Level 4 Human in a Ruined World

Chapter 700

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Chapter 700: Basement Floor (5)

The Twelve Swords Council.

A martial organization said to have been formed by the powerful swordsmen of the Delpo Galactic Cluster.

However, to Yeongwoo, they looked like nothing more than twelve weapon catalogs.

Because through Venura Garn, a member of the Twelve Swords Council whom he had met before, he had learned what happened when two catalogs of the same type met.

[Catalog Trade]

|Exchange the selected catalog with the other party’s catalog.

[Catalog Transfer]

|You can transfer the collection progress of a catalog you possess to another catalog of the same type.

[Catalog Enhancement]

|Consume 3 catalogs of the same type to enhance a catalog of the same type.

When two identical catalogs met, there were three possible options: an even trade, transfer of collection progress, and enhancement.

And among those, what Yeongwoo was aiming for against the Twelve Swords Council was catalog transfer and catalog enhancement.

“You’re… from the Twelve Swords Council? Really?”

When Yeongwoo asked while looking around, the ratman swordsman Sevio Fonta once again twitched his whiskers.

-If you cross swords with me, you will come to know the truth of those words.

Swoosh.

With those words, Sevio took a battle stance, and seeing this, Yeongwoo nodded.

“Looks like it wasn’t empty talk. Then are you the only one here? Did none of your other Twelve Swords Council friends come?”

He asked because catalog enhancement required three adjacent catalogs of the same type.

However, he could not hear the answer he wanted from Sevio.

-You talk a great deal. Do you fear the moment of extinction?

Then he drew the two longswords hanging diagonally at his waist at the same time.

Chwaaaaaat!

“I’ll take that to mean there aren’t any other comrades. That’s a bit disappointing.”

As Yeongwoo said this and placed his hand near Bastard, signaling that he was ready to fight, Sevio aimed the tips of his blades at Yeongwoo.

-Before you die, I shall allow you to reveal your house and name.

“Ah, me? I am Jeong Yeongwoo, head of Renaissance.”

When Yeongwoo introduced himself while pointing at himself with his thumb, Sevio pricked up his ears.

-Renaissance, is it. I have never heard of it.

“Exactly. If you’d ever heard of it even once, you wouldn’t have dared block my path.”

-There is always a reason why a name is not widely known.

Sevio did not lose a single word.

Then he crossed the swords held one in each hand and spoke sharply.

-But know it as an honor that you have faced this body, a prodigy of the Eight-Sword Art!

“Eight-Sword Art? Then that means you’ve got six more blades hidden somewhere. Isn’t that the kind of thing you’re supposed to keep secret while fighting?”

While Yeongwoo was sneering like this, Sevio rushed in quickly with two swords in hand.

Tat-tat!

As expected of a member of the Twelve Swords Council, even his movement was completely different from those Yeongwoo had seen so far, and in response, Yeongwoo thrust Bastard far forward.

Hwaeeeeeeek!

With the blade length extended all the way to a staggering eight meters.

-……!

Then Sevio, despite having his eyes covered, somehow sensed Yeongwoo’s attack and raised his guard while crossing his two blades.

However, was this not Bastard, which possessed the trait “Contempt for the Weak”?

【Contempt for the Weak】

|This sword’s attacks can only be blocked with equipment of Mythic rank or higher.

Yeongwoo’s attack passed through the two blades Sevio was holding as if cutting through water, and in this moment, Sevio’s martial prowess was clearly revealed.

-Ugh……!

Because the instant he detected the opponent’s sword breaking through his guard, he hurriedly bent his upper body backward.

Hwaet!

Thanks to that, he was able to dodge Bastard’s sweep by a hair’s breadth, and then he swiftly rolled to the side and escaped Yeongwoo’s attack range.

-Why is a Mythic in the hands of a nameless house head?

Having secured a safe distance, Sevio let out a voice full of bewilderment.

At this, Yeongwoo adjusted his grip on Bastard, which had returned after cutting only empty air, and laughed lowly.

“You’re not completely lacking in discernment. But why is it so surprising that a nameless house head has a Mythic in his hands? This universe is vast. Isn’t it something that could happen well enough?”

-But…….

“I hadn’t even heard of something like the Twelve Swords Council until recently either.”

Of course, it was true that in a short period of time, he had already met two of the twelve swordsmen.

Coincidentally, as soon as Yeongwoo’s martial prowess rose to a certain level and his range of activity also broadened accordingly, he ended up running into the Twelve Swords Council.

So from an objective standpoint, it was true that the fame and position of the Twelve Swords Council were considerable.

-It seems you do not properly know what a Mythic is. It is not an item that an ignorant fool like you can carry around.

At last, Sevio readied his stance again, preparing for the second round, and in response, Yeongwoo sheathed Bastard and drew it again.

Chwaat!

“You think I’ve only heard that kind of thing once or twice by now? But even so, this sword is still in my hand.”

It was a line that implied many things.

And Sevio seemed to accept this much to some extent.

-You must certainly possess some skill of your own. But the luck following you will end here!

Taat!

Perhaps because he recognized that he was facing a Mythic, Sevio’s method of attack was completely different this time.

He suddenly sprang diagonally to the side, then shot out one of his swords.

Shwaeeeeet!

The moment Yeongwoo struck away the opponent’s sword with Bastard, Sevio leapt into the air and spun his body once.

Hwaet!

It was then that blades the size of forearms shot out from Sevio like throwing knives.

Ti-ti-ti-ting! Ti-tit!

From the outer surface of Aratubank that Yeongwoo raised, exactly six friction sounds rang out.

‘Don’t tell me this is.’

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Was this not the Eight-Sword Art that Sevio had mentioned earlier?

“Ha, you package something like throwing a few hidden weapons as the Eight-Sword Art?”

When Yeongwoo poked his head out from beyond Aratubank and mocked him, Sevio, who had landed back on the floor in the meantime, bent one arm.

Hwaat.

Then one of the swords that had been knocked away by Yeongwoo earlier stood up on its own and made a large orbit outward.

As if it were alive.

“What?”

Unless that sword had an automatic-combat trait like Golden Trail, that movement was almost certainly…….

‘Even if you died and came back to life, you couldn’t create movement like that with something like remote retrieval. Then that’s… sword ability!’

Sword ability, the ability to designate one weapon and wield it freely, could only be obtained when one’s weapon catalog collection progress reached 100 or higher.

In other words, if the ability Sevio was showing right now really was sword ability, then it meant the catalog progress he could receive from that guy would also exceed 100.

“You bastard! Don’t tell me you can use sword ability!”

As Yeongwoo said this and tried to approach Sevio, the one sword circling nearby rushed toward Yeongwoo like an arrow.

Shwaeeeeek!

And at the same time, the small blades scattered across the floor all rose back into the air in spirals at once.

“…What?”

At first, he thought this too was an ability similar to sword ability, but looking closely, the movements of the small blades were relatively crude.

Whether it was threads that were hard to see or magnets, he was controlling them separately using something.

‘Still, it’s pretty fascinating. It definitely seems like the Twelve Swords Council isn’t a place just anyone can enter.’

Sevio, now finally showing a trick worthy of the name Eight-Sword Art, was increasing the distance in accordance with Yeongwoo’s movements.

For some reason, he was avoiding contact with his opponent.

“Are you planning to keep running away? The Twelve Swords Council isn’t anything special!”

When Yeongwoo provoked him while keeping watch on the blades surrounding him from all directions, Sevio finally bent one hand into a strange shape and bared his front teeth.

-Krk, blame your own foolishness for giving me enough time.

Then he clenched the hand he had bent.

Kwaat!

Then the blades in the air charged toward Yeongwoo from different directions.

‘At least the small blades really are being controlled by his hand.’

If so, the firepower of the small blades would not actually be much of a threat, and the real attack was sure to be the longsword being handled through sword ability.

In other words, he should not have his attention stolen by those trifling attacks, but had to prepare for the real attack that would slip through an opening.

“No, you’re the one who rates Mythics that highly, yet you’re using petty tricks against a Mythic? Today, I’ll rewrite your ending!”

As Yeongwoo finished speaking and activated “Thunderbolt Step,” Sevio, sensing something ominous, hurriedly adjusted his grip on the one sword left in his hand.

Kwajajajak!

In the meantime, Yeongwoo had transformed into bright yellow lightning and passed through the spaces between the small blades, and soon appeared right in front of Sevio’s nose in the blink of an eye and swung Bastard.

Shwaeeeeeeeek!

Once again, a dark red trajectory split the air.

At this, Sevio hurriedly twisted his body to evade the attack, then called over the longsword circling on the other side.

So that it would pierce precisely through the back of his opponent’s head.

At the same time, he tried to launch a counterattack, but.

Peeeeeok!

Before Sevio could swing his sword, Yeongwoo’s forehead slammed into his front teeth.

-Krek!

“That’s a tactic I also used often back on Earth.”

After giving that short warning, Yeongwoo immediately turned around and knocked away the longsword that had already come right in front of him with Bastard.

Paeaaaaeng!

Then in that moment, Sevio Fonta’s eyes flashed gold.

After they directly crossed blows once, the Prestige System had activated.

And the fact that his prestige changed just because he had dueled the other party meant.

-Wha, what is this?

At the sudden activation of the system, Sevio stepped backward and opened his mouth wide, and upon seeing the text that appeared next, he could not help but be shocked.

Because just now, a phrase stating that he had fought a duel with a Planet Shipmaster had been displayed in the center of his vision.

-Planet… Shipmaster……?

Planet Ship.

One of the wonders of the universe, of which only ten ships were said to have existed throughout cosmic history.

Moreover, that fact was something only the Planet Shipmasters who had achieved the accomplishment could know, so the vast majority of beings did not even know exactly how many Planet Ships there had been in this universe.

Planet Ships were, in effect, beings close to legends passed down only through oral tradition.

-You’re… really a Planet Shipmaster? How can a Planet Shipmaster be here?

As Sevio Fonta worked his mouth with an expression of disbelief, Yeongwoo aimed Bastard at him and said,

“Isn’t it similar to the reason why a Mythic is in the hands of this nameless house head? Not even the Typesetter can predict my course.”

Then he brought the tip of Bastard very close to the area near Sevio’s neck.

Swoosh.

“But you must be a predictable being. So act according to common sense.”

-Wh-what do you mean?

“Kneel before me, and offer me every weapon you have gathered so far. Then I’ll at least spare your life.”

-Every weapon……?

“I mean your weapon catalog. How many swords have you collected inside it?”

When Yeongwoo asked this, Sevio trembled his front teeth and dropped the blade he held in his hand to the floor.

-That is…….

Then he suddenly rolled backward and shouted in a voice that was villainy itself.

-Find out yourself! Planet Shipmaster? I’ll take that ship of yours!

Then Sevio looked into the air with eyes covered by cloth, and pronounced a sentence that could only be far too familiar to Yeongwoo.

-Come forth, One Hundred and Twelve Sword Mountain……!

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