Chapter 1

"Lord, the best sword on the continent has been completed."

Bin, one-armed, knelt down on one of his knees and held up his sword.

People around Vienna watched him.

All of them were people who called themselves out of the continent.

Among them, 'Captain of the SS' Heldon Grander standing in front of Vienna stood out.

A long wound on one eye and a huge body.

It looked like a giant bear standing there.

Heldon raised the long sword that Bean had handed him.

The weight of the gigantic long sword seemed light enough to lift it easily.

Heldon frowned, looking intently at his sword.

"Great."

Heldon's mouth burst out of admiration.

The blade of the sword. The sword part of the handle.

It was the best sword with nothing to criticize.

Heldon nodded his head with a happy expression on his face.

"How can you make such a famous sword despite being one-armed… … . Indeed, the nickname of the best blacksmith on the continent of Ghana is not worth it."

Bean, with a happy smile, bowed his head toward Heldon.

"Thank you, my lord. Next time, I will show you a better sword than this."

"Ha ha ha ha ha. A better sword."

Heldon smiled happily and approached Bean.

By the way… …

Whoops!

Bean vomited blood and grabbed her stomach.

Bean's expression was quite the opposite of what it had been before.

His famous sword 'Lumina Re' was piercing through his own stomach.

There was no sound coming out of the pain of the ripping of flesh.

"… … ."

Bean, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, forcibly squeezed his voice.

"Uh, why… ?"

Heldon raised an eyebrow at Bean's question.

"It kills performance once. Wouldn't it be disappointing to Luminare if I made one more sword like this? This sword will be widely known, so close your eyes. Youngest son of 'Basconga'."

At that moment, Bean felt like he had been stabbed in the back of the head with a mace.

'My identity… … Did you know?'

It was.

Bean was the youngest son of the Bascons and had an antagonistic relationship with the Grander.

The purpose of offering the famous sword was to gain Heldon's trust and to avenge her mother's death by him.

Bean's eyes widened.

'Damn it… … !'

People around Vienna started running at him.

It was the "Ghanaian Guard", the most elite of the Ghana Empire.

In the blink of an eye, swords, axes, and spears were lodged in Bean's body.

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops… … !

sound in succession.

Soon, red blood gushed out like a fountain.

The figure of Bean with weapons all over his body resembled his hedgehog.

Bean's face turned red and his pupils trembled.

Seeing that, the guards opened their mouths.

"You dare to hit the back of the head on the one-armed subject! That's good. okay."

"Because he's the youngest, even his embarrassment is cute. Ha ha ha ha ha."

The bodyguards looked at Bean's wrinkled smile and smiled.

Among them, there were those who commissioned weapons from Vienna.

However, he didn't care at all.

"It's a one-handed life anyway. Don't be too embarrassed."

"I should have been reborn right away. Say thank you for stopping your breath. Ha ha ha ha ha."

The guards shook their heads and began to burst into laughter.

"… … ."

Bin's eyes lost focus.

The bodyguards were convinced.

Bean is going to fall soon.

However, their expectations were wrong.

Bin clenched his teeth and stepped forward with his feet.

tuck. tuck.

Then the weapons in the hands of the bodyguards shook.

"… … !"

For a moment they open their eyes.

Bean drew the sword from his waistline.

visor!

Conceptually, it was impossible.

It was an action that was possible only with mental strength.

At Vienna's tenacity, the bodyguards were stunned.

"No, with this body it moves and moves… … ! I bled like that on the floor… ."

As he said, blood dripped from his body.

drop. drop. drop… … .

It was more than the size of his two hands outstretched.

The pupil of one of the bodyguards shook in surprise.

"Yeah, that's right, what are you going to do with that body now?"

Bean raised the corners of his lips with his cold eyes.

"What's the point of having your stomach pierced and bleeding a little? Can't you lift a sword or something?""… … !"

gulp.

The bodyguards swallowed their saliva at Bin's cold expression.

It is clearly a body that has been shattered.

However, his fighting spirit was boiling more than anyone else.

Bean raised his hand holding his sword high.

'Mother's Revenge. As much as that guy… … .'

But when the sword reached Heldon Grander's eyes, it stopped.

After a lot of commotion, everyone was stunned.

At that moment, one of the bodyguards, who saw Vienna, shouted with flashing eyes.

"Stand, he died standing… … ?!"

"No, that's absurd… … !"

Bean stood like a statue in front of the SS, with blood all over his body.

Vienna's inner consciousness gradually clouded.

'mother… … .'

The face of his mother came to mind, and his whole body lost strength.

It was a dog-like death.

'Rather than revenge, to give the enemy the best sword on the continent… … .'

Bean's heart warmed up.

I don't know if it's because of the pain or because of a grudge.

'If I had an arm, would my life be the same as it is now? No, wouldn't it have been different if I had lived like a scoundrel since I was a child?'

He was called the dunjae of the Bascon family, and he lived with disrespect for being one-armed.

Family members, blood brothers and sisters, even his father ignored him.

He didn't even know he had a talent for production.

'I wasn't giving up… … .'

It is a time of irreversible regret.

Bin's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

'Even if I struggled like that, I'm not saying I'm not good enough… … .'

Numerous images flash through his mind like a panorama.

Born as the youngest child of her duke family, she sees herself trampled by her siblings.

A mother bleeds from Heldon's sword.

A figure of himself crafting a weapon, striking the hammer so that her hand swells.

Countless memories flashed past my eyes like a panorama, and the surroundings darkened.

'Is this the end… … ?'

If I closed my eyes now, it seemed that I would be one step closer to that question.

* * *

My vision, which had been dark a while ago, has brightened.

And a familiar landscape caught my eye.

Numerous scarecrows armed with armor around.

It was the place where he trained as a child.

"… … ?!"

A familiar voice could be heard in Bin's ears.

"Did you fall down with this level of training? Can you still call me Basconga?"

low voice.

It was the voice of Morden, the head of the Bascon family, whom I had heard since childhood.

'Oh, father? How the hell is this… … !'

Bean was confused.

Obviously, the sword pierced the ship.

However, the past where he was trained in swordsmanship at the age of four is unfolding before his eyes.

It was a custom of the Bascon family to raise children strong from the moment they held the sword.

Morden's voice was heard in the ears of Bin, who was immersed in thought.

"This bandage has come loose."

Morden, who had a massive body, bowed his head and looked down at Vienna carefully.

Bin also followed Morden and shook his head.

That was the moment.

Bean couldn't keep his mouth shut.

'Right arm?!'

It was as if he was dreaming.

His right arm, which he had never seen in his own memory, appeared before his eyes.

Although it was a black arm that was different from others… … .

Bean looked puzzled and raised his right arm.

His hands were trembling, and it was awkward.

Morden looked closely at Vienna's black arm and frowned.

"An arm imbued with the power of the monster 'Bellatan'… … ."

'bell… … Rattan?'

I've heard of frequency.

He was a first-class monster that threatened the entire Ghana continent before he was born.

A woman appeared from Vasconga to prevent the destruction of the continent.

She then sealed her bella tan to her own body.

As a result, a child with that power would be born through generations.

'The power of a monster resides in my body… … !'

A bewildered Bean thought he was one of them.

It's either a dream, or it's crazy to go back to the past… … .

Somehow, I was starting to become more and more convinced of the latter.

Bean looked around at the siblings who were practicing swordsmanship.

Siblings looking down at Vienna from afar. He looked at him with contempt.

Bean's expression on that lookwas frowned upon.

'I'm sure I'll see these guys again… … .'

He was the youngest member of the three great battle families, the Bascons, that everyone else wanted to become.

There is a high probability that the interests of the six siblings and a satisfactory life will be guaranteed in the future.

But for Bean, there were only trembling memories.

He was born as a one-armed man, and that is because he was the blunt man of the family who was subjected to bullying every time.

Morden looked at Bin, who was restless, and handed her a wooden sword.

"Then, we will start training again in 30 minutes. so you can calm down."

Morden went to guide her other siblings with a cold gaze.

Meanwhile, there was something that caught Bean's eyes.

It was her wooden sword.

Seeing her appearance, Bin's brow furrowed.

He is Vienna, who was called the greatest blacksmith of the past.

I never liked a blunt wooden sword.

"This is not… … ."

Bean looked around him.

His gaze was directed to an iron barrel containing various weapons.

Bean drew his dagger there and his eyes lit up.

After a while.

Bean was slashing his teeth with the dagger he held in his left hand, with his wooden sword fixed to the surrounding rocks.

Someone frowned at the sight… … .

It was Morden.

"Empty Bascon, are you idling around here without training?"

raised voice.

Bean's actions seemed disrespectful.

Morden immediately grabbed Vienna's wooden sword.

At that moment, Morden stopped.

Morden looked at his hand with his enlarged pupils.

"… … !"

But to his surprise, his own finger was cut.

Morden was frozen on the spot by his unfamiliar experience.

He is a 'first-class knight' who is called the realm of the gods, and he was surprised that he only cut his hand with a wooden sword, even though he wasn't even a true sword.

'How is this… … .'

Morden looked carefully at her wooden sword with her wide eyes.

The surface finish of the sword was excellent, and it was very sharp.

It's hard to believe that he's the same as the existing wooden sword he gave out.

Morden judged the situation by looking at the dagger in Vienna's hand.

'I hope Bin will use this wooden sword… … ?'

Morden raised the corner of his lips again, looking at the wound on his hand.

'It's fun.'

he was sure

Now that the Dwarf has disappeared from the public.

If it's not a coincidence, that child will change the game of the continent… … .

Bean was bewildered by the situation in front of him, but the joy that rose within him could not be helped.

Because the sensation in his hands was still alive.

Immediately, Bin's eyes lit up, and he remembered the Ghanaian SS who had killed him.

'Yeah, if this isn't a dream… … . I will repay you with the best sword on the continent that I have never seen before.'