Reincarnated User Manual

It had been seven years since Shiron possessed this body inside the game.

Many questions had arisen during that time, and quite a few answers had been found. However, the answer to ‘Is this really the world within the game?’ remained elusive.

It was not to say this wasn’t the world of ‘Reincarnation of the Divine Sword.’

Lucia, bearing the past life of Kyrie, existed, as did other characters from the game like Siriel. The guardians of Dawn Castle, the weaknesses of the demonic beasts, and equipment like holy artifacts were exactly as described in the game.

Yet, there were definite differences from the game.

Characters often spoke lines beyond their scripted dialogue, and Shiron saw techniques used that he didn’t know of.

But still, he wanted to check.

The first pattern that enters when encountering a vampire swordsman.

‘It was supposed to be an unavoidable strike.’

In the game, the moment you drew your sword and stepped forward, you had to respond with evasion. But he blatantly blocked it.

An attack pattern that would have caused significant damage and been indefensible was broken.

Despite the heavy blow making his wrist tingle, such minor pain was inconsequential. Why else would he have gone to a seminary and received priestly orders?

‘At least the swordsmanship I’ve learned hasn’t been in vain.’

Being able to do something or not determines the outcome of a fight.

Though unfamiliar situations often led to trouble, this was a welcome change he would embrace any number of times.

The more tools you can use, the better. It was fortunate that the system wasn’t properly applied. Shiron…

Crack-

“Your expression doesn’t look good. Did I hurt your pride?”

In the midst of positive thoughts, the vampire swordsman suddenly said something incomprehensible.

A half-smile with an arching eye. What was so amusing?

“Swing your sword a bit heavier. How can you exert any strength like that?”

“Can’t you shut up?”

Whack! Swinging his sword, Shiron kicked the vampire swordsman in the abdomen. It was a kick meant to burst his stomach, but Andrei was only pushed back about ten steps.

Was a holy sword necessary after all? He would have killed him long ago if he could use mana.

‘No, now is the time to test my strength. Let’s see how far I can go.’

Shiron steadied his breath and gazed at Andrei. The enemies he had faced so far had perished before exchanging a few blows, presenting many things to be cautious about.

Even now, look. The vampire swordsman’s body lost its tension, and he sprang towards this side. The speed was barely visible to the eye. But it can be received. Clang! There was a thunderous noise as if the building would collapse, and the ground where he stood shattered.

The force transmitted from the sword’s blade intensified.

“Huh.”

Shiron steadied his breath again. His body, devoid of any mana flow, had proven its endurance. There was no point in continuing the fight.

The hilt tightened in his grasp. As a faint light climbed the blade, Andrei’s brows furrowed.

‘What’s this sudden power…’

Andrei’s face wrinkled. His wrist, receiving the sword, began to tingle. The flames flaring with each swing were lethal to someone of his demonic nature.

But he didn’t back down, even though he had been hit hard.

“Hmph!”

Shiron put all his strength into bringing down his sword. Even if the opponent defended, it didn’t matter. The attempt to change the course of the fight was what mattered.

Crack!

As honestly as he swung, the opponent easily blocked it. So what? The force of the swing had cratered the floor. The vampire, exposed to the holiness for a long time, turned black, and his strength was evidently not as it used to be.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Shiron relentlessly struck down at the vampire swordsman.

The sword, wrapped in white flames, inflicted lethal holy fire upon contact.

Kneeling, unable to withstand the onslaught, the vampire swordsman crumbled. His baffled reaction was an added bonus in the continuous barrage of strikes.

‘He can’t escape.’

Bang-! With all his might, the strike was louder than before. The vibration of solid objects colliding reached even the skin. Wood splinters and marble tiles scattered, and in the cratered ground, there was no trace of what used to be a vampire swordsman.

Melted by the holy-infused sword, Shiron left the lifeless body behind and turned his gaze towards the stairs leading upstairs.

‘Why isn’t she appearing?’

Camilla Rodos.

A vampire who received a blessing to walk under the sun. Yet, she preferred dark, gloomy rooms and only roamed the streets at night.

But it was odd that there was no reaction despite the chaos caused.

‘Considering what was said earlier about the master, she must be here… Did she escape in the meantime?’

Creak-

She hadn’t escaped. From the staircase that Shiron was watching, the sound of someone slowly descending the steps was heard. Even after the battle, he had enough stamina.

Seira was outside, ensuring no escape, so that was not a concern either.

Creak-

Shiron tensed up and held his black iron sword.

“…I have to run away.”

?

‘What did I just say?’

Suddenly.

His heart pounded violently, and cold sweat ran down. Creak- Creak- Creak-

“Shit.”

Shiron cursed. It was too much to expect to defeat an Apostle before the coming-of-age ceremony. Even Lucia hadn’t had her ceremony yet. How could Shiron, who hadn’t either, possibly kill an Apostle?

Unnecessary emotions and thoughts began to fill his mind.

“Is this what panic feels like?”

Shiron took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

He couldn’t kill the Apostle on the first try. Neither had Lucia, and certainly not Shiron. The plan was to memorize the opponent’s power and then run away…

Pointless thoughts.

Crack- Unintentionally, he bit his tongue.

Shiron shook off the overwhelming feeling. His thoughts realigned.

He came here to witness the power of the Apostle firsthand and to kill it. He wouldn’t have come if it were impossible from the start.

He was well prepared. In this building, there were only himself, Seira, and Camilla Rodos.

Camilla Rodos was alone. There was no unexpected threat.

“You’re holding up better than I thought. Ordinary humans would have broken down by now.”

“…Is that so?”

“You’re quite unusual, aren’t you?”

Creak- Creak- The chilling sound of someone descending the stairs grew louder. In the moonlit stairway, the figure of a woman gradually became visible.

Pale skin, a semi-dress revealing her chest, and chillingly sharp red eyes.

Camilla Rodos, exactly as Shiron remembered her.

“But you’re not panicking as much as I thought. Have we met before? Or have you encountered vampires before…?”

Whoosh-

The smell of blood rushed to his nose. The metallic scent made his stomach churn. No, it wasn’t the smell that made him nauseous.

Shiron felt a burning sensation on his back.

“You’re a good boy. It must hurt, but you don’t scream.”

Camilla Rodos leaned in close.

In her hand was freshly drawn blood. Camilla began to suck on her red fingers.

“It’s fascinating. Your blood is infused with holy power… How did this happen? Even a cardinal shouldn’t be like this.”

Could he be a hidden child of the Holy Emperor? If not…

As she savored the blood, a faded page from her distant memory suddenly surfaced.

It was a familiar taste.

Camilla’s face contorted with ecstasy.

Prient. The prophecy the Lord warned Camilla about…contemporary romance

“Could it be Prient… Yes, it is Prient. But why does he have holy power? Weren’t you supposed to have the power of prophecy? Answer me. It’s bothering me.”

“… Can’t you tell from the priestly robes? A priest would have some holy power.”

“Ah, I see. I haven’t been out much, so I didn’t even know that’s what priestly robes looked like.”

“Camilla Rodos.”

“Oh yes. That’s exactly my name.”

Camilla leaned in close to Shiron, making eye contact.

“Did Andrei tell you? Or was it your special power?”

“Will you let me go if I answer? I need to use the bathroom.”

Shiron tried to act nonchalant, but Camilla ignored it. Instead, she seemed indifferent to Shiron’s rigidity, putting her hands together and assuming a prayer-like posture.

“Lord, I am grateful for providing me my daily bread today.”

“…?”

Shiron’s eyes widened. What the heck did she just say? Daily bread?

Camilla opened her mouth wide, laughing. Then she interlocked her fingers with Shiron’s, laughing in a creepy manner.

“Don’t be too scared, dear. I’ll eat you without causing pain.”

Camilla spoke with a murderous intensity.

Was he going to die? Here? He couldn’t die so pointlessly.

Shiron laughed emptily.

‘I never thought I’d actually have to use this.’

Shiron moved the sword hidden somewhere in his body. His body couldn’t move, but fortunately, his storage ability was activated.

Underneath the sleeve of his shirt, on his forearm, the blade of the holy sword slowly emerged.

‘Let’s see if I can survive this, even after being bitten.’

And so, the mouth full of sharp teeth opened wide.

Crack!

A pillar of light fell from the sky.

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