Sword Pilgrim 142
Sword Pilgrim chapter 142

Oh, my God.
“Huh. ……”
The shoulder that was cut by Urazi was painful as if it was burning.
You can’t help but be in pain, even though you are healing quickly with the power of the light dragon.
I’m not sure what to do.
Urazi’s arm strength tore through my hand and every bone in my body ached.
Suddenly I got chills and my limbs were shaking. I felt incredibly tired.
It seemed that he had exhausted his mental strength and pushed his body to the limit while fighting Urazi.
The basement stairs leading down to the next floor.
Sitting in the middle of them, Callius let out a thin, single breath.
“‘Why am I so sad because I’m hurting alone in this place?”
Eaten
I could only laugh in dismay at my own thoughts.
Maybe it’s because I’m not feeling well, but I’m kind of sleepy and lazy. I felt like I needed to sleep and wake up.
My body was as heavy as water-dampened cotton, and my eyelids fell like rocks on top of each other.
But.
Callius came to his senses.
For some reason, he saw a skeleton in his eyes.
It was not a living, moving skeleton.
It was just a skeleton.
The skeleton of someone who had died here.
It was the skeleton of someone who, like Callius, had fallen to his death while resting on the giant staircase.
My fuzzy mind came back to life.
I took a potion from this chest and drank it.
It was a TD potion that Beatrice had made for me.
I drank it and felt even better.
Callius got up and approached the skeleton.
It looked like a very old skeleton.
How old could it be?
A hundred years, five hundred years? A thousand years?
He didn’t know.
The clothing and armor he wore were old and just a step away from shattering, and the sword in his hand was the same.
Looking at the traces, I wondered if the sword and armor had been mostly broken in the fight with Urazi.
I thought.
“I guess he was different from me.”
Unlike myself.
He must have competed fair and square.
And he would have won.
Callius dug his hand into the skeleton’s pocket.
Then he pulled out something.
“It was a holy stone …… saint, wasn’t it?”
It was a yawn, but three of them came out.
It was a sign of his ability before he died.
“……..”
Many thoughts crossed my mind.
If only this world were just a game.
If it had been, these skeletons would have been nothing more than scenery.
But this is not a game.
This skeleton must have had its own life and beliefs before it died.
After looking at the unnamed skeleton, Callius headed for the stairs again.
Then he checked the notification window.
[Death Knight. Urazi has been defeated.] Reward will be given.]
“‘A valiant warrior in the Ryoma Wars,’ a close friend and family member of Urazi Titheo, he had become a Death Knight, but a mighty one nonetheless.
[This is a victory that cannot be achieved!]
[Top rewards will be given.]]
[As a reward, you will be balanced in mind and body.]
[……]
[The heart trace is weak. Compensation will be modified.]
[Vulgarity will be built up.] [Compensation will be modified.
[The core will be strengthened more.]
Mental image
It means a state of mind, but to the knight it means a phenomenon created by the mind.
Another interpretation is also trust.
Trust in oneself
Faith in the sword
If you put a flag in a sword, the sword will have a stronger hardness and cutting power.
However, crawling chi.
It means formless chi.
If you put it in the sword, it has no form.
However, if there is a core, it creates a form.
It is the power of trust, which makes the original form more complete and perfect.
“This is the power of trust.
It is the power of trust that makes impossible things possible through faith.
It is like a miracle of God.
The power of the mind to do it.
We call it Sim…”
The one who builds the realm is called a mental image, and the one who accomplishes it all, we call.
“Master.”
We call them masters, or transcendents.
“They were not sane, and did not know they had gained a mind.”
Mind and body
When it reaches a certain limit, when it skins the wall as a trinity, it is truly a master.
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Callius’ sieve and qi had already been blocked by the wall and had stopped growing. However, Shen Wan had no idea what to do.
If you can’t realize your mind, you can never become a master.
The easiest and hardest thing to achieve is Sim.
It’s trust.
Where can one find a person whose trust in himself is solid?
Foolish people doubt themselves.
A wise man doubts himself.
“I am wise.”
Trust does not come easily in the form of conviction.
Callius could not gain a heart either.
The first thing he should have done when he became Callius was to avoid doubt.
It was only natural that he had to go on a rampage and repress his actions, to suppress and hold back his emotions.
Besides, he was weak.
He was weaker than anyone else, but he was also more violent and bad-minded than anyone else.
He could not be touched by the deliberation.
No, he hadn’t been able to from the start.
He could only think of Callius and himself separately, so he could not be trusted, let alone united in mind and body.
This was not a matter of quality, but rather the peculiarity of Callius.
“‘So you have to put your life on the line.’
There are countless people who have tried their whole lives and still can’t get a heart.
No matter how strong their swordsmanship and swords, those who cannot win hearts cannot enter the masters.
Why is it that most of the strong people in Calpheon can’t reach the ranks of the masters, leaving only one step behind?
There is a reason for everything.
The core is so simple, yet not so easy to cook.
So Callius thought.
Essentially, the upper level of the tower is a place to help the mind and body. The lower level is for the sieve and chi, and the upper level is for the core and to help the mind and body find balance.
Callius had designed all of them.
So I was not satisfied.
“The upper layer is slow.
There are too many restrictions.
It’s more efficient to have help than to learn alone, but I wouldn’t have been able to do it in just three years if I had trained there.
“My qualities are not enough.”
Perhaps they may never be obtained.
Many beings go to Agathod, but only a few climb to the upper levels.
Callius, unlike the others, was peculiar and unsure.
That’s why his heart hadn’t been moved until now, but he had no choice.
Then he came down to the basement.
He did so even though he knew that he could die.
Faster with life as collateral.
In order to become stronger more efficiently.
Of course, it wasn’t an unfounded confidence.
In any case, everything in this world was conquerable.
“Because I made it so.”
Not all of it, but most of it. And even more so on the sixth basement level, guarded by   Titheo.
Because it was in the palm of Callius’ hand.
A silvery holy power gathered in his hand.
It formed a flower.
It was a higanbana.
Originally, he was accustomed to symbolizing flags since he learned the Silver Flower Wave Sword.
However, it was not perfect.
The higanbana he had created was a brother, but it was as empty as the wind that blew it away.
Like the smoke that rose from the higanbana, it was severely lacking in power.
That’s why the power was weak.
Just witnessing Stella’s true blast furnace was enough to liven up my heart a bit. He knew it better than anyone else, since he had experienced some of its power, which was as strange as an odd marriage.
But that was only for the Wave-making Path.
Other technologies were not possible.
But it was all right now.
“Correction of the system.”
He stated, “In order to gain a mind, we need what is called enlightenment.
It wasn’t a particularly big change of mind, but I was able to incorporate it into all technologies, not just the breakthrough path.
I was able to incorporate it into all of my techniques.
It was a mind that had finally blossomed now, though its power would be infinitely weaker than that of a master. The potential for growth was high.
He should understand and master the mind more deeply, but it was no use, he didn’t have the time or the knowledge right now.
“There are still only two floors.”
The basement was up to six floors in total.
Still a long way to go.
But if he thought about it, it also meant that he had many opportunities to grow.
Before he knew it, Callius arrived at the third floor and opened it quickly, looking at the yin engraved with “devil” more intensely than dragon.
kuuuuuuuu!
Swoosh.
Poof!
A pure white light swallowed Callius.
* * * *
Slowly.
It had been a year since Wrazi had died.
Titheo bound his arms with his shield, even without one hand .
And fought.
He fought a lot.
He knew he had to be.
He swore to himself, “I must fight for Urazi.
And so a year passed, and two years passed . Every time they fought, death hung in the air.
Titeo would rather have died.
“He wanted to die with honor.
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Even if I had to break my body to die, I thought it would be the only way to repay those who had died on my behalf.
Once the war was over, it was going to be rather unbearable.
To die with honor.
. and myself as well.
Like my comrades who had fallen before me.
I would do the same with my heroes.
Was that the reason?
My reluctance to fight changed to a more aggressive desire to die.
He did not always resign himself to death.
But rather became stronger because of it. It was thanks to the fact that he fought between life and death several times a day.
The more battles he fought, the stronger he became.
It was just before he joined the first month.
Titeo’s name had spread far and wide on the battlefield, and both devil and errand had caught his eye at least once.
[That was enough.”]
But fate did not wish him dead. He always escaped death.
. in a direction he did not wish to go.
“Titeo, you idiot! Out of my way!”
kwaang! chwaak!
The Dragon and Devil attacked by surprise.
“Many of my comrades in arms died that day.
“Many of my comrades in arms died that day, and for some reason, there were those who followed me as I fought to the death. This was the moment when I was made to pay the price for turning my back on it.
“Lariviere!”
“Titheo! Live!” Live and make the war human!”
The flesh and body of his war buddy exploding.
My own body pushed down and into the sand.
Red sand splattering
Fresh blood hanging in the air.
“Biota!”
“Titheo! Look out!”
I can’t hear my comrades shouting as they groan.
The warriors pulled themselves up.
Titeo burst into tears.
They turned away and followed his back, dying for him again.
He cried sadly.
He wept again and again.
The resolve he’d sworn to never cry again fizzled out.
Pfft!
“It’s the devil! Protect Titeo!”
Once again, the corrupted beings leapt out of the sand and gave chase.
Their armor slashed at their comrades-in-arms.
. chwaaak! 
A trickle of blood made Titeo’s whole body hot.
“Oh ……
Also known as
I’ll die again, leaving only myself.
Titeo’s tears welled up.
Tears flowed down his cheeks.
“Kill ……
I didn’t want to live anymore.
He didn’t want to suffer anymore.
He wished for death.
But it never came to pass.
[You wish for death?]
“Okay, kill me quickly!”
The devil looked at him with strange eyes, and sneered .
[O sorrowful Thyteo! How did you come to stand upon this battlefield?
“I am …… to end the war.”
However, do you wish to die? Is that what you believe in?
“…….”
“Death is merely an escape. Live. Live and save your people.”]
“Are you going to destroy me…? ….”
I’m stunned that the person who just killed my comrades-in-arms said that.
A corrupt being, after all.
He was taunting himself.
“Are you trying to corrupt me?”
[Corruption?]
The devil wondered, but quickly burst out laughing .
In the middle of the chaotic battlefield he twisted his hips in a frenzy .
He couldn’t understand why, when Tityo’s face gradually contorted.
“‘You make me laugh. What makes you think I’ll corrupt you?”]
“Devil, it’s not like you don’t know they’re like that by nature!”
I have seen many warriors corrupted by them.
[We are inherently that way,] but not everyone is that way…]
Titeo’s face flushed.
“It was only natural, since it meant that he wasn’t worth it.
The hand that held the sword trembled.
[I think you misunderstood something.] Not that you’re lacking.]
“What do you mean?”
I mean literally.
Literal meaning?
The devil spoke softly again to help him understand.
“There is no way to corrupt the already corrupted, is there?”]
Thyteo did not know that there was a vile malice behind the voice .
Sword Pilgrim chapter 142

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