After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

——Oh, beast.

That's just a false imagination.

There was no doubt that Murphy's dagger reached the shortest distance in an instant.

But she, Aimee Castina.

But he forced his body to move, twisting his upper body so that the tip of the knife moved from his neck to his shoulder.

The dagger that had pierced his shoulder gleamed with blood.

That's it, this incredible reaction speed.

Is this the difference between him and me, the difference between ordinary people and geniuses?

Believe it or not, this is inevitable.

Fate has told him that a sword is now at his neck.

But despite this, I can still feel the tension coming from my lungs.

Ames twisted her shoulders, deflecting the sword.

Just like that, he held the sword high above his head.

There's nothing we can do.

Oh, what a pity.

There's only one step left, one thing missing.

Something that could bridge the gap between mediocrity and the genius Ames.

Although he was about to die, Murphy could feel that his internal organs were still boiling.

My chest and body are very hot.

"A temporary farewell, Murphy - my good rival."

As Ames said this, she swung the blade at Murphy's head, who was unable to retreat.

The sunlight shines on the white sword.

——Ah, I wish, this hand could strike again. Yes, all I need is a sword to strike again, don't you?

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Frodo's sorrowful sobs danced in the air with the wind.

What lies before us is a life-threatening, repetitive battle of offense and defense.

Watching the blade swing and stab, Frodo's chest felt like it was being torn apart.

Here he goes again, he's forcing himself again.

Murphy tried her best to reach out and touch something that was simply out of reach.

Just give up, just run away, it has nothing to do with us.

Therefore, we should also be able to pursue those ordinary happy days that are within reach.

Every day, Frodo believes that she cannot live up to the expectations of the geniuses and can only live a low-key life.

But Murphy couldn't accept this.

In a scene in the underground temple, Frodo deeply realized this.

Even though he was just an ordinary person like me, he still extended his hand even at the risk of his life.

Ah, that posture is ideal.

That’s exactly my ideal.

Frodo knew very well that she couldn't do that.

That's why I decided to turn him into gold.

However, at this moment, Murphy was about to disappear from these hands.

No, I don't admit it.

I will never admit to such a thing.

But even so, we can't rescue Murphy here with weapons, nor can we use magic to support her.

Frodo is now powerless.

So, with tears streaming down her face, Frodo wove words.

That's not magic.

Frodo can no longer cast magic that is hostile to the city.

So, it's just a sentence, just a prayer.

Maybe it didn't mean anything, but she firmly believed that it would mean something.

There was no doubt that it was he who implanted a sword in him.

Because it was you who created him.

——I hope that this life can be happy.

Before Ames swung her sword, Frodo's blessing, which was about to fall, slightly shook the air.

Chapter 63 Sword

That sword originally had no inscription.

To be precise, the inscription has changed many times.

It changes its name and appearance according to its owner, and loses its name again after completing its mission.

So now, it has no name.

This sword is sometimes called the Sword of Glory and sometimes the Sword of Victory.

It has engraved many inscriptions on its body through the hands of many heroes.

Anyone who touches this sword must be a hero. This seems to be the fate determined by God.

That's when the hero completes his mission.

Some established countries, some became overlords of the continent, and some reached the pinnacle of kendo.

Then, when the time comes, the sword will fade from sight unnoticed, falling asleep, awaiting the arrival of its next master.

Jian now opened his heavy eyes.

It may have been hundreds of years since the last time.

But this is really strange.

The inscription that used to fall naturally from the sky was not now engraved on his body.

The sword, woven with magical power in ancient times, has even now become embedded in the flesh of its owner.

This sword has gone through a long history and generations of changes, but even so, this is still the first time it has encountered such a situation.

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The voice of a person whose essence was close to magic shook the air and reached the blade of the sword.

Even though the iron body no longer existed, the heavy eyelids still began to take effect.

At this moment, the sword was still hot and remained in the body of the person who had half-assimilated with it.

However, this body has not yet been marked.

Without the inscription, the sword would be dull, just an ordinary piece of iron, unable to become a sharp blade to cut down the enemy.

Although this body has awakened, no matter how long you wait, God will not personally pick up the pen to carve the name, and the world will not bless the owner.

The sword vibrated slightly.

Perhaps, the person buried now was not originally the one who was supposed to be the owner.

This was the first time Jian had experienced such a strange situation.

Because people who lack the qualifications cannot obtain this sword at all.

Even if someone forcibly changes your fate, you will never be able to reach that level.

Therefore, it is natural that you cannot possess the corresponding inscription.

Moreover, there is one more thing that is difficult to understand - this person has devoured himself and even achieved semi-assimilation.

So, in this case, he is undoubtedly the owner of this body.

Besides, for a sword, anyone who can get everything he wants is a hero, no matter how it is accomplished.

On the other hand, the person who has himself now is the hero.

However, the inscription was not engraved.

Then, just engrave it with a name that suits the owner.

It is impossible to do such a thing. That is a right that only gods have.

But in this case of semi-assimilation, it is not impossible.

The sword began to pulse, gathering intelligence about its owner from the blood to the flesh.

What kind of person is this, his lifestyle, and what kind of path he has chosen.

And what kind of name should be given to this body?

If you still don't think this person is suitable based on this, then sleep with him/her again and wait for the next suitable person.

Yes, that's it.

It happened in just a moment.

Naturally, the sword became his blood and the skeleton supporting his body and flesh.

His name is Murphy.

Neither birth nor bloodline has received the grace of God.

Talent is far inferior to that of people with natural gifts.

Considering the prerequisite of being a hero, this is an indescribable qualification.

In other words, not strong enough.

Then this person is absolutely unsuitable.

However, Jian inadvertently noticed this person's spiritual characteristics.

What to say?

This complexity cannot be described by the unwillingness to give up this simple nature.

I once gave up and let go of everything, thinking that I was mediocre and that I could not reach my ideal.

And just like that, I completely surrendered to the world.

This is a common occurrence, and such people are not uncommon at any time.

However, there is nothing wrong with mortals living like this.

Because this is a happy way of life. After all, even if you reach out your hand, all you can get is the reaction of fate.

It is absolutely impossible to reach it, because it has been decided long ago.

But he stretched out his hand again.

At the time, that seemed to be the decision.

Even if his flesh and blood were broken and his body was trampled by fate, it would not be a reason for him not to reach out to his ideal.

Worse still, he doesn't seem to be able to live smart.

He could have used his own cleverness to trample on others and make his life better.

However, he rejected those actions and turned around to throw himself into the sea of ​​death.

Clumsy, there is no doubt that he is a stupid man.