## Chapter 119 – Soul Ascension Battle
Oil was dripping from the sword.
A brilliant idea can elevate humanity to a higher dimension. Einstein did it, and Edison has done it. There might be more, but I don’t know them well. After all, those were the only two scientists I knew.
Anyway, the Wright brothers.
The Wright brothers were legendary siblings who realized humanity’s desire to fly in the sky. In short, they could be called Legend Brothers.
The brothers, who were abnormally obsessed with wings to soar through the sky, created the framework for the concept of an airplane through bone-carving efforts and put that possibility into practice.
They raised humanity to a higher place in both a figurative and physical sense.
However.
At the same time, the era of aerial warfare had begun. Humanity had reached a higher place, but by violating the sky, its nature plummeted into the abyss of the bottomless pit.
Fighter planes massacred people.
Bombers carried bombs, causing countless people to die en masse.
Children screamed and died from bullets and bombs falling from the sky, and adults called out to God and turned to dust.
Airplanes were truly a sin of humanity.
It was death itself scattered from the sky, a floating grim reaper. The Wright brothers never intended this, but groundbreaking ideas eventually evolve in a direction that kills people well. Dynamite was also a similar kind of thing.
Thus, new technologies and ideas only truly shine when used in violent ways.
Ah, Edison. Einstein. And the Wright brothers and Nobel.
What flowed down the sword wasn’t just oil.
It was both the tears of joy of the scientists who laid the foundation for scientific development,
And the tears of war victims who died tragically from new technologies.
“Roel. Shoot a Fire Bolt at me.”
In the midst of my haziness, I said quietly.
“ㅡCondolences to the innocent war victims.”
The blade was glistening thickly, saturated with oil. It was so ready to burn if fire touched it. Good. It’s been a while since I’ve played with fire. Let’s have some fun. My mother, who would force me to get salt even if I peed in my sleep, wasn’t here.
My idea will burn with destructive violence.
“Shoot it now! Fire Bolt!”
“…!”
Roel, startled by my shout, looked at me.
Serka was avoiding the Dryads’ attacks while making all sorts of ridiculous noises. Like the trash-tier martial artist he was, all he could do was run away, but still, he had learned how to use his body, so his evasion rate was high. His whole body was already stained with blood, though.
“What are you doing! Shoot it quickly, you damn bitch!”
“Eek! Are you really going to shoot!”
Shoot it quickly, you moron.
You’ll miss even if you shoot.
Roel, who had sprung to her feet, chanted mana. The rising air currents generated heat. The flames gathered by magical power formed a sphere, and the sphere of fire grew larger as the spell was completed.
Eventually, it swelled to the size of a baseball.
Roel glared at me. At the same time as she extended her staffㅡ
ㅡWhoosh!
A Fire Bolt flew towards me.
“Play ball.”
I recall memories of baseball. As a boy, I was a fairly well-known batter. Well, fame was only at the level that would work among neighborhood friends, and in practice, I was just a boy who liked baseball and couldn’t do anything.
I liked baseball.
I felt better than anything else when I hit the ball.
Watching the ball fly, I dreamed of becoming a baseball player.
However.
What broke my dream was none other than my own limitations.
I swung the bat.
I swung and swung again.
But no matter how much I swung the bat, hitting a proper ball was impossible for me. The monstrous pitchers from the school next door. And the ghost-like pitchers of the upperclassmen. Hitting their balls was physically impossible for young me.
Neither physique nor skill could catch up.
So I gave up baseball.
When a baseball channel came on while watching TV, I went into convulsions and changed the channel,
And thus, I was beaten by my father.
Baseball was both a dream and a hatred of my boyhood.
Hatred.
ㅡWhoosh!
A fireball flew towards me.
Mana, the source of incomprehensible power.
The Fire Bolt burning with that mana was reminiscent of a baseball. That baseball that I couldn’t hit, that I couldn’t overcome, that frustrated my dream.
“But why is that.”
Now it seemed so small.
Beyond looking small, it looked like something I could ‘overcome’.
Strength entered my arm.
“Batter number 4 at the plate.”
ㅡWhoosh!
The baseball came closer.
Perhaps because the pitcher’s skill was terrible, it flew slowly and with an unbelievably absurd trajectory. I grabbed the bat. No.
I grabbed my sword.
I take a stance.
I inhale.
I focus my eyes.
I twist my waist.
“Now.”
ㅡI swing.
The crimson sphere. I slash at it as if to cut it down. The swordsmanship I learned from Karin was by no means shallow. It was the essence of splitting a person’s life, the dark heresy itself. The trained shoulders and arms honestly load the correct force onto the blade.
In a space where time seemed to have stopped.
ㅡThe fireball was split in two.
“I cut it down.”
At that moment, time flowed againㅡ Bang! An explosion was heard. The heat was close, but the Fire Bolt, already cut in two, was just a ball of fire. At the same time as the explosion, the power of mana disappeared.
ㅡWhoaaaaaa!
At the same time, the flames reignited.
“Flame Swordsman, ㅡKim Kat.”
My sword was enchanted with fire attribute.
The flames that devoured the oil literally became karma and swallowed my sword. Like receiving a buff from Elise, the blade blazed with primal flames. That’s right. The reason I sprayed oil was for this.
“Descent.”
I, who had surpassed my boyhood self, had literally awakened. I saw the Dryad who was beating up Serka. She also saw me. ㅡHer eyes were frightened. Like a plant, she feared fire.
One step.
Two steps.
Finally, three steps.
I explosively ran and jumped at the Dryad. The blazing blade left a clear trail in the air, leaving afterimages. This was a symbolic attack that both consoled the war victims and suggested that science had led humanity to victory.
ㅡShiaaaaaa!!!
The Dryad, horrified, avoided my attack.
“Weak.”
Where she dodged, bushes were growing. My flame sword mercilessly burned those plants. The Dryad was once again in shock and didn’t know what to do. “Come on.” I taunted her and swung my sword again. Petals burned, and cut grass was burned in the air.
Do you know the terror of a forest fire?
The power of the fire demon that will devour everything was now dwelling in my sword.
ㅡShiaat, Shiaaaa!
Unable to watch any longer, the Dryad rushed at me. A vicious attack to avenge her kin. But a plant could never win against fire. Just slashing the sword diagonally made her unable to rush in and dodge.
“Come on, honorable warrior of the plant side. Representing your kin, stand before me and face me.”
Extremely excited, I spewed out all kinds of nonsense and swung my sword wildly. At this moment, I was endlessly serious. My victory was certain. Then shouldn’t I enjoy it seriously?
An unstoppable amount of confidence and self-esteem surged.
ㅡShiaat!
“Slow.”
She, who had created vines from the floor, was shot at me along with the vines.
I cut the vines. The cut vines burned as they were. At the same time, I used centrifugal force to cut the Dryad. Unlike before, now that fire attribute additional damage was starting to be applied, she couldn’t get a grip and was swayed by my pace.
ㅡShia, Shia! Shiaaaa!
Her body, barely missing my attacks, began to scorch. Now was the chance. I slammed consecutive flame slashes into her, who had lost her footing. The blade of fire drew a trajectory, burned flowers, and cut through the air. The Dryad’s scream erupted.
I always think, but the screams of monsters were as pleasant to listen to as outdated jazz.
“Pathetic.”
I attacked her as she retreated.
That’s when it happened.
“Huh!”
Eventually, unable to withstand the heat of the flames, the plants covering her body all fell off, revealing large breasts. Jiggling. Two large breasts were liberated and began to shake. Surprisingly, the fact that a plant had nipples was the mystery of nature.
I couldn’t help but be shocked by the sight.
“Y-You bastard! Are you using a honey trap in the middle of battle! Don’t you have any pride as a warrior, you!”
I roared, unable to contain my anger.
It was unbelievable. This was clearly an honorable duel. A sacred battle where warriors risked their lives to compete with each other, the loser would fall and become fertilizer, and the winner would be honored.
But this bitch suddenly used a honey trap to darken my eyes. It was truly a cunning method of revealing and shaking large breasts, which were like a man’s weakness.
This was completely looking down on me and belittling me.
It was like throwing a warrior’s honor in the trash.
The treatment I was receiving now was just that of a human trash blinded by lust.
ㅡShia, Shia…
The Dryad straightened her posture. According to her trembling, the heavy breasts that sagged downwards due to gravity shook. Shaking, shaking. It was as if she was hypnotizing me. It was unpleasant. Not only a honey trap, but also a hypnosis attack.
“This son of a bitch is still not coming to his senses!!!”
An unbelievable amount of anger erupted.
I will cut off those damn nightmare breasts.
Because I was a breast abuser.
“Tonight’s dinner is Dryad breast steak!”
I couldn’t forgive her for insulting the warrior.
In a desperate battle of life and death, she reveals her breasts to seduce the opponent? She was clearly a Dryad with outstanding beauty, like a beautiful fairy, but I am not one to be swayed by lust in a life-or-death battle.
Above all, Claudia is a hundred times prettier.
Although she seems to lose in terms of breasts.
“Iryaaaaap!!!”
Half out of my mind, I blindly charged at the Dryad.
I knew well that her attacks would not work due to the proven protective power of the armor. The sword was still burning, but because a lot of time had passed, it would only last for a few more seconds. I had to make a bet now.
ㅡWhoosh!
I swung my sword with the essence of my strength and swordsmanship.
The Dryad, who was already half scorched, had greatly reduced combat power and agility. Continuing to advance, I wrapped my arms around and twisted my wrist to unleash consecutive slashes. She, who grimaced in pain from the flames, barely managed to fend off the attacks with the tips of her nails, or twisted her body violently to avoid them.
ㅡShiaak!
And finally, a valid hit landed.
My blade completely shattered her nails, tore her hand apart, and dug in. I expected blood to spurt out, but no blood came out. What is it? What is it made of? Feeling the unknown, I pushed my legs in and twisted the tip of the sword to stab her chest.
Thwack. As the blade pierced into her body, the fire went out. At the same time, the Dryad’s knees also collapsed. I pulled out the sword, raised my hand high, and struck down with all my might.
ㅡScuck!
The Dryad was bisected as it was. The taste of cutting was not deep… as if the inside was empty. The moment I wondered, the answer came out. The Dryad, split in two, fluttered in the wind and fell like a leaf.
ㅡWhiririk.
About half of the leaves fell to the floor, blackened, and the remaining ones fluttered in the wind and disappeared into the air. That was the Dryad’s end.
Surprisingly, there were no spoils.
“No, shit. Does that make sense?”