?"

[Combining completely different magical and dark forces into one is virtually impossible. That's why I'm going to use my spiritual power as a fusion agent.]

“That's it... ”

Kungen's words make him smile awkwardly.

Transition of ideas.

Although he says so, perhaps he was trying to borrow Kungen's power because he lacked his abilities.

“It's nothing. Well, I can't even balance it properly. ”

[Well, that's why it's great.]

“What……. ”

[You don't seem to know your greatness yet.]

“No more nonsense compliments. ”

[Praise? Do you think I, the Spirit King, am only trying to shake my father's heart at you, mortal?]

The fever did not answer Kungen's words.

And he said,

[You have both magic and darkness in your body at the same time. Besides, they're not using it properly yet, but they're absorbing me and my spirit.]

Kungen was a horse.

[And your natural flame. You think it's just two, but it's not. Your body contains four powers. You think it's no big deal, but have you ever considered the repulsive effect of failing to combine the two forces in a situation like that?]

“ ……. ”

[It would have been impossible for a normal human being to have the power of these four completely different attributes in his body in the first place. And you?]

Heatless listens to him quietly.

[You may have thought of it naturally, but to a sword possessed by fire and my spirit, you put your magic to good use. If it had been wrong, the magic of the sword could have disappeared, or the magic of the sword could have failed to perform its function.]

Paz, that is……!

A spark rises from his sword.

[And my electric shocks were naturally fused with magical powers. You already know the balance. No one taught me that.]

“But……. ”

[Darkness is no different. After 40 days, I'll tell you what I mean by cows. You can't do what your body already remembers because you're trying to do it with your head. If it's been 40 days, it's time to know. You're already thinking about what you can do differently.]

“But I'm still failing. I still can't feel it... ”

The fever shakes his head tirelessly.

“The fusion of magical and dark forces is different from the evolution sword and your brain warfare. Completely the opposite. Maybe the idea of putting the two together in the first place was wrong. ”

[It was the spirit that thought that way. It's just that you haven't acquired the right spirit yet.]

The Spirit of Kungen.

What you need to master it properly is an aesthetic.

But it takes too much time to gather materials to learn.

‘Would it be better to hunt at this hour and put up a stat? ’

Blurred anxiety.

Heatless shakes his head to get rid of it.

‘No, not now. ’

[You must have lost your mind again. I can't help it if I'm human... If you keep thinking about it, let it flow. I can't do it if I keep worrying in my head like rotting water.]

Kungen said to keep the feeble mind at bay.

I laughed at myself to see if I, the Spirit King, could say such a kind thing to humans.

At first, he was merely willing to observe his march, but in the process of fusing magical and dark forces, he became interested in the idea of using his spiritual power.

“What did you just say? ”

[Umm…? What do you mean?]

“What I just said. ”

The fever rises in a hurry.

[Guy……. That's how much comfort you want to hear.]

“Spill it?”

Kungen's voice suddenly smiled at his appearance, but his fever was serious.

“Yes, why didn't I think of that? Why did you try to lock him up without moving? ”

[I don't know... ….]

In a word of fever, Kungen shut his mouth without being able to speak any more.

He had a hunch.

[…… something came to mind.]

Now I know it's a moment when I don't need your support or your comfort.

“Yes, I can't bind both powers with my abilities right now. ”

His eyes tremble.

“Kungen, you're right. Changing the idea. We need to match the amount of magic and dark power. But I don't have to do it. I'd rather let it flow if I can't hold it. ”

One image drawn in your head.

Heatless quickly engages two sacks of swords.

“That too…… faster. ”

At that moment, two forces surge from both swords of fever.

However, until now, if there were separate magical and dark forces embedded in the sword, this time, the two overlapping swords began to rotate rapidly.

‘If you leave it like this, it will explode again. But if we coalesce Kungen's spirit at the crossroads of the sword to minimize repulsive force.... ’

As if two liquids were swirling rapidly in a large vessel, the dark forces that originated in the brainstorm flowed into the epilepsy, riding on the tip of the sword.

On the contrary, the magical forces of the epilepsy begin to blend into the stroke.

Wooooo...!

The two forces that had seeped into the overlapped sword began to rotate at an even more ferocious speed, and the stronger the magical and dark vortex within the concussion, the more the fever began to tremble.

You can see the magic and dark forces seeping from the blade without overcoming the speed of the rotating force within the blade.

[Dangerous. At this rate...!!]

Kungen shouts.

However, he already knew that there was no heat.

‘Finally, hold it with an evolution sword so that it does not leak out the rotating force. ’

* Sobbing *

It was then.

As I cut down as hard as I could with the blade crossed between the concussion and the concussion, the X-slash slicing through the air cracked open the air.

Kwaga Gaga...!

Kwaga...!!!!

Extreme Wind Blast.

At that moment, even the zealot who cut the sword couldn't overcome its power, so he slumped back and retreated.

Kuaaaaahhh!!!

The sword protruding from the two sacks did not have enough to shatter the old wall, so the power did not dissipate, but continued to make a sound.

The black spot turned black as if it were on fire, and the only sharp black spot that turned the floor upside down showed its power.

[Really...... It surprises me every time.]

Kungen sticks his tongue out for nonsense.

“Th-this is a success. ”

It was done by itself, but so was the surprising heat.

I never imagined that the combination of magical and dark forces would produce this much power.

“Thank God……. You can do it now. ”

The fever settles on the floor, exhaling a sigh of relief rather than joy of success.

[What can you do? Then why were you in such a hurry? Are you prepared for a war?]

“War? Ah... Is that what you're saying? ”

Kungen's question made me smile feverish.

“Trammel will continue to receive people. There won't be enough room, but we can make it. ”

How?

It was then.

“Commander…!! Now... more than 1,000 soldiers appear at the gate!! ”

A raid?

However, it is strange. Despite the screams of the rushing soldier, fever does not seem to have noticed the sudden emergence of troops.

Rather, the expression of waiting.

He nods and says to Kungen,

“In my way. ”