Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Fill the Gap (3)

The ban on Leslie was reliable enough.

Leon Hart had already checked it, and Kibie had guaranteed that it was safe.

Of course, if her level became too high, there was a possibility that the ban would be lifted, but it would be pretty helpful to raise her level to 100.

A high-level Spiritist was useful.

But Ryu Han-bin left her in the church on purpose.

“Leslie’s an Earthling. Things are different from yours.”

It was a kind of providence that Latna’s Dragon race became strong after taking energy.

Even if Artis or Effir died, unfortunately, the energy would only be returned to Latna.

But Leslie was different.

She was an Alien, and the energy she took from that world would be directed at Omphalos, not Latna.

Raising the level of Aliens itself was tantamount to sinning against Latna.

“That is not Kybriel’s will.”

Kibie unexpectedly suggested raising the level of Leslie.

Given the circumstances, it wasn’t wrong to have that power at the expense of such losses.

But Han-bin opposed it.

“I can’t believe the Guidelines. How can we know what’s going to happen if we raise her level?”

He had seen too many hidden traps of the Devil in the Guidelines.

Omphalos had created a vicious system such as the movement of corpses, so they didn’t know what else might be hidden.

“Thanks to that, I was able to solve a long-standing question.”

There was something he had been wondering about before.

Why did the Devil send the level mid-20s Aliens to Latna?

If he was going to kill the Goddesses, he could’ve raised them a little stronger before doing so.

He finally understood.

“It means he doesn’t want them to use the resources of his dimension but nibble away at Latna’s energy instead. If they grow stronger and finish the Goddesses, that would be amazing for them, and if you die on the way, he’ll have nothing to lose.”

He gained a rough idea of why the Devil raised them to level 20 and sent them to Latna.

“If he just throws them at Latna from level one, they would be too likely to die before they can do anything.”

If not, there was a possibility that they wouldn’t even think about fighting at all.

It would’ve been necessary to familiarize themselves with combat to some extent, as they might just become a farmer or merchant of Latna at level 1.

“I still don’t understand why the devil allowed them to gain experience whenever we kill the Dungeon monsters, though.”

Artis shrugged his shoulders.

“Han-bin, if they know you’ve grown this much, they’ll get enraged. You’ve been eating away at Omphalos’s resources for decades, haven’t you?”

“Really? You’ve been screwing them over before I knew it.”

Of course, he couldn’t be satisfied with just that for revenge.

He would have to pay the right price to them.

“To do that, I need to be stronger than I am now.”

Holding Gigant, Ryu Han-bin was determined.

So Effir tilted her head.

“In terms of becoming stronger, is this a special curriculum?”

Leon Hart said the six Templar Lords were preparing a unique course for Han-bin.

But somehow, only they were becoming more robust.

Ryu Han-bin shook his head.

“Oh, I haven’t even started yet. It’s just that I’ve reinforced you guys.”

It was because the Templar Lords weren’t ready yet.

“I don’t know why, but you’re hunting wolf-type monsters for some reason.”

“Huh? For what?”

Effir blinked her eyes.

During his days in the Rocky mountain, Ryu Han-bin had gained formidable physical abilities by dealing with numerous demon dogs.

“Maybe he’s trying to recreate it?”

“No way. My physical abilities won’t be strengthened just because my opponent is a canine.”

It was just that he had steadily improved his ability thanks to the monsters that scaled with his level, which came out on time.

“Even if the opponent wasn’t a demon dog, but a monster cat, a monster cow, or a monster chicken, the result would have been the same.”

“Then why?”

Han-bin looked doubtful to Effir’s next question.

“Well…”

* * *

Han-bin’s group left the Ice-Flame Forest and returned to Serhithran.

He would’ve booked the inn if he was still an average Hunter, but he no longer had to.

After all, they had become the apostles of the Goddesses and state guests of Allendia!

They could live comfortably in the residence of the Governor-General in Serhithran.

Artis and Effir, who had lived a hard life in the countryside, were pleased.

“Wow, this is what power tastes lie!”

“It’s so comfortable to have someone waiting for me. They take care of the food and the laundry.”

The young Korean man, who usually used to use those two dragons due to level restrictions, was calm.

“Unexpectedly, you guys are simplistic, aren’t you?”

Artis and Effir went into training separately to digest the energy they had accumulated.

Ryu Han-bin met again with the returning six Templar Lords.

Everyone looked bright. Han-bin asked them, looking forward to their results.

“It must have worked out well, huh?”

Leon Hart answered confidently.

“Yes, at last, we’re all set.”

Initially, the Templar Lords had planned to work hard to fill the gaps of Ryu Han-bin.

However, through the battle against Hollien, they realized that they didn’t have to.

To be exact, watching him deal with Fenrir, her strongest summon.

“We’ve been thinking all along that you’re not talented. Hence why you lack high-level swordsmanship and why you’re less skilled.”

Han-bin brightened up at Leon Hart’s words.

“Am I talented?”

“No, you are not.”

“…”

“But your lack of talent doesn’t mean that your swordsmanship isn’t delicate or that you’re less skilled in combat.”

Ryu Han-bin had fought and fought in the Rocky Mountain for more than 22 years.

Enduring those long years of hell, he eventually survived.

“You’ve been fighting for so long, and you can’t be less sophisticated and less skilled.”

He was undoubtedly at the master’s level as far as fighting demon dogs.

He used different tricks to slay them in every battle.

That was why in other battles, there remained a slight deviation.

“All we have to do is correct your gap. You don’t have to get back to the basics.”

All six Templar Lords knew well about Ryu Han-bin’s swordsmanship.

They had been sparring day and night, and they had fought together several times.

“What we needed was for us to understand why your swordsmanship was done that way.”

On purpose, he only dealt with wolf-type monsters and dug into the logic of Han-bin’s skills.

“Thanks to you, I was able to complete this.”

Leon Hart triumphantly held out a booklet.

It included swordsmanship that broadly interpreted Ryu Han-bin’s senses and skills, which specialized in fighting demon dogs, created by the leading fighters on the continent to deal with his opponents, not canines.

If he learned that perfectly, he could handle not only the demon dogs but the humans, the monsters, and eventually any other powerful individual!

He would be able to beat everything like a dog!

“I named it the Dog-Beating Swordsmanship!”

“…”

“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you like it?”

“No, it’s all good, but the name…”

* * *

The six Templar Lords seized Ryu Han-bin and began to teach him their theory of the new swordsmanship.

Sabine Asil spoke slowly.

“You don’t need better swordsmanship now.”

His original sword skills were sophisticated and skilled enough.

The skills of the Sword King were already high-level swordsmanship proven to be the strongest on the continent.

“What you need is a bridge between those two swordsmanships.”

They weren’t asking him to fight the enemy with the Dog-Beating swordsmanship.

Rather, if he learned that, he would be able to perform the swordsmanship of the Sword King more perfectly.

Under the teachings of the Templar Lords, Ryu Han-bin swung Gigant in the air.

Every time, Frederick and Palmer corrected his posture and pointed out what he misjudged.

Instead of learning hard, Han-bin clicked his tongue.

“What an extravagant practice this is.”

The six Templar Lords were the best masters and experts of the field in Latna.

How could they stick to him and guide him and even invent new swordsmanship?

Looking back at Leon Hart, Ryu Han-bin suddenly asked a question.

“But this book of swordsmanship, can I carry it around like this? Wouldn’t it be leaked to the outside?”

In martial arts novels seen in the military, there were quite a few developments in which such precious swordsmanship was obtained and memorized quickly and burned.

“Isn’t the world like that?”

“You don’t have to.”

Angelica smirked.

“Who else would find this useful besides Han-bin?”

It was true.

Unless an Alien, who had been fighting nothing but demon dogs for 22 years, fell into Latna again, that swordsmanship was only valid for him.

Embarrassed, Han-bin tilted his head.

“I thought it was weird. No matter how much of a genius one is, does it make sense to expect a human brain to read a book and memorize it all?”

Leon Hart wondered.

“Huh? I can do that.”

The other Templar Lords tilted their heads.

“I can do that too.”

“Don’t we usually do it?”

“Han-bin, you mean you can’t?”

“…”

That was right.

Those humans were all geniuses in that world.

“You’re great.”

While grumbling, Ryu Han-bin grabbed Gigant.

“Sigh, if your brain isn’t smart, you have to fill the gap with your body.”

* * *

Martial arts weren’t only understood by the head.

It was also necessary to check with the body.

After the morning theoretical lecture, Ryu Han-bin and the six Templar Lords came out to the backyard of their official residence.

It was to apply the theory of Dog-Beating swordsmanship that he had mastered through sparring.

The first opponent was Frederick, the Lord of Sorondi’s Templars.

The middle-aged man in thick armor, armed with mace and shield, came forward.

Ryu Han-bin faced him while holding Gigant.

He was just about to pull up Aura.

“Wait, Han-bin.”

Frederick dissuaded him.

“Huh? Why?”

“For now, use up all your Aura. After that, we have to fight.”

Han-bin wondered.

“Why? Leon Hart said that Aura and swordsmanship are separate.”

“That’s no way to train a Sword King. But this isn’t swordsmanship for combat, is it?”

It was swordsmanship to fill his gaps.

“Your Aura is too vast. It’s hard to feel the gap in that state.”

They said that the performance effect was also flawed because the defective parts were filled with Aura.

“Right now, Lord Lacrell of Allendia does.”

He was the most powerful knight in the Fairy Kingdom, and by swordsmanship, he was a master beyond the six Templar Lords.

“Isn’t the overwhelming defeat of Lord Lacrell to you simply because of your Aura and brute strength?”

“I see.”

Ryu Han-bin held the Gigant again.

Angelica, who was watching from the side, pointed around.

“I’ve got the whole backyard sealed. Put a lot of cross-impact in the air with confidence. It won’t be detected outside.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

There was an appropriate skill that was much quieter than cross-impact and had no destruction of property.

It even took a lot to get there.

With a big smile, Han-bin aimed the Gigant in the air.

And he activated the skill!

-Lord Throughout Heaven and Earth!

Since the opponent was not divine, the absolutely useless skill poked the air.

Of course, it only consumed Aura.

The Templar Lords smiled bitterly.

“Oh, well…”

“That works.”

“That’s a lot more efficient.”

“But why is Leon Hart so far away?”

“No, it’s for precaution. I can’t let the blessing of the Goddesses be affected, right?”

“… It wasn’t, was it?”

“I know that, but I still feel…”

As it was, Ryu Han-bin used the skill ‘Lord Throughout Heaven and Earthh’ several more times.

As he continued to consume Aura, a great sense of helplessness struck his whole body.

“Wow, I’m tired…”

Eventually, he couldn’t use it anymore.

He looked back at Frederick, gasping for air.

“I’m ready now.”

“I’ll go then!”

The two men collided in the backyard.

A loud metal sound followed the colorful sparring.

At that moment, Ryu Han-bin was overwhelmingly pushed back.

“Argh! Ugh!”

As expected, it was challenging to deal with the Templar Lord with physical ability alone.

Patting Han-bin’s entire body with a mace, Frederick continued his sincere advice.

“The swordsmanship of the Sword King is a basic skill!”

Thud! Thud!

“Use the Dog-Beating Swordsmanship to fill the gaps of the swordsmanship of the Sword King!”

Thud!

“Correcting the mistake doesn’t mean you have to hang on to it! Focus your mind and keep an eye on the right path!”

Thud!

The scream echoed over the blue sky of Serhithran.

“Wow. Woah!”

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