The Illegitimate Who Devours Weapons

Weapon-Eating Illegitimate Son

Episode 20

I took out the Mujin.

The test tube’s high horsepower density makes it difficult to properly transmit video data to the device.

So there is no problem taking out Mujin.

The fantasy took my form and raised its sword, aiming it at me.

The most powerful sword I have.

Chuck horse.

A rough blast tore through the air.

Kwaaaaang-

and.

“Kwaaak!”

My body was torn in two. My infinity was deflected and only the illusory infinity split my body apart.

“Shit…….”

I collapsed again, feeling as if all the blood in my body was rushing out.

I opened my eyes again with a start.

‘What happened just now?’

I swung my sword, and the illusion swung its sword back, easily deflecting the sword.

That method of brushing away… was a method I also knew.

‘No, it wasn’t a sword technique. It was just a technique that you can use with any sword technique.’

The level is clearly the same, but the results are consistently different.

It was annoying to be helpless, and it felt dirty to be dying, but I was also glad.

It means that I can become that strong now!

“good!”

As soon as I got up, I ran towards the illusion.

Boom! Phew!

Third time, this time my stomach was pierced.

“Kwaaah!”

The moment the guy swung his sword, he suddenly transformed Mujin into a dagger, causing my attack to cut through the air.

The illusion thrust a dagger into my abdomen, where my center of gravity had collapsed and a weak spot was exposed.

‘This time, we’re going to use it infinitely!’

After dying three times, I’m starting to get angry.

On the fifth try, after successfully repelling the illusionary Mujin, the illusion suddenly rushed in and snapped my neck with a ground technique.

On the 10th time, he suddenly attacked during the gap in the moment when the amplification technique was changing to the speed technique and cut off the arm.

Even the use of magic was so fast that it was almost overwhelming.

As the fights passed the 20th round, they started to get longer and longer.

‘Like this… … So that’s how you can use that technology.’

At some point, I found myself enjoying it.

Aside from studying magic with my aunt, I’ve never had any proper training or instruction.

There was training to open up the sixth sense during group education, but it was actually closer to indiscriminate assault, and the actual fighting in Jeokcheongdo was closer to hunting.

Therefore, I always had to read the weapons and practice alone.

But now it’s different.

That fantasy was a better teacher and sparring partner than anyone else.

The way I was utilizing my powers that I hadn’t even realized. It was making me pull out all the things I knew but hadn’t used.

‘There’s nothing better than this to improve your skills!’

The fear of death had long since disappeared.

I pulled out the sword again and ran towards Hwansang.

“Crunch… … .”

25th time. I swung my sword without stopping even though my neck was pierced.

Donggwi Eojin’s technique. For the first time, the illusion took a step backwards. It even gave up the Mujin it was holding in its hand and jumped backwards.

Crunch!

But the guy didn’t dodge perfectly. I hadn’t landed a single effective hit yet, but I still managed to cut off one of his arms.

“Next time… …I’ll cut off your arm without killing you.”

I ground my teeth and fell to the ground.

-… … .

‘I’ looked at myself as I slowly fell down.

‘I’ smiled slowly.

-What a funny kid.

A short word.

I didn’t hear that voice.

* * *

Episode 48. I finally managed to hit the target first.

He succeeded in cutting off the guy’s head.

Of course, my throat was cut first before that.

“Okay! Now finish it in three times!”

but.

Boom!

Episode 55.

‘It hurts like a dog, but have you ever swung your strength with all your might like this before?’

visor!

The blows intersect.

He didn’t necessarily use any powerful techniques. Now, it wasn’t even a specific swordsmanship. Mujin was swung along the precise path dictated by his intuition.

The 71st.

My posture and my fantasy posture have become similar.

A natural body that has lost its base.

Maintains complete powerlessness so that any inspection can be carried out at any time and any way.

‘What is my fighting style?’

He freely changed his form and attacked from various distances.

Crunch!

My arm was cut off and I lost my grip on Mujin, but I didn’t stop there. I ran straight to him and placed a joint lock on him.

‘Damn it. Of all places, it had to be Mujin… … .’

The joint device went in properly, but unfortunately, the place where he fell was where the fantasy Mujin was.

I felt dizzy and defeated again.

Episode 75… … No, was it the 80th episode?

Now I’m tired of even counting the times.

But I felt good.

‘I understand a little now.’

I understood my strengths and recognized my strengths.

‘I can learn everything.’

A typical warrior would spend his entire life mastering one weapon.

However, I have the ability to read the memories and accomplishments of the person who became the craftsman of that weapon.

And, for the various types of martial arts, magical arts that match the nature of the martial arts are needed, and the magical arts created with my aunt solve that problem.

‘My strength is freedom.’

Overwhelming irregularity.

Freedom from the unexpected.

The moment I realized which way I should go, I collided with the guy again.

The moment you move away, you switch to a spear and exchange spear strikes, and at close range, you switch to a dagger.

Grappling and striking followed one after another.

For a moment.

My posture of attack and defense is completely identical to that of fantasy.

The weapon switching, the unfolding of the attack, and even the evasive movements were all identical, as if looking at a mirror.

Wooooow-!

From the Mujin that had turned into a sword, a hazy magical power began to gather like mist.

The power called black energy, aura.

The power that I was able to imitate only after using the Mana Booster and Reverse Magic is now naturally within my grasp.

Kwaaaaang!

‘I’ and my sword clash.

There is also an aura on my sword.

‘I’ stabbed the sword into my abdomen.

I didn’t defend myself on purpose.

Although he seemed a bit surprised, he pushed the sword in with all his might, thinking that it was definitely a fatal wound.

Phew!

A chill ran down my spine.

but.

“I opened the guard on purpose, you idiot.”

The vital spot was avoided.

I grabbed the arm of ‘me’ who had opened her eyes tightly and pushed the sword deeper into my stomach.

The distance is narrowing.

My eyes widen.

‘Chuckma.’

He swung his Mujin, transformed into a sword with high cutting power.

Even this technology was obtained from Mujin, which transformed into countless weapons.

Even the very idea that the sword should only be used as a weapon was something I was only obsessed with.

Crunch-!

By all means.

After several consecutive deaths.

I hit my own neck.

“I won.”

I smiled as I looked at the figure of ‘me’ falling down.

Woooooooooo-!

The moment the test was over, the coffin chamber began to vibrate heavily.

A dense magical force began to gather towards me.

Thud, thud, thud-!

The countless magical powers that had gathered began to pour into my crown.

I have proven myself in the test of my family’s ancestors, and now all that remains is the appointed reward.

Ugh-

I heard something breaking, even though nothing was broken.

It felt like a lock inside me was being released.

The hidden power in the blood of the Sungmoo family is revealed.

‘ah!’

Those who have unlocked their powers have figured out what their powers are without even trying to find out.

I realize it naturally, as if it was mine from the beginning.

“This is… … !”

The ability I had in my previous life was ‘strengthening’.

It was a very common ability that even collateral lines frequently awakened, strengthening their weapons and bodies.

But this time it wasn’t like that.

I opened my eyes wide as I recalled the power I had acquired.

* * *

There was chaos again at Sungmoo’s home.

Several elders, warriors, scholars and researchers from the clan arrived in Jeokcheongdo in large numbers.

“The coffin of struggle that was only occasionally mentioned in records… … How on earth did that bastard discover this?”

The research director looked at the old iron gate, his voice low.

Because the test subject’s image was transmitted to the device at every moment through the brooch and bracelet, this space that Young had found was also transmitted to the family.

‘Please, you should come out quickly. The older the relic, the faster it will deteriorate when exposed to air… ‘

Ancient artifacts and records, most of which have been lost, have always held incredible value.

It goes without saying that it was the Crown of Struggle, which was known as the motto of the Crown of Trials.

“How long has it been since the exam started?”

The director asked the escort warrior a question that he had already asked for no apparent number of times.

“79 hours and 30 minutes have passed.”

“It’s been quite some time since the naming ceremony ended. The other test tubes must have stopped operating… … .”

The director of the research center just stamped his feet.

The iron door remained firmly closed without responding to any stimulation, and I had no idea how it was structured.

It would have been possible to open it with brute force, but it was impossible to do so openly as there was an illegitimate child inside.

‘You’ve started testing such a precious relic without any care! Jeez! Don’t damage it. I’ll give you a big reward for finding it… ‘

The director looked at the iron gate with an expression that seemed almost like he was going to cry.

“Oh my… … .”

And next to him, General Lee Tae-hong just let out a sigh as if the ground was collapsing.

‘I thought you’d come out today, but you’re a guy who’s like an enemy… … In the trainer’s office, in the Gwisu Mountain, in the coffin of struggle. How many incidents are you going to cause at the naming ceremony that others go through quietly?’

Lee Tae-hong, who had been unable to focus on his work for a while, stayed up all night to finish his piling up work and came all the way to Jeokcheongdo.

“There is a change in the magic density!”

“Then does that mean it’s over?”

“Yes! It’s open!”

Ggggggggggggggggg!

The iron door that had been firmly blocking the way opened with a heavy sound.

Turbuck-

Someone slowly walked out from inside.

The people guarding the entrance flinched for a moment.

The one walking out would be nothing more than a young and weak child, but for a moment everyone couldn’t help but hold their breath as if a giant monster was walking out.

dump-

The silence continued until the child who was walking out collapsed.

“Baby!”

The first to move was Lee Tae-hong.

Lee Tae-hong picked up the fallen boy and ran his trembling hands through his tangled hair.

“Are you okay? Come to your senses!”

Slowly, the spirit opened its dry and cracked mouth.

“Some water… … .”

“……what?”

“I’m hungry… … .”

At that moment, Lee Tae-hong opened his mouth blankly.

And he shouted in a seething voice.

“This damn son of a bitch!”

* * *

A remote forest filled with primeval forests and traces of ancient civilizations visible everywhere.

A man was sharpening his sword in front of a campfire.

“Captain. I’m here.”

A man wearing black clothing, the symbol of the Yeonggeomdan, appeared next to the man.

But the shape of the black suit was a bit strange. It was different from the old-style black suit, and it was completely different from the new-style black suit, except for the color.

Those who have been in the family for a long time will be reminded of a group when they see the clothes.

The direct command of the household, the Ten Swords.

Not much was known about them.

It is only known that these people were brought in from outside by the legendary warrior Lee Tae-shin, and that they achieved numerous feats with him.

When Lee Tae-shin ascended to the position of head of the family and took complete control of the family, they had already disbanded and scattered.

“I say again, I am not the captain anymore.”

The man who was sharpening his sword was none other than the giant of his time, Lee Tae-shin.

“But to me, he will always be the captain. More importantly, I heard that the naming ceremony has ended.”

“okay?”

Itaewon made a rare expression of interest.

“What happened to the youngest?”

The man in black found the question somewhat odd.

‘How long has it been since a captain has shown interest in his son? And on top of that, he’s a bastard… . . . ‘

“It is said that the youngest master discovered the test coffin made by the first head of the family. The family is now in an uproar over this matter.”

“… … The test of the first lord?”

He’s a guy who doesn’t easily get over just one thing. And it seems like the scale is getting bigger and bigger.

“I guess you are Yoojung’s child.”

Lee Tae-shin muttered in a calm voice.

The man in black clothes kept his mouth shut without saying anything.

Knock!

The bonfire burned and sparks flew.

The man in black clothes spoke first.

“It looks like there’s going to be a banquet. How about you head back soon? Shouldn’t you be naming your children yourself?”

“… … I see.”

Lee Tae-shin slowly stood up from his seat and looked behind him.

Behind it.

The moon, which had been hidden by clouds, appears and the world is bathed in moonlight.

And in the moonlight, the figure hidden behind the curtain of darkness was revealed.

Countless monster corpses.

Lee Tae-shin said, looking at the corpses of the monsters that continued endlessly.

“Let’s go back. The family must prepare for it now.”