No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

The speed of this sword strike was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye; everyone only felt the sword light flash by.

Then.

Rog appeared not far behind the Crimson Dragon, executing a perfect sheathing motion, confidently not turning back.

puff!

The red dragon first unleashed a bloody gash.

The blade had torn through the red dragon's layers of armor and flesh without any resistance, piercing through its back and even bringing out fragments of its internal organs.

Then, a large gush of blood gushed out like a fountain.

The crimson dragon's massive body finally crashed to the ground.

"Oh! The Crimson Dragon has fallen?"

"Him? Who...who exactly is he? How could he have defeated the Crimson Dragon all by himself?"

"He defeated the Crimson Dragon! Can someone tell me if this is real? How could a rookie adventurer do something like this? Even the lower-ranking powerhouses wouldn't be able to do this, right?"

"He fought the Crimson Dragon one-on-one without feeling any pressure whatsoever."

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in cheers.

The scene changes.

The focus returned to Roger, who remained expressionless, as if he had only done something trivial.

Meanwhile, the red dragon on the opposite side had already collapsed and was unable to get up.

"Uuuuuuu..."

The red dragon howled and struggled in despair.

Finally, when its limbs drooped limply and it could no longer get up.

The ferocity in his eyes completely vanished.

Only a faint, mournful cry remained, filled with deep resentment.

"I have successfully defeated the Crimson Dragon!"

Rogge announced to the crowd without turning around or even glancing at the red dragon behind him.

Then... without looking back, he slowly walked away in another direction.

boom!!!

With a snap of his fingers, a massive burst of fire shot into the sky behind him.

Fireball!

With a deafening roar, the crimson dragon was completely annihilated by a raging inferno, and the shockwave, carrying with it a blanket of ice and snow, swept across the surrounding area.

"It's...it's over..."

Zoldat stood still, his gaze fixed on the devastated battlefield, unable to look away for a long time.

He knew better than anyone what had just happened.

The S-rank monster, the Crimson Dragon, which required a large team of dozens of adventurers to defeat, was completely outmaneuvered by a young boy, leaving him with almost no chance to fight back.

After the flames subsided and the thick smoke dissipated.

When everyone looked back at the battlefield, the figure of the novice adventurer had already disappeared.

Silent and unnoticed, as if it had never existed, it felt like a dream.

"What was that person's name again?" someone asked curiously.

“It’s Rudeus, his name is Rudeus Grerath,” Zoldat said first, his face full of admiration.

Everyone else stared with fervent eyes…

The name Rudius Greratter was firmly remembered by everyone here.

What Rogge didn't know was...

Not long after he left, a story about a novice adventurer single-handedly defeating the Crimson Dragon began to circulate at an incredible speed in adventurers' guilds and taverns throughout the north.

The bards composed a ballad for him, which was widely circulated among adventurers and soon became a popular topic of conversation among adventurers in the northern part of the central continent.

The name Rudeus... he became a legend, known as the strongest rookie adventurer, but more people called him "the Dragon Slayer".

Chapter 49 Arrival at the Holy Land of Swords, Sword God Gar.

The Holy Land of Swords – Northwest of the Central Continent, on the westernmost edge of the Northern Lands.

This is a high-altitude, frigid permafrost region, covered in snow year-round, with biting winds and barren soil unsuitable for cultivation.

Compared to the prosperity and wealth of Asura, this place can only be described as a remote and impoverished area.

However, this is the headquarters of the Sword God School, a place of pilgrimage for all swordsmen.

It is said that this place was seized by the Water God School a hundred years ago, and then returned to the hands of the Sword God School.

Despite its name, the Holy Land of Swords, it looks like an ordinary town at first glance.

There are inns, weapon shops, and adventurers' guilds.

On the road, you can see adventurers and merchants, all busy running around.

However... the vast majority of residents on the street are swordsmen, and you can see people everywhere wearing thin kendo uniforms wielding swords and sparring.

Sword practice here emphasizes agility, and even in heavy snow, many swordsmen do not wear thick cotton-padded clothes.

Today, a young man came to the Holy Land of Swords.

Compared to those around him, he was not particularly noticeable; he was probably just a child who looked underage, and no one paid him any attention.

"After overcoming countless hardships... we've finally arrived."

The boy standing on the main street of the Holy Land of Swords stretched.

The one muttering to himself was none other than Roger.

Since defeating the red dragon in Longxu, he had been traveling day and night to the northwest without stopping.

After more than a month, we finally arrived at our destination.

Speaking of which, three years have passed since he was five years old and began preparing to join the Holy Land of Swords.

He is now eight years old.

Rogge had imagined the Holy Land of Swords to be an extremely sacred and solemn place, but upon arrival, he found it to feel more like an ordinary town.

However, the further you go, the fewer people there are, and the fewer pedestrians there are on the street.

In a vast expanse of white snow, only a road resembling a valley continues to stretch forward.

At the innermost end of the valley, high walls enclose the main dojo of the Sword God School.

That is the core of the holy land.

Snowflakes were falling heavily, the cold wind was blowing against my face, the frozen ground under my feet was covered with thick snow, and the crisp sound of wooden swords clashing could be heard all around me.

Rogge arrived at the gate of the Sword Sanctuary headquarters dojo.

Even from a great distance, you could hear the sounds of swords clashing inside.

A young girl with blue hair, who looked only a few years older than Roger, was sweeping snow at the entrance.

Perhaps seeing that she was easier to approach, Roger slowly stepped forward, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Excuse me... could you please take me inside?"

"What are you planning to do?"

The blue-haired girl's name was Nina, and she sized up Roger.

So young, with fair and delicate skin, it's obvious she's not someone who has trained hard in swordsmanship.

She sighed inwardly, thinking that this must be another child who had run away from home out of curiosity and come to the Holy Land of Swords to pursue their dreams.

She'd seen plenty of people like that.

People who come full of enthusiasm, but leave disappointed after only a few days.

She'd seen Nina many times before and had absolutely no interest in her.

"I'm sorry... we've already filled our quota for disciples this year, so we're not accepting any more disciples."

"If you want to join the dojo and learn the Sword God Style, please leave now and come back to register next year."

Next year?

Roger never expected to be turned away, and he did not choose to force his way in.

Instead, his eyes darted around, and a clever idea struck him: "Then please pass on a message to the person in charge inside, saying that I am a disciple of Kyrie Irgen and have come to ask the Sword God for guidance."

"Gilead?"

"Huh? What did you say? That Sword King Kyrie Illusion?!" Nina was startled, her expression clearly changing.

"Are you really the Sword King's disciple?"