For now, I can only use the first stage of the sword technique.
My physique has grown stronger… but not strong enough.
Not strong enough to wield its true power.
Not strong enough to survive the consequences.
The description was clear — I shouldn't use it too much.
And yet, the urge to draw it never fades.
I don't know what price I'll have to pay.
So I choose to hide my abilities… until the day I am strong enough to stand against the threats of this world.
And my blessing…
I don't even know how to feel about it anymore.
It's powerful.
Disturbingly useful.
At least it has an "on and off" function… as if the heavens themselves feared what I might become.
I don't want to meddle in the affairs of others.
I don't want to become a storm that destroys everything in its path.
But then… there is the sword.
From its very description alone, I understood the truth.
It is dangerous.
Even when I merely swing it through the air, the space around the blade trembles, as if reality itself fears being torn apart.
This sword…
I must hide it.
Until I become stronger.
Until I become someone who can control it… instead of being consumed by it.
And then, the description appeared...
>Sword [Void Reaver Sword]
Rank: Unknown???
Type: Unknown???
A cold whisper echoed inside my mind…
> "What are you willing to erase… to become the sole ruler?"
That was all about the information mentioned in there...
The descripton alone was creepy enought, the sword's ordinary looks might deceive any one but holding it tells a different story.
For the time being, i have to use an custom made one. Until i get this sword under control and strong enough!!
My instinct warning me to never hold the, but
I will hold it, if holding this sword is the only path to power then i will hold itb, but not now when the situation is dangerous, when my power alone won't be enough....
Everything that comes from the ruins is dangerous.
One careless step… and it could mean death.
I have to be careful.
>Before he could dismiss the status window, another notification descended without warning.
Ding!!
You have unlocked Sword Intent.
In an instant, the world fell into absolute silence.
Not a breath stirred. Not even time itself seemed to move.
A full minute passed before Raven realized he was still standing there. His lips parted slightly, disbelief freezing his expression—only for him to force them shut again, as if words themselves had failed him.
He was completely dumbfounded.
A presence—vast, sharp, and formless—settled around him.
[Sword Intent (Legendary · Growth Type)]
The pinnacle of swordsmanship. The realm all swordsmen dream of, yet almost none ever reach.
With Sword Intent, the blade was no longer merely a weapon. It became an extension of the wielder's very existence. No swing was needed only will. Where intent reached, the sword followed.
If the will was absolute, then nothing could remain uncut.
By stepping into a higher realm, wielding a superior form of the sword, and awakening the "Unknown" rank of sword skill, Raven's comprehension of the blade had transcended common sense itself.
His understanding no longer belonged to mortals.
The world acknowledged him.
The conditions for awakening Sword Intent had been fulfilled.
Across the entire continent, it was common knowledge: Sword Intent was not something learned it was something earned.
A phenomenon so rare it signaled the birth of a calamity. A monster among monsters.
And now Raven had stepped into that domain.
Even among billions of people exceptional sword masters and prodigies alike only one or two chosen individuals would ever acquire it.
That alone proved how rare it truly was.
The same applied to all legendary skills.
Skills like this did not belong to everyone.
Every job or class possessed its own legendary skill, but just like in a game only the main character, or someone blessed by fate, could ever unlock one.
Across countless generations, only a single individual would awaken such power.
Legendary skills were never meant to be common.
And yet Here he was.
This generation was an exception, because more than two or three people acquired sword intent and other legendary skill's an era of monsters.
The more he understood, the clearer it became. He had taken yet another step toward becoming something terrifying.
Something stronger.
Now… it's time to train.
I must master every single ability I possess no shortcuts, no excuses.
Luckily, the original owner of this body left behind emergency funds.
A surprisingly large sum… perhaps his life savings.
A silent lifeline.
After countless hours of relentless training, my body has changed.
Stronger. Sharper. Faster.
And after learning the new sword techniques and awakening elemental power…
my confidence rose.
Especially after I accidentally awakened something far more terrifying the legendary Sword Intent.
Even so, I can't reveal everything.
I will hide my true strength… but I won't lose.
I'll aim for second place in the academy.
Because second place brings resources.
And first place…
brings eyes,enemies andUnnecessary attention.
And right now,I don't need the world watching me.
Days passed, raven trained without stop.
It had been almost two months since I awakened within this unfamiliar body.
From that moment onward, I threw myself into relentless training—obsessive, almost maddened. Day and night blurred together as steel clashed, muscles screamed, and limits were shattered again and again. My growth far exceeded even my own expectations. Still… raw strength alone was not enough.
What I lacked now was practical experience—real combat, real danger, real blood.
As these thoughts crossed Raven's mind, his gaze hardened. With a silent command, he called forth the familiar status window, its presence responding as if it had been waiting all along.
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STATUS WINDOW
Name: Raven Blackheart
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: Swordsman
Core: Adept Stage (ll)
Talent Grade: ???
Evaluation: ???
Unique Ability: None Detected
Blessing – Mysterious Aura: Voidborn Insight (NEW!!)
[The one whose presence is "unknown."
Not even the universe itself recognizes your existence]
Abilities – Voidborn Insight
• The blessed individual sees truths never meant for mortal eyes.
• Can perceive hidden intents, falsehoods, unspoken threats, and unseen anomalies.
• (Other abilities locked due to host's lack of strength)
Traits:
• Eyes of Perception
• Ultimate Physique
Elements: NIGHT, THUNDER
Sword Art: "Starless Shadow Sword Art"
BASE STATS
StatRank:
Strength E+
Endurance E+
Stamina D+
Agility E
Intelligence E+
Charm E+
Mana C+
SKILLS
• Intermediate Quick Step — 33%
• Intermediate Swordsmanship — 99%
• Intermediate Handling — 43%
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> "An anomaly… strong, yet far from the summit.
A seed bearing the faint possibility of transcending its limits."
Not much had changed since last time. My swordsmanship had already reached the peak of the intermediate level, and no matter how much I refined it, further growth was painfully slow.
The same applied to my core.
I had pushed it into the mid Adept Stage, but going beyond that threshold was no simple task. Each step forward now demanded something more than repetition.
The protagonist had reached Disciple Stage Rank One by the time of the academy entrance exam, a realm standing clearly above the Adept Stage. The named characters were no different each of them walking paths dangerously close to that level.
If I wanted to compete…
No,if I wanted to survive
I had to reach Disciple Stage Level I before entering the academy. Only then could I confidently secure second place.
There was only one answer to both of my problems.
To grow my core.
To push my swordsmanship beyond its limits.
I needed real combat.
Fortunately, fate had placed the solution right before my eyes.
The vast jungle stretched endlessly ahead, crawling with monsters living, breathing targets. Perfect training dummies. As long as I didn't venture too deep, I could avoid attracting anything beyond my current capabilities.
After a period of preparation, Raven set out to hunt.
Two weeks ago, while pushing his stamina to its limits within the jungle, he had stumbled upon something unexpected a low-rank dungeon hidden deep among the trees. At the time, he had been far too weak to even consider challenging it.
But now…
Things were different.
What once spelled certain death had transformed into the ideal battlefield.
A dungeon meant danger.
A dungeon meant growth.
And for Raven It was a perfect opportunity.