After becoming invincible, start having fun in the world

Chapter 49 Turning Point: Unsheathing the Holy Sword (I)

"Is everyone here?" Chu Ke looked around and saw five people in total.

Just as the last person appeared, the vines in the tree hole quietly rose from the ground and formed five chairs along the edge of the hole.

Zuko naturally walked to the rattan chair facing the cave entrance and sat down, followed by Diallo.

The remaining three people looked at each other and found a seat to sit down.

It is worth mentioning that after being slapped by Chu Ke, the man in black robe became much more mentally clearer, at least he regained the ability to communicate and think normally.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Chu Ke looked at the man in black robe.

His previous appearance had obviously won the respect of everyone present, and no one questioned Chu Ke's questioning tone at this moment.

The man in black robe nodded and reached out to take off his hood. Under the hood was a young face, who should have been at the prime of youth, but his eyes revealed deep despair and powerlessness.

"I'm the Hero of the Middle, Bastos, and my profession is [Wish Priest]." His voice was a little hoarse, probably the sequelae of overusing his voice: "My ability is that I can gain the power of the dead. The side effect is that I must bear the wishes and feelings of that person before he died."

"I see. So you are now in a state of confusion due to the side effects?" Diallo touched his chin. "Perhaps my ability can help you."

Bastos shook his head. "It's useless. This is a [constant state]. It cannot be dissipated unless the wish of the dead is fulfilled."

He raised his head and looked around at everyone with lifeless eyes: "Isn't it ridiculous? Do you think that 'any normal person would be cautious in using the skill after knowing its side effects, and would never reach such a point'?"

"Since you can say that." Diallo smiled at him and said, "You must have your own difficulties. There is no need for us to laugh at you."

Bastos' eyes lit up and he said, "Actually, I..."

"Stop." Zuko interrupted Bastos's bedtime story collection and pointed to the holy sword stuck in the center: "I would rather talk about what happened to you later. The most urgent thing now is this."

"Ah." Bastos smacked his lips, looked at Zuko with a resentful look, and agreed: "Okay."

"Then come one by one, I'll be the last one." Zuko patted Diallo's nervous shoulder and said, "Go ahead, you're the first one."

Among a generation of heroes, only one is destined to become the true hero who draws the holy sword. That true hero was chosen by the holy sword at the beginning of everything, and drawing the sword is just a process, so the order does not matter.

"Hmm!" Diallo pursed his lips, took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the hilt of the sword, placed his hands lightly on it, then gripped it hard and pulled it upwards.

The holy sword remained indifferent.

"It seems that I am not the chosen one." Diallo smiled with relief and turned back to sit down. This was something she had expected, but it really happened as expected, and she still felt unwilling in her heart.

After that came the Middle Hero Bastos and the Legal Hero Anlock, the man with glasses, who stepped forward one after another, but neither drew his holy sword.

Bastos' expression was a little distorted, and there was a possibility that he would turn evil again. It seemed that he began to miss the slap from Chu Ke again. What a glutton.

Anlok's face was full of excitement. He didn't want to draw the holy sword. Instead of fighting the devil, he was more looking forward to learning more magic.

For example, he had heard that unprecedented ancient magic appeared in the arena of East Flower Capital, which made Anlok very excited and he wanted to set off to learn it immediately.

Chu Ke looked at the only remaining brave man in strange clothes. That man was most likely the Hero of Time that the priestess mentioned at the beginning.

If he fails to draw out the holy sword, I will have to do it myself.

As for the so-called [Holy Sword], Chu Ke understood its essence as soon as he saw it - "an ordinary metal sword with strange energy attached to it."

The holy sword itself has no special features except for its gorgeous appearance. All of its extraordinary properties come from the mysterious energy attached to it. The energy level of that energy is extremely high, at least far higher than the magic power that Chu Ke can mobilize. Only by mobilizing the magic power of nature can this energy be slightly affected.

This is most likely the [divine power] of the legendary holy goddess Sophie. To be honest, Chu Ke can't help but mention the name of this damn goddess every time. The holy sword's ability to [storage] and [recognize the master] all comes from this divine power.

With Chu Ke's current strength, it is definitely like an ant trying to shake a tree when facing the goddess, but it is still possible to deal with such a power without independent consciousness. Speaking of which, I'm really bored recently. I have nothing to do on the road, except watering ant nests and fighting slimes.

If the chat group was not only on his own side, Chu Ke would have asked group members to buy a game console to play with.

I hope that after the holy sword is pulled out, the following story will be more interesting.
Zuko looked at the stunned Hero of Time and said, "It's your turn. Go ahead!"

The Hero of Time suddenly came back to his senses, nodded, walked forward, stretched out his hand to grasp the azure hilt of the holy sword, took a deep breath, and pulled it hard.

Expected indifference.

"Eh~" The Hero of Time sighed slightly, and when he was about to let go, something strange happened.

At that moment, the Hero of Time only felt that his ability [Time Master] suddenly began to operate on its own, and a huge amount of memories appeared out of nowhere and poured into his mind.

Then everything went dark and he passed out.

My name is [******], I'm from Earth. I have a low level of education, I'm unemployed, and my interpersonal relationships are shit.

Ever since my parents died, I have been living a life of idleness and waiting for death with their inheritance.

From then on, the ridicule and disappointment of friends, the gossip of others, and the oppression of those in power no longer had anything to do with me.

The electronic world is so interesting. Whenever I see the protagonists in comics and novels who have the same labels as me, such as "otaku" and "unpopular", I will shed tears and sigh, "This is exactly me!"

But every time there's a black screen during a game cutscene or at the end of an animation episode, I can see my reflection on the screen.

"That's not me at all!"

"In this damn world, everyone only looks at your appearance! No one cares about your inner self!" I screamed like this and began to express my protest against this unfair world to the black screen, feeling sad that no one had discovered my beautiful inner self.

At this moment, the screen suddenly lit up, and what came into view was not the familiar comic interface, but a series of cold fonts.

[You who claim to have a beautiful inner self, have you ever tried to understand the inner self of those who are said to be "only beautiful on the outside"? 】

[The so-called "beautiful inner self that has never been discovered by others" is just an excuse for you to cover up the fact that "under your ugly appearance there is an equally ugly heart"]

[Are you still running away? Running away from the reality that your life has already failed? ]

[It doesn't matter, just accept the reality while crying.]

[Because after that, you will become a true hero in life. ]

【Do you want to be a hero? 】

【whether】

I don’t know what I was thinking at that time, I just know that the tears after breaking through my defense blurred my vision.

When I woke up again, I saw a girl who was so beautiful that I had never seen before. She was wearing a ritual dress and she held my hand and asked me:
"Are you our hero?"

"Huh——" The Hero of Time took a deep breath and came to his senses. He didn't know when he was sitting back on the vine chair. The Hero of Law, Anlock, slowly walked down from the stage.

"It's your turn, go ahead!" The ridiculously powerful brave warrior of the East said to him.

　The next part of the story will be told from the perspective of the Hero of Time. If you don’t like it, you can wait until this part is over.

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(End of this chapter)