REAPER SCANS
Regressing as the Reincarnated Bastard of the Sword Clan
[Translator – Mr.Ghost]
[Proofreader – Harley]
Chapter 63 - Former Chosen One (3)
«Body Cleansing Purification».
It was an ancient secret technique that forcibly purged impurities from the body, refining one's constitution for better magic power cultivation.
Once practiced solely by prestigious martial clans to cultivate their heirs' talents, the complex procedure demanded multiple experienced experts, channeling vast reserves of magic power for days on end.
Because of this, it was rarely attempted, and even then, it was typically used on children no older than five.
Yet Theo was now undergoing this very ritual.
It was a twist of fate, an improbable convergence of events.
The old man's bite hadn't just injected corpse toxin. If it had, Theo's Dragon Heart-enhanced immune system would have easily neutralized it.
This toxin, however, was far more insidious, potent enough to instantly overwhelm his defenses.
The old man must have been a martial master rivaled only by a few in the Northern Region.
So, the toxic bite not only contained a great amount of accumulated magic power, but it was also laced with demonic essence, cultivated from consuming ghostspirit mushrooms for decades while teetering between life and death.
The sheer volume and variety of these foreign energies mixed together into the ‘demon shadow toxin’, the same poison that had birthed the Evil Shadow Dragon in his previous life.
As the demon shadow toxin pushed Theo to the brink, Umbra intervened.
Accustomed to consuming ghostspirit mushrooms as a delicacy, Umbra countered their thirst and toxicity with crystals, instinctively knowing the precise amount needed to neutralize the poison.
Thanks to Umbra, a delicate equilibrium formed between the demon shadow toxin and its antidote.
In that precarious moment, Theo's immune system rallied, and his faltering Dragon Heart resumed its beating.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Theo’s heart pounded fiercely.
Vwooom—
His dantian vibrated intensely.
Two distinct energies intertwined, surging through Theo. His immune system struggled to distinguish between toxin and antidote.
A decision was needed: absorption or expulsion.
Theo's immune system chose the former.
The inherent dragon-infused greed within his blood refused to relinquish such potent energy.
Magic power surged, instantly unlocking dormant vital points and venules. The magic circuit linking Theo’s Dragon Heart and dantian expanded dramatically.
Around this time, lightning energy began sparking around him. To contain and control this influx of magic power, his Thruma attribute had to be strengthened.
Crackle-sizzle!
Lightning crackled across Theo's body, burning away impurities and further tempering his muscles. The light intensified so much that it lit up the entire cave.
Fsss—
Then, subtly, the lightning's color shifted from yellow to black. Not a murky black, but a pure obsidian hue, like the darkness of the night sky.
It was black lightning.
"What is this…?" Evelyn murmured, stunned.
She had never heard of attribute magic power changing color. Despite her confusion, she didn't interfere.
Theo was clearly at a critical juncture.
Fwoom…!
Gradually, the black lightning's heat subsided, and all the energy coalesced within Theo.
Theo opened his eyes.
Flash!
A brilliant light pierced the darkness.
"Are you alright, Young Master…?"
Theo smiled faintly and nodded, saying, "Sorry for the worry."
Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed like his usual self again.
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[Observing 'Theo Ragnar'.]
[Theo Ragnar (15 years old/Male)
· Title: Flash Tiger, Millennium's Greatest Prodigy.
· Talent: Ragnar, Player, Observation, Inventory, Shop Access, Guardian Dragon's Significant Other, Body Cleansing Purification, Evil Shadow Dragon, [Access Denied], [Access Denied].
· Status: Bewildered by unexpected fortune. Has acquired the demon shadow toxin that created the Evil Shadow Dragon in his first cycle. This is a significant opportunity, but caution is required. Failure to manage it properly may result in becoming the second Evil Shadow Dragon.]
Evil Shadow Dragon.
The words caught Theo's attention. The power of the Evil Shadow Dragon…?
He swallowed involuntarily. He quickly scanned the remaining information.
[· Level: 21
· Stats (▼)
Strength: 112
Dexterity: 62
Vitality: 38
Magic Power: 238
Intelligence: 36
Luck: 21
· Skills (▼)
- Lesser Drake's Fear
- Hatchling Synchro
- Wyvern Taming
- [Access Denied]
․ Total Coins: 1]
‘85 stat points, just from the Evil Shadow Dragon Talent… That’s insane!’
All six of his stats had increased by at least 10 points. It was an incredible boost, equivalent to gaining 17 levels.
Of course, considering the power of the Evil Shadow Dragon Talent, the stat increase could be considered relatively small.
However, Theo wasn't focused on mere numbers. There was also the change in his constitution.
‘A Ragnar’s body can already be considered perfect, so to achieve Body Cleansing Purification and enhance it further… I’ll grow even faster now.’
Theo was immensely pleased. The warning about becoming another Evil Shadow Dragon if he mishandled the remaining demon shadow toxin didn't concern him, as self-control was already paramount in the War for the Throne.
‘The real question is, who was this old man?’
He turned to Evelyn, who was examining the old man's body and the surrounding area.
"Find anything?"
"Look here," Evelyn pointed to the wall beneath the chains.
Theo approached, narrowing his eyes. "A journal."
"Yes. It seems he regained his sanity occasionally."
Etched into the cave wall were entries written by the old man. The precise script, carved into solid rock, testified to his profound skill.
One entry read:
This place, my hiding place after Kyle and Robert defeated me, seems a fitting place to prepare for the future. But I doubt revenge is possible. My body is already ruined…
The name Kyle stood out.
"Young Master."
"Yes. It seems my father defeated him in the past. A contender for succession rights, perhaps?"
The old man's dying words echoed in his mind.
“Kyle! Kyle! Kyyyyyyle! Robert! Rooooooobert! I… I despise you allllllll!”
He hadn't paid much attention to them at the time, too preoccupied with the fight. But now, he understood.
‘Robert? What’s the Black Dragon’s involvement in this?’
Theo tilted his head, quickly scanning the remaining entries:
My body is quickly degrading. Perhaps it is because Robert injured my dantian? I’m trying to heal it, but it has not been easy. The ghostspirit mushrooms I’m eating to survive are driving me to death.
I’ve started to lose my mind. This is no ordinary sleepwalking. What is going on with my body?
I think I finally understand the changes to my body. It’s ‘Demonic Essence’. I’ve fallen into Ki Deviation. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it all! I haven’t even started my revenge yet! Why is this happening to me?!
I don’t know what I might do when I lose consciousness. If I happen to leave this place, everything will be ruined, so I had no choice but to melt down my precious ‘Emerald Serpent Sword’ and turn it into chains… I’ve forcibly bound and contained myself.
Though I have shackled myself, these shackles are not of my own creation. They are a product of that damned Kyle and Robert. The day I free myself from these shackles will be the day I kill them.
I curse the heavens for giving me such trials…
The period of time when I lose consciousness seems to grow longer. One of these days, I might never regain lucidity.
If only I had one more chance. I am filled with nothing but regret.
I need to accept reality and make a decision. There is no more hope for me.
I hope someone will find this place and fulfill my dying wish for me. I leave my legacy here, praying that my successor will surpass them and avenge me…
The next bit of the journal was written in messy handwriting, but it detailed many martial passages.
Just skimming them, I could tell they were techniques of the highest level.
“«Flying Sword Technique», «God of Tempest»… This can’t be! Is this the Wind Baron?!” Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprise, looking back at the corpse of the old man.
Theo vaguely remembered hearing that name before.
“Isn’t the Wind Baron the person who competed against father in the War of the Throne forty years ago?”
“Yes. That is correct.”
“Didn’t people say he died? To think he was hiding here all along.”
Decades ago, one person resisted to the end against Kyle’s conquest for the throne.
Hector Ragnar, the Wind Baron.
Though his achievement and prestige were even greater than Kyle’s, he was a hero who was ultimately defeated.
He was known to be capable of freely controlling the winds. He was faster than a gale and fiercer than any storm against his enemies, but he was also said to be warmer than the spring breeze to his allies.
Who could have expected that this would be all that remained of such a legend?
He couldn’t let go of his desire for revenge even in his final moments, to the point that he even left a will in the hopes that someone would become his successor and defeat Kyle for him.
Suddenly, Evelyn knelt in front of Theo and stuck her head out, reminiscent of a criminal at an execution stand.
Theo frowned and asked, “What are you doing?”
“A vassal of Ragnar harming an heir is a capital crime, no matter the reason. So please—!”
“Stop it with this nonsense,” Theo cut off Evelyn.
“Who you harmed wasn’t a Ragnar but a maniac consumed by madness.”
“But…!”
“Besides, you did that to save me. Did you have any other choice?”
“......”
“But if that still bothers you, you can take the two techniques.”
Evelyn lifted her head in surprise. “The techniques of the Wind Baron are ultimate techniques said to even rival the Nine Dragons. How can I—?!”
“They are your reward for saving my life.”
“......!”
“Become the Wind Baron’s successor and carry on his legacy. That should allow him to rest in peace. And as his disciple, you will now be exonerated.”
Evelyn deciphered the meaning hidden behind Theo’s words.
Carrying on the Wind Baron’s legacy also meant defeating Kyle Ragnar, an essential step to seize the throne.
In other words…
“Evelyn, will you become my sword?” Theo asked, his powerful gaze piercing through Evelyn's eyes.
No. It wasn’t just her eyes. Theo’s intensity even pierced her mind and spirit.
“......!!” Evelyn trembled.
Theo had enabled her to wield the sword once again, and his mother had even gifted her a new arm to replace the one she had lost.
The old dream that she had to lay to rest was once again within her grasp.
But after having done all that, Theo was now even bestowing her with wings.
Evelyn shifted from kneeling to prostration. It was the courtesy a vassal showed to their lord.
The sword salute of a knight pledging fealty to their sovereign.
"I, Evelyn Nerevil, High-rank Swordsman of Ragnar, pledge my loyalty to serve you, Master Theo Ragnar, as your faithful vassal…" Her voice resonated with newfound strength. "…My great and esteemed lord, please accept this humble vassal's oath."
"I, Theo Ragnar," Theo declared, raising the Drake Blade and touching it to Evelyn's forehead and then each shoulder, "accept Evelyn Nerevil's oath of loyalty, engraving it upon my heart and soul, and hereby declare you my first sword, to stand by my side on this long journey."
Here, in this very place, the first oath of loyalty was sworn, marking the genesis of a new and grand legend.
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