The Third Return of the Necrotic Magic Swordsman

[14th Everdusk 2103], CGA branch, Dyna Crest country.

In the forest of Dungeon, one could see someone lying on the ground, hidden among the bushes. Some distance away, numerous goblins and seven skeletons were engaged in battle, with one of the skeletons reduced to ashes.

The man lying there was me, lost in conversation with my other selves within my mind. Suddenly, my body twitched, and my eyelids began to move as I opened my eyes to find myself lying in the grass, covered in blood that was not mine but from the goblins I had slain.

”Argh.” I clenched my teeth and held my head, feeling as though tearing it apart was the only way to soothe the pain. I knew it was just a side effect of receiving many years of knowledge, which had not been useful until I entered the nexus and found opportunities for myself.

”Well, my luck back then was not good at all,” I said, but the memories had erased any childish smile from my face, affecting my behavior.

I was turning into a gloomy and less talkative guy who just wanted to be alone like the second Evan.

As the second memory was the most significant among those I received from the orb, my first self-took three months to reach the peak, while the second one took one and a half years due to the difficulty of being alone at that time.

”Huh, let’s finish this dungeon and go home to collect my thoughts,” I said, just as I was about to stand up when I received a notification.

{Your summoned creature (skeleton) returned to death.}

{Your summoned creature (skeleton) returned to death.}

{Your summoned creature (skeleton) returned to death.}

{Your summoned creature (skeleton) returned to death.}

{Your summoned creature (skeleton) returned to death.}

I received the same notification repeatedly, and as I quickly responded, I looked toward my summons who were fighting the goblins. They were dying very quickly as many goblins had arrived to help the previous ones fighting them.

Being outnumbered made it hard for them to fight, and they were getting destroyed in the process, which I did not like at all. As an ex-tamer, it is a shame to let your summons die like this. So, I had to do something, and exterminating the ones who killed my summons seemed like the right choice.

I held my enchanted sword, which felt tighter and more precise in my hands now. Thinking of the way I had wielded the sword before, I felt quite ashamed.

I walked out of the bushes and started walking toward the group of goblins who had just finished off my last skeletons. Their eyes fell on me, standing alone, while they numbered more than thirty. Perhaps the goblin that had run away from me back then should have gone to the hobgoblin to get help in hunting me.

”Hush, well, it should be a good warm-up before going to hunt the boss as my body is stiff from lying down for these few minutes,” I said, taking big breaths as I looked at the goblins rushing toward me to kill.

Facing them, I wasn’t even scared. Why would I be afraid to fight these low-level, child-like creatures who could be killed with ease, given the stats I possess?

As they reached me and were about to attack, my hand moved at an incredibly high speed, unnoticed by the goblins. My sword had already cut the first goblin in half before he even realized what had happened.

A fountain of blood oozed out from him, staining my clothes and splattering on the other goblins who were still unaware of what had transpired.

However, my mind remained focused, and I continued moving, my sword like a scythe cutting through the goblins like a field of crops.

In less than five minutes, many goblins lay dead on the ground, while eight were still left to kill, including those who were stronger than the others.

All eight held the same crude sword, while I stood before them, about to grab another sword from the ground from a dead goblin’s body, when a notification popped up in front of me, bringing a light smile to my face.

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Weapon Proficiency (Passive) (Lv. 2)

Type: Passive

Cooldown: N/A

Mana Cost: N/A

Proficiency: 02%

Description:

A passive skill that increases the user’s effectiveness with all weapons, providing enhanced accuracy, damage, and speed based on the weapon type currently equipped.

Effect:

Accuracy Boost: Increases hit chance by 7% with all weapon types.

Damage Boost: Increases weapon damage by 12%.

Attack Speed Boost: Increases attack speed by 7%.

Weapon Proficiency:

One-Handed sword: D (07%)

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I looked at my screen and noticed that my proficiency in both skill and weapon had increased by one level. I knew the reason behind this was that my sword proficiency in my first attempt had already reached S rank when my body ascended to Tier 1.

Therefore, catching up to S rank in sword should be relatively easy now, as I cannot discuss the rank above it.

With a slight smile on my face, I approached the eight frightened goblins who were contemplating fleeing, as anyone would when more than twenty of their comrades had been killed by a single enemy. Now, I stood before them with two swords in hand, ready to kill them and the remaining ones.

Having already guessed their intentions, I moved toward them and slashed my blade at the goblin, who tried to retreat and dodge the attack. However, I was not going to let him escape so easily. My kick struck him squarely in the chest, sending him crashing into a tree with great force. Blood poured from his mouth, indicating severe internal damage.

Without hesitation, I moved toward another gob, my sword once again reaping their lives one after another. They didn’t survive beyond the third slash, as my force of attack and accuracy in striking their vital parts were too formidable to block or parry. A proficient swordsman might even call me a sword genius.

After the fight concluded, I surveyed the area to see if any goblins remained alive. I found one who had been kicked squarely in the chest and was still breathing. I promptly ended its life, not wanting to waste any experience.

I was amazed that my stamina which should have been nearly depleted many minutes ago, still allowed me to kill a few more goblins. And this maybe was thanks to my careful regulation of breathing and executing only necessary moves, avoiding unnecessary actions that would rapidly drain my stamina. Despite this, the stamina stat of this body was low.

”I should head to their village after taking a short rest to refill my stamina and other bars to keep myself in check, and I should use the talent to harvest stats for a power-up,” I said to myself while making some notes in my mind to do right now, using my summon skill to call forth a skeleton to gather all the goblin bodies lying around.

I checked my skill proficiency, hoping it would soon upgrade, as I had used it many times without leveling up. It was at ninety-seven percent and would likely upgrade after one or two more uses.

As expected, the notification of the kill appeared.

{You’ve killed...}

-- To be continued --

Do you like this type of Evan or the same one before the memory integration. Comment me if you wanted it to be same or the previous jolly guy.