Tremble!
The entire castle trembles. Elbido stops his pen and looks in a certain direction.
"My king…"
It has been three days since the king entered the training room. Since then the castle has been constantly shaking as if a massive beast is slamming into it.
Elbido sighs and resumes his work. He has full faith in his king. In the entire tree those who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him can be counted in the fingers.
But still his eyes are full of worry. Since that day the king has been acting strange.
"The king called me by name."
Unconsciously Elbido uttered those words and froze. This is something that has never happened before.
The king is so high and mighty other than work he won't even dare to talk to the king.
"I hope everything is alright."
Inside the training room a blonde man is standing holding his right fist.
Around him everything is in a wreck. The floor is broken with many holes and cracks. The walls are dented everywhere. Even the ever high ceiling is almost destroyed.
The man extends his left foot forward and throws a right punch. But nothing happens.
But he is not upset, instead a smile blooms in his face.
"Finally."
After the constant hard work of three days I have finally accomplished what I wanted.
[Congratulations host for completing the first. 100 points and kings swordsmanship has been rewarded]
Even after seeing the message I still focused entirely on his body.
"Not gonna lie this body is something else. Even after using it for three whole days I don't feel any tired. I am still full of strength.
[Of course host this body belongs to the strongest being of the tree]
I can feel pride in the voice of the system but I dismiss it. But still this body is… I can't even describe it in words.
But there is this weird feeling I thought I would see a rejection from this body but I am adapting to it faster and faster. As if this body is tailor made for me.
"Now show me his swordmanship."
This is the part I am most excited about. The former king has such a strong body. How exceptional would his swordsmanship be to match up with it.
[Presenting the King Sword Chapter 1]
As the message appears a golden silhouette appears with a sword in his hand.
I look at that silhouette with all my focus. It starts moving and swings his sword.
With every swing I hold my breath and after a dozen swings the silhouette stops and disappears into golden dust.
I don't have time to care about its disappearance, my only thought is the swordsmanship it displayed.
After a few minutes of dazing I turn around to find a sword but every single weapon in this room has been damaged or broken.
I grit my teeth and call for the system. As if knowing my thoughts the system replies.
[The host already has a sword]
I tilt my head then a black armband in my right arm shines with a golden light and a sword appears.
I don't have the time to care about this phenomenon. I quickly unsheath it and look at the blade.
It is a long, straight, double-edged blade with a dark, matte black finish. The surface has a slightly textured or hammered appearance rather than being perfectly smooth.
It has a thin, dark metal crossguard with small, spiked or decorative protrusions pointing toward the blade. The handle is long enough for two-handed use and is wrapped in a dark, textured material, likely leather, for a better grip.
The hilt ends in a sharp, diamond-shaped pommel.
For a second I am mesmerised by the sword. Despite its rugged appearance I can tell it is a great treasure.
But I quickly come to my senses and take a stance just like the silhouette and start swinging.
Probability because the swordsmanship belongs to the owner of this body. I can feel that my body remembers every swing. How much force needs to be applied. How to connect each swing.
Instead of taking control I began to sync myself with my muscle memory. Carefully and skillfully performing it.
Every swing became fun and I entered a trance. Linking my first swing to next.
The system window looks at Elite in trance swinging his sword. Then it disappears in a flash.
A long time passes, I stop swinging my sword. My body is drenched in sweat.
"Huu, that was refreshing."
[Congratulations host for mastering the King Sword chapter 1. As a reward the Escalon will now belong to the host]
"You mean this sword."
I lift the black sword in my hand and ask.
[That's correct. Not only this sword, the resonator in the host hand will also belong to the host]
I look at the black band in my right hand and ask.
"What is this thing?"
[Host this is a resonator. It is the most essential tool in the tree. It is used for communication, for trade and even for storing items]
I look at the dark band impressed.
"Does this resonator belong to the former king?"
I ask, now that I have made this body mine. I am referring to the previous owner as the former king.
The system freezes for a second and the text changes.
[That's right now this belong to you]
I nod.
[There is another task for the host would you like to see it]
"That's fast but show me."
[Unique task-King Of Imaginary-Fight the simulation of previous king and gain its approval
Time Limit- Until host gives up
After clearing task the host will be rewarded with ownership of the Unique Myth 'King Of Imaginary' and a personal resonator]
I take a look at the task and say.
"A unique task means that I can only challenge it once."
Unique has many meanings but I can feel it this is how it is.
[That's right, host. You can also reject it but the task will never appear again]
I think for some time then ask.
"How strong is the former king?"
[The former king can only use the chapter 1 of King Sword]
"Only chapter 1."
From a normal person's point of view it may seem equally balanced. Same body with same stats and same sword skill.
But any sane person can tell this is suicide. The king didn't become king just because of his body and sword skill.
There will be something special and unique to him. After all kings are not born they are made by themselves.
[What will you do, host?]
I can feel the smile of the system window but how is that possible it may be my imagination.
Inhale!
I take a deep breath and nod my head.
[Constructing simulation]
'Challenging it may be but this will also be a valuable experience for me. I can't miss something like this.'
As I think to myself my surroundings change. I find myself standing in a vast golden space. Other than me it is completely empty.
I began to look around as a voice resounded.
[Constructing the clone of Elite L Gray]
Then golden light condolence and take a human form with the same height as me.
As the light fades away I can see an extremely attractive man with his bright, messy, and spiked golden hair that falls over his forehead. His eyes are gold, the same colour as his hair. And how can I forget that face he looks exactly like me. After all, I am the new host of his body after all.
He has a lean, athletic, and muscular build suited for combat. He wears a prominent short red cloak wrapped around his neck and shoulders, which flows behind him. His torso is protected by a brown, quilted or leather-like tunic reinforced with dark straps and buckles.
He looks at me with a smile on his face. But I can feel every cell in my body tense up.
'So he is the King Of Imaginary, just his presence alone is this terrifying.' I say to myself as a drop of sweat falls from my forehead.
[Trial begins]
As the voice faded away he unsheaths his sword. A bright golden blade different from my dull and black blade makes its appearance.
I subconsciously take a step back.
"What is this?"
Just by drawing his sword he makes my confidence fade away.
'I don't want to fight. I want to run away. This task is impossible. I should just give up'
Those thoughts fill my mind.
Grit!
But instead of dropping my sword I take a step forward.
'There is no point in running away. If I am going to give up I should face his sword… at least once.'
I take another step forward and shout.
"Come at me, king of this tree."
As if amused his smile widens and his figure enlarges in my eyes.
"Huh! what?"
In a blink of an eye he became as tall as a giant mountain. And I feel a terrifying pressure on my body that makes me immobile.
He then pulls his golden sword above his head. It is so slow that from my point of view he is moving in slow motion. But I know this is not good.
"Dangerous."
All my senses and instincts are telling me to dodge it. But the pressure from him is holding me in my place.
'Move damn it!'
Then, a vertical slash comes from that mountain.
I can feel the sky itself falling on my face. The ground beneath me shattered like glass as it began to cave in.
I hold the sword tightly with both my hands and use all my strength on my right leg then I extend my left leg forward with all the strength I have in my body.
His sword is getting close as I swing my sword diagonally with all my strength.
"Take this you bastard."
Both his and mine swords meet at last.
Ting!