- Snow Lionheart's Pov -
"Huh?"
What's going on?
In an instant, I found myself standing in a strange place… a massive palace, built entirely of pristine white marble.
I was floating—weightless. It didn't take long for to realize I was in a spiritual form, unable to touch anything around .
"Wasn't I just fighting? Didn't that bastard Gvardiol send flying?"
"Is this… a dream?"
mories surged back, one after another, igniting a burning frustration inside .
I had removed the ring… fought with all six of my elents… and even wielded the third sword—Dinsional Severer.
Yet, despite all of that, I lost.
A crushing, humiliating defeat.
And worst of all… I lost to soone from my own generation.
I had been arrogant—blinded by my own insignificant strength, foolishly believing I was at the top.
Regret. Anger. They swirled inside like a storm.
I studied my ethereal body, vowing to myself—I will never make the sa mistakes again.
Then it hit —this damn dream was still going.
"…Where am I?"
As if in response, reality twisted.
The next thing I knew, I was standing in a vast training ground.
And he was there.
A figure stood tall, unshaken. His overwhelming aura blurred his features, making it impossible to see his face.
For so reason, my knees threatened to buckle before him.
A strange feeling stirred within —nostalgia… belonging.
"Who are you?"
I asked cautiously.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he simply raised a hand, summoning a sword unlike any I had ever seen.
With both hands, he gripped it tightly—then unleashed a strike of utter devastation.
"Fourth Sword: World Severer."
A cataclysmic force erased everything, swallowing whole—
—flinging back into reality.
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Gasp!
Gasp!
My eyes shot open as my chest heaved violently, my breathing ragged and unsteady.
I was lying in what looked like a hospital room, surrounded by dical equipnt.
With a surge of energy, I sat up abruptly, my eyes widening.
I could feel it—light radiating from my body. The rush of power… the black impurities seeping from my pores.
"I'm about to break through to Class C…!"
But right now, I didn't care about that.
All I could think about was that strike.
Fourth Sword: World Severer ...
I felt an overwhelming urge to rush to the training arena, seize my sword, and start practicing imdiately.
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Elsewhere…
In a completely different place, the elite students remained within the temple, ordered to stay in their designated quarters.
At the center of it all, the Elite Student Council President worked tirelessly, organizing and directing everyone. The exhaustion was evident in the dark circles beneath her eyes.
Ellen had fought relentlessly inside the temple—first against the strongest Ultras Awakeners, then against Gvardiol with every ounce of strength she had left.
And from that mont on, she had taken charge.
But her body had reached its limit.
"Ellen… that's enough. You've done more than enough."
A soft hand rested gently on Ellen's back, and in an instant, holy energy seeped into her, easing her exhaustion.
Ellen forced a weary smile as she turned around—
Uriel.
Her golden hair shimred under the dim lights, her piercing blue eyes filled with quiet concern.
"Uriel… thank you."
"There's no need. This is the least I can do."
Uriel, the Church's Saint Candidate, had saved countless lives today.
It was said that as long as you were still breathing, she could bring you back from any injury.
Without her, the death toll would have surpassed a thousand by now.
The temple was filled with heroes—warriors who had fought with everything they had. Now, they assessed the damage, tending to the wounded.
"Don't bla yourself, Ellen. One day… we'll bring him down."
It was obvious who she was talking about.
Gvardiol.
That monster.
A painful mory flashed in Ellen's mind—the day he destroyed the only place she had ever called ho.
Two years ago… she had begun her hunt, chasing him relentlessly, seeking revenge.
But the closer she got, the more she realized a terrifying truth.
Ellen shook her head at Uriel's words.
"You don't understand, Uriel… that thing must die ,no matter the cost."
"Mm."
Uriel nodded, her expression darkening.
"You're right. Soone that powerful is too dangerous to be left alive."
Ellen let out a slow breath.
"…He's from our generation, Uriel."
Those words made Uriel's eyes widen in shock.
"…Soone our age… that powerful?"
That was the horrifying truth.
Gvardiol was still in his early twenties.
aning—he still had room to grow.
"If we allow him to grow even further… we may be looking at a monster stronger than the Four Lords.
Or worse… the next Dragoth."
They exchanged a knowing glance.
Neither of them said it out loud, but they both understood—
Their lives had just taken a dangerous turn.
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- Frey Starlight's Pov -
Na: Frey Starlight (Dual Soul)
Class: Swordsman
Talent: S
Current Rank: D
Strength: D
Speed: C-
Agility: D
Endurance: D-
Aura: SSS
Magic: -
Swordsmanship Level 3 (Limit Broken—User can now reach Level 7)
Talents
{Swordsmanship}
{Aura Manipulation}
{Poison Immunity}
Combat Style
Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow
Skills
Hawk's Eye (Rank A)
Phantom Steps (Rank A)
Seduction (Rank D)
Ascension (Rank S)
Abilities
Shadow Adaptation 0/7
Anti-Magic Level 1
Achievent Points: 50
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System's Note:
"A frog daring to defy the heavens."
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"Four thousand damn points…!"
I was this close to punching my screen.
The damn system had just swallowed 4,000 points to upgrade my talent from A to S.
The worst part?
This greedy bastard was only going to demand more from in the future.
But with my breakthrough to Class C approaching, I had no choice—I needed to push my limits.
Still… the price had been brutal.
And now, I had only 50 Achievent Points left.
Frustrated, I exhaled sharply, trying to decide my next move.
Then, my eyes landed on a particular line in my status window.
A small smirk tugged at my lips.
"…So you're still here."
Frey Starlight—Dual Soul.
"Dual Soul..."
What does that even an? Frey... I feel like I'm reaching my limit here.
Every single day since I arrived in this world, I've been waiting for you to make a move.
Every ti I see those two words "Dual Soul" beside my na, I feel like my body isn't truly mine.
As if soone else is sharing everything with —my senses, my emotions, my very existence.
To be honest, I don't know how I'll deal with you if you ever return.
What will I do if my body is simply taken away from ? The thought alone has been tornting for a while now. Yet, no matter how much ti passes, you haven't appeared.
And so, all I can do is wait as well...
I shut down my laptop and scanned my room with a quiet sigh.
It was peaceful here.
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