Reincarnation of the Sword Master

They walked without a word. The same number of previously-apparents didn't show up. I just walked in the indescribable darkness.

Soon, a large square came out of the end of the passageway. In the middle of the square was a high jade seat, and someone was sitting on it.

"Sir!"

“…….”

At Geran's cry, the opponent slowly raised his face. I couldn't see my expression because my whole body was covered in darkness.

"…disciple. Long time no see."

Garron faltered for a moment with a strangely twisted voice. He twisted his face, clenched his fist, and opened his mouth.

"What happened? Oh, my! Why did you do that?”

"I am perfectly fine. It can't be as peaceful as it is now."

"… Were you there? Mr. Crocus."

Arna took a step closer with a stiff face. The face beyond the darkness seemed to smile.

"Oh, yeah. Arna. I've been here before and still here."

"…you were reported missing."

"It's not missing. He just hid himself to see how it went without me. It was quite a sight.”

Arna bit her lips. I could feel instinctively that something was strange. Crocus, the bottom owner of the house after a long time, had too much to remember.

"…that's great anyway. ID Crocus. I beg you. Please bear the spirit. It's going to spread out and if it goes wrong, it's going to affect the Empire."

But she turned a blind eye to it. I spoke to Crocus as always with hope. The man in the dark slowly opened his mouth.

"Why me?"

"…what?"

Arna's eyes shook. The vain hope began to break. Crocus followed calmly.

"Why should I have these?"

"… isn't Mr. Crocus the owner of the bottom!"

Arna screamed like a scream. He shouted like a child denying the death of his family.

"Isn't Mr. Crocus the one who devours the darkness of the world? What if you deny your role!"

"It devours darkness. It's not wrong. Yes, it's my job to eat the things that exist in the world, and to broaden the boundaries between the mana and the world."

Crocus muttered, but it was never a positive tone. It was as if he was laughing at how stupid he was.

"In the past, a bloody warrior defeated Ma. My job's gone."

Arna paused at Crocus' words. The remark was true. As soon as the warrior defeated the devil, all the horses that existed in the world were driven out.

"It was okay at first. I had darkness in my arms, so I wouldn't let it escape. But I'm getting more and more suspicious.”

Crocus laughed. As if to respond, darkness began to fluctuate everywhere. The guards tightened their arms with trembling hands.

"I am a man of spirit. But there is no darkness in the world. Then why should I exist? Why do I have to be bound by this damn bondage? Why do I have to be stuck in this little basement all my life?”

It's a self-denial. The anger that the person who loses value vomits. Arna withdrew from the emotion contained in it. Crocus growled.

"It's over now."

a harmonious music

Darkness has spread. The darkness surrounding the crossers gradually climbed to the bottom.

"I will put everything down. He will break his chains and regain his freedom."

"Uh…."

"Huh!"

Darkness is getting thicker. Hold the guards by the ankles to prevent them from moving. Crocus said to Ron, looking up at him blankly.

"So he's a disciple. Let's talk."

At that moment, darkness surrounded them.

***

Asher touched the darkness before her eyes. The darkness of existence was blocking them like a hard film.

The open darkness surrounded Geron and Crocus tightly. The inside was not seen from the outside.

[Did he lose his reason?] I understand. If a warrior really kicked Ma out of the world, he doesn't need a bottom master.

"How the hell... Mr. Crocus....”

Arna sat down and mumbled with a blank face. She had a lot of meetings with Crocus. He was always kind to her, who lived alone, and had deep trust by telling her many things.

So she couldn't understand Crocus.

"Why…!"

Although he threw up with injustice, the reality did not change. Tacan laughed.

"You humans are so weak. Weak, so it changes. It's just too weak for me.”

"Ca, you..."

Arna looked at Tacan with mournful eyes, but shook her head.

"Don't look at me. It hurts my pride, but I can't help it."

The takan pounded the black membrane. The bone in my hand was numb from the strong backlash.

"I'm impossible. He doesn't know."

Takan's eyes moved. Arna also followed Tacan's gaze. At the end of the line of sight was Asher.

People's eyes were on him, but Asher didn't even pay attention. Asher stared at the black screen in front of her.

I didn't expect it. I never thought the owner of the bottom was destroyed. He was strong, intelligent, and more determined than anyone else. He wasn't a person who changed so easily.

Time changes a lot. in good or bad directions Three years. Enough time to change.

"Is that really all?"

There was a doubt that it would be the same. Asher gave strength to the hand that had been blocked.

Boom boom.

Gold spread over the membrane. Tacan laughed in Arsenia's dismay. Gold gradually spread and began to crack.

***

"…what, Master."

Geran asked with trembling eyes. The old teacher was actually a hero. In addition, it is corrupted and deals with strange things. He barely managed to hold on to his shaky spirit and shouted in denial.

"What is it?"

"I'll give you my power."

Crocus ignored Geron's question. Geran twisted his face.

"No!"

There is no right to refuse. If you don't like it, you have to force it."

"Ee. Ee. Ee!"

Geran tried to run away, but a ray of darkness stretched out and caught him.

Crocus slowly descended from the throne and approached Geron. The darkness covering the whole body subsided and Crocus was revealed. An old man appeared so old that it was difficult to even keep his body in shape. Geran shouted in triumph.

"What the hell! Why? You were so kind! What the hell is wrong with this!"

Geran was an old man, so he grumbled, but he liked the cross. His thoughts, values, and mind. I liked all of it. I never wanted the same result.

Crocus' eyes shook at Geron's words. He hesitated for a moment and sighed as if he were venting all his emotions.

"I'm tired.”

"Tired..."

"Yeah. How long do you think I've been here? I have not been able to get out of here for as long as 60 or 60 years after my first succession."

At the words of Crocus, Geron paused. Crocus gave a bitter smile.

"I couldn't go outside because I was told that walking alone would spread darkness in the world. It's just for me, but it's a prison after all right? Prison only for me."

"…so you're going to put the blame on me?”

"No way."

Crocus shook his head.

"I'm not a bad guy. The power I give you is the power to live in this dangerous world. You don't have to be in jail unlike me.”

Crocus said with an extended mouth.

"Well, student, do you know? What do I do not want to be put in jail?"

A twisted laugh broke out of him.

"You can turn the world into a prison!"

Darkness erupts. They fill the space, creaking, and swirling everywhere. The vast darkness that would cover the whole world began to swell.

"My God! Spread out to the world! Color everything into a world where my disciples are not ostracized!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Geran screamed. He is also familiar with the horse. That's why I can tell what Crocus is doing right now.

Crocus was now trying to break the boundaries between the horse and the ground.

Geran shouted evilly.

"Stop it!"

"You can't do that! If you don't do this, you'll be stuck here and have a hard life. I'd rather do that."

I will color the world with my soul.

Crocus twisted his lips.

[Laughing...]

The space shakes. The cracks in the dark spread and gradually there are terrible things beyond. As the world suddenly darkens, those who have good senses tremble with fear.

The world and the world are about to coincide.

Crocus burst the mine.

"In the past. All those who tried to destroy the world were killed by heroes. But now they're gone. There is no one who can stop me."

"You're talking shit.”

a quadduck

"What?"

The curtain of darkness breaks with words heard from somewhere. The darkness that was spreading around the world slowly disappears. As the crack disappears, the things that have been passed over are screaming and weighed down. Crocus' wrinkled face wrinkles more.

"Who are you?"

"Bother."

Asher walked into the darkness.

***

That was a close call.]

Because the balance was shaken by breaking the darkness, it was delayed to spread to the world. If it had been a little later, things could have come out beyond the darkness.

Crocus managed his facial expression and said,

"I can't believe I broke the darkness. You seem to have a good opinion."

"That's my opinion."

There was no such thing. I just broke it with my power.

Crocus waved his arm.

"So, are you the one who can stop me?"

Darkness has spread. The tsunami-like ones engulfed the guards and the Arna.

"You're the one! You're trying to stop me!"

Emotions are embedded in the darkness. The power of those who were heroes was enough to kneel and subdue those who were weak at a single stroke.

But it was only funny to Asher.

"No qualifications, no rights, no obligations. Everyone who throws away and tries to run away is talking rubbish.”

"…you."

Asher calmly accepted the darkness, Crocus twisted his face. And soon after, Asher's words hardened him like a doll.

"I don't regret it. This is the path I chose, and it's what I wanted to do. So my resolution will not change."

“…….”

Crocus opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. I just stared blankly at Asher, unbelievably.

"How can I..."

"That's what you said when you inherited your power. Don't you think it's funny? I can't believe my ironclad determination has changed in just three years.”

"How dare you! That's what I'm saying!"

Asher did not respond to Crocus's cry, which shook his body roughly like a dragon stabbed with disgust. I just picked up the sword and headed for the cross.

"That's not the point. You've become evil. He's no longer a hero."

And they were defeated by heroes without exception.

"I'm not a hero... But we still have to open the horse and we can't just wait and see."

"…you and me."

Crocus growled like an animal. He glared at Asher with his wounded eyes.

"You're going to take me down? You're not a hero, you're nothing! Bluff! Be swallowed, lose your ego, and fall into oblivion!

The darkness moves. Those who touch lose themselves and go crazy. It was different from the power of the low horse race. If swallowed intact, even a hero would forget himself and become a fanatic.

"Hahahaha!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It hit Asher. The darkness obscured Asher. Crocus burst the mine and Geran screamed.

"Well, let's talk again. Student…."

Whoo-hoo!

As soon as the crocus turned, the air split. Crocus instinctively realized the danger and leaned down. The window glanced past him by the very end of the line.

"Oh, my!"

Crocus turned around in surprise. In the dark, Asher walked out with a blank face.