Rogue Villain-Chapter 245: Who Are You?

Although the sword had targeted him with enough malice and bloodthirst to make his spine tremble, Ackster felt a little pity as it was completely defenseless against the Sword God. It was to the point where Ackster wondered if this was what the Sword God had come here to do.

Ackster started wondering if maybe the Sword God had strange interests and if that was why he was called the ’Sword’ God. However, that thought earned him a broken shoulder again.

"Sorry."

Ackster apologized while thinking that the black sword was indeed not a match for the Sword God since the latter had the leisure to abuse his free ride as well.

Eventually, the sword stopped resisting, and the knight plunged it into the ground between attacks before releasing its grip on the sword and collapsing entirely. Ackster got a bad feeling.

And after the sword stopped trembling...—

’Yep. Guessed it.’

The Sword God urged him forward again.

"I’m not touching that, you know. I don’t care how many times you break my shoulder, but I’m not letting that sword control me."

Although that’s what he said, Ackster walked up to the sword. He didn’t touch it, but fortunately, the Sword God didn’t ask him to.

The sword flew up on its own before entering the Sword God’s scabbard and disappearing.

Gradually, all the liquid darkness also faded. But the Sword God continued riding on Ackster’s shoulders until it disappeared completely. Before then, he moved Ackster toward the throne.

"Oh, shit!"

When the liquid darkness faded and the Sword God had left Ackster’s shoulders, Ackster took a moment to look down at his legs.

The parts that had been above the darkness were as fine as good wine. But the parts of Ackster’s legs that had touched the liquid darkness were eroded until barely toothpicks of bone were left.

If it weren’t for the structural integrity from repeating Nold’s secret technique several times, Ackster wouldn’t even have been able to stand up. He doubted he would have lasted much longer in the darkness.

"Thanks a lot."

Although it wasn’t wise, Ackster couldn’t hold back from sarcastically giving his thanks to the Sword God, who was currently admiring the bare wall behind the throne at the back of the room.

Fortunately, the Sword God wasn’t listening or didn’t care. He moved his hand slightly before four flashes of light appeared for less than a split second and carved a square hole into the wall, revealing a secret room.

Ackster had a feeling the stone here was even harder than the one in the slide below the death box entrance.

’Wait. That sword wasn’t why he was here?’

Ackster belatedly realized that the Sword God was still focused on something, and it didn’t seem like his focus had changed. But it made sense. That sword had seemed a little too weak to catch the Sword God’s attention.

Of course, it still posed a threat to Ackster, especially since he didn’t know how to damage it when not even the Sword God had done so. But the Sword God had beaten it into submission with overwhelming force in a matter of moments.

What he was really looking for had to be hidden in the secret room.

’Eh, fuck it.’

Unable to contain his curiosity, Ackster walked to the hole the Sword God had carved out while his legs started recovering. He had been worried he didn’t notice what happened to his legs due to Pain Tolerance’s rank. Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case as he regained sensation as the lingering darkness also faded.

Ackster also realized that it wouldn’t have been very wise to let the sword stab him, especially if the fight dragged out.

However, Ackster’s thoughts moved on. That was in the best, and he had learned from the experience. No need to dwell on it. Instead, he focused on the Sword God, who stood still in the middle of the room in front of another pitch-black sword.

However, this sword seemed to be a little more well-behaved and a later, more refined version of the sword the Sword God had just stuffed in his scabbard. There didn’t appear to be anything else in the room, so Ackster remained at the entrance and just watched the Sword God stare down the sword.

It didn’t seem like the Sword God minded. But that could also be because the Sword God didn’t care about him or what he did since he was so weak.

However, Ackster’s curiosity was fading as nothing happened even for quite a while. He considered leaving. The Sword God had obviously come from the other path where Ackster had gone left. That meant there should be a way out there. Depending on various things, there might even be more places to explore in that direction since Ackster had arrived at the throne room first, despite being stuck in the box of death for quite some time.

Alas, Ackster’s fate with the Sword God wasn’t over quite yet.

The Sword God finally did something other than look at the sword. He looked at Ackster instead.

"Who are you?"

’Seriously? Has he just now noticed I was here?’

"I’m the sacrifice that got you in here."

Ackster played it cool. He also didn’t lie or use his name. He didn’t want to take any chances.

"Mm. Here."

The Sword God pointed at the floor next to him with his gaze for a moment before looking at Ackster.

’Fuck. I shouldn’t have been curious.’

Ackster didn’t exactly have a choice, so he walked to where the Sword God pointed and stood there.

"What now?"

But the Sword God didn’t answer. He just went right back to studying the sword, which didn’t seem to react or do anything, even when Ackster joined. It looked like an ordinary, albeit cool, and sturdy sword. It had none of the liquid darkness oozing out of it like the similar sword with a sloppier design had.

Ackster wondered if he should do something, but before he could make a decision, the Sword God grabbed his wrist and moved him till he touched the sword.