Raising the Elf’s Genius Slayer

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Chapter

What is the Ki Eye? The character for mind (심) and the character for eye (안), when put together, literally means “the eye of the mind.”

Many people often mistake this for the ability to perceive the world without using their eyes, thinking that they are seeing through the Ki Eye, but that is merely an extension of the five senses or an opening of the sixth sense; it cannot be called the Ki Eye.

Have you ever heard of the term Ki Sword (심검)? Like the Ki Eye, it also refers to the sword of the mind.

Some may mistake the Ki Sword for an invisible sword, but that too is merely a type of intangible sword, far removed from the true Ki Sword.

So what exactly are the Ki Eye and Ki Sword that make them so coveted? It is because they touch upon the extreme of the intangible.

The Ki Sword is the sword of the mind. It is a supreme realm wherein, when one decides to cut something, they can cut through with just their will alone.

Mind Equals Death (심즉살). The level of being able to kill an opponent merely by willing it is akin to this.

The Ki Eye shares the same essence. Although there isn’t an ability to kill an opponent just by seeing them, one can perceive that will, which is not limited to the hearts of living beings.

The mind is will. Will is the desire to instigate something. Even if the opponent has no intention to act, one can still see the phenomena that arise from that desire.

Finding a mind within an opponent who lacks desire is a contradiction and makes no sense. It has already been perceived; thus, the Ki Eye serves as evidence of the will of the heartless.

And it seems our Enok might have captured some type of Ki Eye in his vision.

“Oh my…”

I knew our Enok was a genius, but I never expected it to be to this degree!

“Oh my…!”

It seems I’ve underestimated Enok far too much. The Ki Eye! Not only has he realized the level of Mind Equals Death, but he also possesses the Ki Eye!

[Mind Equals Death? No, he can’t be that strong, can he?]

“I’m sure if Enok shows a bit of cuteness, he’ll die.”

It’s a limited Mind Equals Death, but still.

While watching Rionne, who was throwing all kinds of tantrums with a delighted expression, Enok felt something was amiss.

Pathos.

The circle that eternally cycles through emotions directed toward Rionne. Perhaps due to its influence, his left eye could see a bit more than usual.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if that’s really any great deal, but since Rionne likes him this much, I guess it doesn’t matter.

Right now, the more pressing concern is how to deal with these lines visible to the eye.

“Nothing feels different, though…”

The lines before him were a tangled mess, yet when viewed with his right eye, it was nothing but empty space.

What should I do with this…?

Thinking it over, Enok let out a puff of air.

“Well, I guess I’ll smash it.”

Most things in the world are resolved by strength. If that doesn’t work, just consider whether it’s a lack of strength—then other problems will get resolved too.

“Uniformly, take shape.”

He began to form the barrel of a railgun. The target was a single point. The quantity is meaningless; he focused all his energy on a single barrel.

Crackling────────!!!!

The massive barrel erupted with a blinding light as Enok, staring at the tangled lines, felt a thin drop of blood trickle from his left eye.

“Rail….”

“Enok…! Stop!”

The magic fizzled out with a sound that drained the energy. Enok tilted his head, looking at Rionne.

“Why?”

[Why, you ask? Are you trying to blow this place away!?]

Undine squawked. Rionne sighed in relief and drew the sword from her waist.

“I’ll take care of it, so just wait a moment.”

She raised her sword high into the sky. In a perfectly still posture, there was not even a hint of magical flow, yet Enok felt all the hairs on his body stand on end as he watched her.

“Um…”

As he took a slight step back,

Swish──────────

Something was cut. By the time he realized it, Rionne’s sword, which had pointed skyward, was now pointing at the ground.

“Thought…”

Is that thought? There’s a vague sensation. And then, the lines surrounding the sword that were eerily sharp visible with his left eye.

Could the true Ki Sword lie just beyond that? He pondered.

Swish—

The neatly cut void revealed its contents. Watching Rionne quietly, Enok saw her gesture toward him.

“Let’s go in, Enok.”

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“Rionne. Can you use the Ki Sword?”

Rionne’s eyes widened at Enok’s question.

“Hehe, why? Do you think I can use it?”

“Yeah.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t. If I could, I’d be a Sword God, not just a Swordmaster.”

The Ki Sword is usually something one can only wield at a demigod level. For reference, the Ki Eye is similar.

“Do you understand how ridiculous your eyes are, Enok?”

“Um… I’m not sure.”

“That’s fair enough.”

But soon he would come to realize how much nonsense one can pull just by possessing the Ki Eye.

“Anyway, focus now. You can’t afford to relax in a dungeon.”

Rionne glanced around.

‘A desert…?’

The life force of everything around them was completely drained. Even in a desert, this would be too much.

Feeling perplexed, she extended her Ki Sense, sensing something.

“Huh?”

Rionne’s expression turned sour as her rolling eyes locked onto Undine.

[Did you feel it?]

“You too?”

[Yeah.]

Undine said with an extremely furrowed brow.

[What a peculiar dungeon.]

…

Rionne moved cautiously, leading Enok. There were certainly adversaries here that could pose significant trouble even for her.

“…….”

Enok also kept mum, scanning the surroundings. In the distance was a procession of countless figures. They looked like an army.

‘Elves…?’

All those figures were above Master level. Such absurd power; what kind of dungeon could possibly contain such beings?

“Enok, this seems to be a rather unique dungeon.”

Turning at Rionne’s voice, he noted her serious expression as she surveyed their surroundings.

“It resembles a past scene…”

“Past?”

“Yes. If I’m right, it’s probably about three thousand years ago.”

Three thousand years. A far-off past, roughly equivalent to three Rionnes. Enok’s expression turned complex.

“Enok? What’s with that face? Are you feeling something weird right now?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Enok quickly shifted the subject.

“Is it really possible to recreate the past?”

“Well…? It must be possible if it’s right in front of our eyes, right?”

While Rionne tilted her head in confusion, another group appeared, distinct from the army of elves.

They had horns on their heads, and strange patterns were tattooed across their faces. The energy they exuded was gloomy, yet their power was undeniable.

“Sure enough, Demons.”

“Demons? What’s that?”

Enok raised an eyebrow at a word he had just heard for the first time.

“It’s a name for a race. They don’t exist anymore, though.”

[They went extinct three thousand years ago.]

Three thousand years? Wasn’t the dungeon recreating some scene from three thousand years ago?

Enok’s question was met with a nod from Undine.

[That’s correct. Have you heard of the War of the Dragons?]

He had. It rang a bell from a few casual mentions in Rionne’s lessons. There had been a massive war in the past, after all.

[It was a war between dragons and demons. Eventually, it turned into a war where every race beat down the demons.]

That’s pretty tragic. Getting ostracized across the whole continent.

[They summoned a Demon God to tear up the continent.]

“Well, they deserved it.”

Just then, the two armies clashed.

The sky was pulled down, soon to shatter. The ground was gouged deeply, revealing its crimson flesh, while the surrounding space broke down, mixing together various landscapes.

“…Rionne. Are we safe here?”

This seems like a bad idea. Just as Enok was stealthily trying to step back,

Chill────────

His body froze stiff. He couldn’t even dare to breathe. Something immense descended upon the spot.

Sword.

With the single word engraved in his mind, his knees buckled. He had to bow his head and worship. To serve that meaning with devotion. To become a sword and face the world…

“Good. Now take a slow breath. Exhale, inhale.”

Yes, good job. Enok regained his senses upon hearing Rionne’s voice.

Dazed, he looked at the battlefield.

A sword that descended from the sky, a fist that tore apart the earth, and magic that shattered and reassembled the space rained down upon an elf. No, is that even an elf? Through the obscured haze, a long shape swung what seemed to be a weapon.

Judging from the clues, it was a sword. Soon, the scene unfolded…

“Ugh…!”

Blood gushed from Enok’s lips. Memories were being sliced away. The principles of reality viewed through his left eye burned in his brain. When he was left with only the memory that he had been cut through,

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A long scar formed across the world. What was that? Even seeing it, he couldn’t comprehend. It wasn’t space that had been cut. It was the very world. Something both nothing and everything existed there. No, it was not even existing. Something that doesn’t exist was present before his eyes.

Nothing. Just by perceiving the incomprehensible principle, blood flowed from every hole in his body.

[Oh boy, what a waste with those eyes.]

A cold hand covered his eyes. Only then did he realize he hadn’t been breathing up to that point.

“Huuk…! Huuk…!”

As Enok gasped heavily, Rionne’s worried voice reached his ears.

“Fairy Sword God.”

His real name is Kyle Estor. A name he recognized.

“That’s our dad.”