Chapter 1767

A long time ago.

It was when Grid was a duke of the Eternal Kingdom. Grid and the members of Overgeared were taught swordsmans.h.i.+p by Piaro. They learned valuable lessons. They didnt gain strength that was expressed in numbers, such as their level or stats going up.

Nevertheless, those who learned swordsmans.h.i.+p from Piaro clearly became stronger. They quickly learned the know-how that shouldve been gained through actual combat. It was why Piaro was praised as the pillar of the Overgeared Empire.

Defeating the great demons who invaded the surface, leading the war against the kingdoms hostile to the Overgeared Kingdom, and resolving the food shortage by turning all types of devastated land into rice paddies and agricultural fieldsin addition to his numerous achievements, Piaro was the teacher of Grid and the Overgeared members.

He was treated more highly than a meritorious retainer by the people. He was a big shot among big shots.

Please teach your junior as well.

Piaro went to Sword Saint Muller and bowed his head. It was after Grid declared the h.e.l.l expedition. The heroes of the empire scattered all across the continent for training, but Piaro remained in Reinhardt. It was because the best teacher, Muller, was in Reinhardt.

Muller was puzzled. I heard that you created this farmland.

Yes, farming is one of the few talents that this lowly junior can boast about.

You have made great achievements as a farmer. You shouldnt be humble.

Senior, how many people in the world cant be humble in front of you? Please dont use honorifics with me. I feel uncomfortable.

Um... But Im not your senior...

He could understand to some extent why Mercedes regarded him as a teacher. Mercedes was a knight who used swords. It wasnt strange for her to ask Muller to teach her.

On the other hand, Piaro was a farmer. Muller was fl.u.s.tered when a farmer kept calling him Senior and asked him to teach something. He couldnt glimpse the remnants of the Matchless Sword from Piaro.

Piaro had grown into a legendary farmer. Before he knew it, he had completely abandoned the form of a swordsman and built up his own martial arts. The fact that he was once a swordsman wasnt recognized by the greatest swordsman of all time. This meant Piaro was a complete farmer.

The path you have walked is too precious for you to set your heart on the sword again. It will be a great loss to the world if you abandon the path of a farmer and become a swordsman.

Natural Stateall the energy of nature was seeping into Piaro in real time. Every breath and gesture of Piaros won the worlds favor.

Muller recognized it instantly. It was the fact that the farmer in front of him was a person who would become more powerful as time pa.s.sed. He was confident that the more prosperous the world became, without being threatened by demons or G.o.ds, the stronger that Piaro would become.

However, Piaro had little faith in himself.

This junior... was previously a swordsman, Piaro confessed, I was one of the countless swordsmen who admired you and dreamed of becoming a Sword Saint. Yet along the way, I fell in love with the farmlands. I abandoned the sword and picked up a hand plow. How can I dream of becoming a swordsman again?

The lesson you want to get from me isnt swordsmans.h.i.+p.

Muller noticed it. The farmer in front of him wasnt sure if the path he took was really the right one and wanted someone to evaluate him objectively on his behalf. This was what Muller was suited for.

The apostles are all outstanding.

Mullers hand was placed on the sword handle. It was the handle of an old iron sword. Far from being ugly, it looked precious like an old antique.

You might have doubts if you compare yourself with them.

......

The Absolutes of human origin, or those who were close to an Absolute, had something in common. They had little experience with victory after victory. Neither Grid nor Hayate nor Muller. They started their lives from the position of an underdog. Even when they were hailed as heroes, they faced enemies far stronger than they were and were defeated repeatedly. Sleepless days were common. It was just that they didnt break.

I recall the time when I wandered around with a similar feeling to you. I guess I really am your senior.

Muller drew his sword from the sheath. It was different from the proud family heirlooms boasted about by famous swordsmen. It was dull rather than sharp, dark rather than s.h.i.+ny, and crude rather than flashy. However, it was a sword that could cut anything. It was the greatest and most famous sword of all time that shared every moment with Muller and was reborn as a famous sword.

Come. The words of the Sword Saint resembled a dragons words. It made those with blades in their hearts react immediately.

Piaro reflexively maximized the power of Natural State and ran forward. He sowed seeds to make the terrain beneficial to him while narrowing the ground on which Muller was standing.

Mullers sword flashed through the surging beanstalks and intertwined sweet potato stems.

Consider it a blessing that there are people who are catching up to you in a terrifying manner.

The faces of the members of Overgeared crossed Piaros mind as he barely deflected Mullers sword, which cut and scattered the layers of sweet potato stems. They were those who were below him only 10 years ago.

Piaro was afraid of those who started walking at a speed similar to his. To be exact, he was nervous. He wondered if he was becoming a worthless existence to them. However, Muller was right. He shouldnt be afraid. It should be regarded as a blessing. He was able to develop steadily because there were those who supported him and spurred him on.

Mullers slashes fell like a thunderbolt at every moment. It wasnt simply a metaphor that he used because it was fast. It was because the form itself repeatedly bent at an angle.

Piaro activated the White Tigers Breath. Then the ground that a.s.similated with him soared like a canyon before being destroyed in vain. It couldnt withstand Mullers sword.

Be grateful that there are those who are ahead of you.

The faces of the apostles flashed through Piaros mind as he shot sweet potatoes and potatoes hanging from the stems like cannonb.a.l.l.s to ward off Mullers advance. They were those who carried a huge history, unlike himself, who easily betrayed his nation due to being betrayed, and gave up his dream simply because he found a new path. They were n.o.ble from their origins and even their breathing was heavy.

They steadily advanced with no hesitation and lightly overtook Piaro in every way. It was right that he should be grateful to them. They were those who inspired Piaro every moment.

...I know.

The pitchfork wielded by Piaro noisily raised a large mound of dirt. It fired in a straight line, as if inspired by the Breath Grid once showed. This forced Muller to unleash a sword curtain.

Unlike my senior, who was lonely, I have always understood that the environment I am in is a blessing. Even so, I didnt know how to manage myself because I repeatedly became anxious at every moment and became frustrated from envy.

This wasnt the first time Piaro had wandered.

On the day when he realized he would never catch up with Zik and Braham...

On the day when he was completely overtaken by Mercedes, who was once his disciple...

On the day he witnessed Nefelina carrying Grid on that little body...

On the day that Mir recreated Mullers swordsmans.h.i.+p...

Piaros wanderings continued. He wandered again even after overcoming it, so he distrusted himself.

I...

I dont think I am qualified to be an apostle.

Finally

It was the moment when Piaro was about to express the truth he had been hiding for a long time...

You mustve been a very good swordsman. Muller suddenly said. It was while checking the texture of the field that Piaro had grown with the soles of his feet. You have a good understanding of the environment needed for a swordsman to fully demonstrate their skills. The apostles who handle swords seem to be able to demonstrate their full skills only on the land you have grown.

Certainly.

In the No Offspring Tomb, Mercedes tried to cooperate with Piaro. It was only after Piaro plowed the farmland that Mir started to act in earnest. Mullers condition wasnt perfect at the time, but he remembered the situation clearly.

The amount of magic power contained in the soil is considerable...

Wouldnt Brahams magic also be multiplied in Piaros presence? Muller thought about this and smiled. I suspect that the other apostles are relying on you.

Just then, Piaro was enlightened. The people and soldiers who were able to feed themselves thanks to the crops that were harvestedhe realized that they and the apostles werent very different.

I can a.s.sure you that the path you have walked is one of the best.

Muller drove in the nail again. The greatest Sword Saint of all time notarized the greatness of the farmer.

[Sword Saint Muller and the legendary farmer Piaro have established a new law in the world.]

[If you form a party with the farmer cla.s.s in the future, the power of swordsmans.h.i.+p-related skills you have learned will greatly increase.]

......?

As a result, thanks to Piaro, those who chose the farmer cla.s.s increased. The stage of farmers was no longer confined to the farmlands. For the farmers who already respected Piaro, Piaro was becoming a great G.o.d.

[Humanity wors.h.i.+ps your apostle Piaro.]

[Your apostle Piaro has gained 3 points of deity.]

...What is happening again?

Grid had only recently realized it, but the apostles seemed to grow faster in his absence. Grid thought seriously while making a subtle expression like he didnt know whether to laugh or to cry.

At this moment, he was in Reidan, not Reinhardt. It was to meet the Gray Dragon, Xenon. To be exact, it was the day when Xenon presented his scales.

Grid fell into a happy worry. Who should I make a dragon weapon for first?

Of course, it was hard to compare to Twilight. Nevertheless, the dragon weapon made from Xenons scales was good enough. Based on Grids current experience and skills, it was possible for him to create a weapon equivalent to Gujels Fang. There were several people around Grid who could handle dragon weapons.

The apostles, Hayate, and even Sword Saint Muller. No matter who it was gifted to, the power of humanity would rise rapidly.

No matter what, it is right to give it to the apostles first. Zik uses the red energy contained in Saharans Sword, so I should put Mercedes or Mir first...

Grids thoughts stopped. It was because a corner of the peaceful city was smashed right in front of his eyes.

It was the aftermath of Xenon cras.h.i.+ng down. A huge dragon helplessly plummeted to the ground.

What?

Grid rushed forward in a hurry. Fortunately, there were no casualties. It was because Xenon fell toward an uninhabited place. This was why Grids response was slow in the first place.

Xenon? Hey! Whats going on?

Up close, Xenons condition was disastrous. The absolute defense and scales were faded and his entire body was mangled. The thick scales near his heart had completely melted away. There was no heart where it should be. The remaining residual fire inside the melted scales was burning Xenons flesh in real time.

[Im... sorry...]

The words he barely managed to utter were an apology. He seemed very sorry that he had destroyed Reidan again.

First of all, healing...

It happened the moment when Grid tried to contact Ruby...

[First... evacuate... humans...]

Xenon shook his head weakly and urged Grid. Just then, lava poured down from the sky.

This was the first time Grid actually saw it. The sight of a dragon dying.

[The Gray Dragon Xenon has died.]

An Absolute species, which lived forever and reigned over everything, turned to gray ash in vain. An ashen pillar on a never before seen scale covered all of Reidan.

......

Grids mind cooled down.

Grrr, grrr...

The sound of a wild beasts breathing came closer. Red flames spread throughout the gray world.

[The Fire Dragon, Trauka, has emerged.]

Probably the strongest of the old dragons. The culprit who isolated Talima from the world. He was an Absolute being of the surface who was wounded by his daughter, originally an object of predation. Now he appeared in the world. Grid was projected onto his pupils, which were filled with all types of colors like they contained the universe.

[I have a request to ask of you.]

He spoke while chewing and swallowing Xenons beating heart.