Swordmaster's Youngest Son Novel - Chapter 838

## Chapter 838

In his past life, and in his current life as well.

The sword Jin had chosen was Barisada. Though he had never physically touched it since the selection ceremony, Jin felt as if the sword had always been with him, as it fit perfectly in his hand.

Despite being a kind of replica made in a painting, the Barisada was no different from the real one.

And the black sword recognized Jin. It recognized that Jin had the qualification to become its master, to be able to eliminate enemies.

“Suddenly, I remember the day I finished my training as a Provisional Flagbearer.”

Cyron had demonstrated a variation of the ultimate technique, Reincarnation, when Jin returned to the clan to become a Flagbearer.

An extremely slow sword.

But inevitable.

[Barisada…!]

The fake opened his two eyes wide and focused the Manifestation of Shadows on Jin.

The power of death that was being applied to the Ten Great Knights and Murakan was directed at Jin.

However, no matter how much pain it caused, it could not stop Jin.

He couldn’t be disturbed or even slightly hindered.

Just as the fake desired Jin’s death through the Manifestation of Shadows, Jin desired to cut the fake Murakan with his sword.

There was no need to determine which side had a deeper and stronger fighting spirit.

The death of Jin that the fake had desired quickly faded, and Jin’s sword became clearer and clearer.

“Why can’t I avoid it…!”

The fake couldn’t understand Jin’s sword approaching step by step.

It was as if his body was bound with chains and couldn’t move as he wanted.

“I said it’s the end, fake. So there’s no need to try to understand.”

Jin knew his feelings very well. Only those who transcended their limits without anyone’s help could ignite their fighting spirit even when facing Reincarnation.

It was something that didn’t apply to the fake. He was just a mere illusion and couldn’t resist Reincarnation.

Jin slowly approached the fake step by step.

Before reaching him, his swinging sword had already cut the Shadow Energy formed by the Manifestation of Shadows.

Barisada, shining white, was opening a path.

The white blade unfolded infinitely in a circular shape, erasing the Manifestation of Shadows. It was slow, but the fake couldn’t avoid it either.

If there had been a little more distance, if the fake had shaken off his self-satisfaction of being “invincible” and faced reality…

He would have had a chance to fight and hide his body within the Manifestation of Shadows again.

Even if the power he possessed wasn’t obtained by his own will, he undoubtedly had the strength equivalent to the Genesis Knight.

“Before it got to this, you should have run.”

Jin said what the fake had said and swung his sword for the second time.

The blade came down, cutting the fake’s chest. He fiercely protected his heart, but the Shadow Energy formed as armor, scales, bones, and flesh, was all cut effortlessly.

The blackened heart of the fake Murakan was exposed.

It already looked broken and corroded in several places.

[No… This can’t be. I am Murakan. The Murakan from a thousand years ago. The existence that all things feared so much! I cannot be defeated by someone like you who is not even a Genesis Knight…]

“You are revealing your true colors. If it had been him instead of you, he would have easily dealt with this attack. It would have been the power of a true Genesis Knight, that’s for sure.”

[Don’t kill me!]

The fake was giving his final struggle, using everything he had to strengthen the Manifestation of Shadows that held his heart.

The extinguished darkness was being filled in, and Barisada seemed to lose its light.

From the two pairs of wings that extended with a roar, an endless stream of black chains gushed out, and the swirling Shadow Energy looked as if it was going to devour and tear Jin apart at any moment.

“Useless.”

But Jin shattered it all with just the third strike, a single downward cut.

The menacing black chains were absorbed by Barisada’s blade, scattering into white particles, and the darkness split into an even greater mass than when Jin first executed Reincarnation.

The fake still couldn’t distance himself from the approaching Barisada, having to face the blade heading towards his heart.

[Stop… What benefit would you get by killing me? You will face a dirty and terrible truth. Your guardian dragon could go mad again and become someone like me! If you stop now, I will tell you who sent me here].

“I was tempted for a moment, bastard. But what to do now? I promise you I will kill you and return to him.”

[This painting, this world, has been corrupted by contamination! I am its core. If you kill me, the whole world could collapse… If I die, you might be trapped here forever. Anything can happen in this corrupted world]

In the end, the fake was just a fake.

No matter how much he resembled Murakan, there was an insurmountable gap between him and the true Murakan of that time.

From the beginning, the true power of the Genesis Knight was something that couldn’t be artificially created.

No god could simply create a being with the power of the Genesis Knight at will.

“I will figure it out on my own. I will find whoever created you and make sure they pay. It’s disgusting to listen to you, so disappear now.”

Crack!

The fourth sword strike, a straight and slow push, pierced the fake’s heart.

As soon as Jin pierced his heart, the dark landscape of the Manifestation of Shadows was erased in a flash.

The fake trembled all over, flapping his wings.

[Grrr… Ugh… You will regret this, Jin… Runcandel! You shouldn’t have come here].

As the fake said, it wasn’t just the Manifestation of Shadows that was affected by the destruction of his heart.

The crumbling landscape of the storm castle, the sudden furious storm, and the bright moonlight flowing in the sky, all things vibrated unsteadily.

Jin didn’t hesitate and swung his sword to completely destroy the fake’s heart.

Pieces of the heart scattered in all directions, disappearing without a trace.

Now, there was no trace of the fake’s presence. It was a useless death, as if proving that he was nothing more than a fake.

Jin released Reincarnation.

He coughed up a bit of blood, but he didn’t suffer any fatal injuries.

“It seems the fake really is the core of this world. The entire subspace is vibrating, as if it could collapse at any moment.”

Jin wasn’t anxious.

Whether he escaped by tearing through the subspace with the Shadow Blade or simply held on and found a way, there must be a solution.

If he had been worried about those things from the beginning, Jin wouldn’t have come here.

However, at first, he thought it would be fine since he was with Murakan.

But when Jin looked back, he saw Murakan still suffering.

In fact, Murakan seemed to be in a worse state than before the fake disappeared.

“It seems the fake’s contamination was removed… and now Murakan’s repressed memories are coming back?”

Jin returned to Murakan and the Ten Great Knights.

Murakan’s black tears formed a small puddle.

Dranax and Vyollo were comforting Frey while trying to keep her conscious.

The fake had disappeared, and the power of the Manifestation of Shadows was gone, but there was no way Frey could survive.

Even before being hit by the Manifestation of Shadows, she had already suffered a fatal wound.

As Jin watched the situation, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

“Jin… Runcandel…”

Frey looked at Jin.

“Yes, Ancestor. Vamel is an alias, and that is my real name. I had no choice but to deceive you to avoid confusion.”

“Something felt strange from the beginning… but I wanted to trust you. Now, I realize that even if we had refused, you would have helped us.”

“Frey, don’t say that. Focus on staying conscious and breathing. We will take you to the healers soon…”

“Dranax… Vyollo. We are probably beings similar to the fake Murakan. The only difference is that the fake was here to cause harm, while we were here to protect. Don’t you all feel it? Friends…”

Frey was vaguely recognizing the truth of the world they lived in.

As the world began to collapse, the information that the original beings of the painting shouldn’t know flowed into their minds.

Dranax and Vyollo didn’t respond and kept their eyes tightly closed.

The Ten Great Knights also realized that their other companions hadn’t returned from external missions, and there were no reinforcements despite the chaos the fake was causing.

They were coming to the conclusion that this place was a recreation of a part of the world from a thousand years ago.

“But, Jin Runcandel. Unlike us, you and Murakan… The foolish Black Dragon we thought had betrayed us. You two must be real beings who live in reality… After experimenting with you, I am confident that the land we fight to protect… still belongs to us, even after a thousand years have passed.”

“Damn it, why does that damn Black Dragon keep doing this? Hey! Frey, me and Vyollo, we will disappear soon. Come to your senses and at least say goodbye. We died a thousand years ago, so we will never meet again, bastard!”

“That’s right, Murakan. I don’t know about me, but you can’t dismiss Frey like that. Come and listen to the confession she couldn’t make before.”

“No… Vyollo… Why are you suddenly talking nonsense in this situation…”

As soon as Frey got angry, Murakan transformed into a human and approached Jin and the Ten Great Knights with a bewildered expression.

He fell to the ground, repeating the same words.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, everyone. I… I killed them all. The Family knights, the people… It was all my fault…”

Yes, Murakan.

It’s all your fault.

At that moment, everyone heard a low, dark voice.

The voice was one that Jin, Murakan, and the Ten Great Knights had heard before.

Jin had heard it from the recording devices Solderet left behind, while the others had heard it directly through their interactions with him.

It was Temar Runcandel.

You mercilessly killed the companions who once trusted you…

And now, are you even trying to get rid of me?

Is that the decision of Solderet and yours?

Is it for the sake of the Thousand Year Contractor?

As Temar’s words continued, the scenery was changing, becoming clearer.

The truth from a thousand years ago, recorded by Kaytam before the painting’s corruption, was being revealed.

Murakan’s face paled as he looked around, his head in confusion.

Temar’s gaze from a thousand years ago was fixed on him, and Murakan couldn’t look those resentful eyes directly.