Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Mind’s Eye

Dorothy sat in her room, her expression focused as she awaited the results of the system exchange.

Through the information channel opened by the system, Dorothy received a secret transmission from an unknown believer from afar and immediately used the system to exchange knowledge without even glancing at it. Soon after, the exchange result appeared.

‘Swordsmanship—Glimmer Swift Sword, exchanged for Laurent Swordsmanship.’

The system’s response floated in Dorothy’s mind. Hearing this voice, she couldn’t help but be slightly stunned, immediately thinking about the origin of the thing she had exchanged for.

Laurent Swordsmanship was a sword technique passed down through the famous Laurent family of Demacia in the game League of Legends. It was a deadly skill in the arena and was embodied by the Demacian hero known as the Unyielding Blade Fiona in the game.

“Swordsmanship… I exchanged for swordsmanship? Heh, that’s good too, especially in battle…”

Muttering softly, Dorothy immediately fed back the knowledge she had exchanged via the information channel, imprinting the soul book on the anxious believer waiting there, ensuring they would immediately integrate this knowledge.

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In the underground crypt of Red Creek Town’s small church, Vania stared in astonishment at the ashes of the secret transmission before her, a look of shock appearing on her face.

‘Dictor Sir’s secret transmission… turned to ashes… This, did the sacrifice succeed or fail?’

Vania thought anxiously, but just then, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her consciousness, followed by unfamiliar information flooding into her mind.

“Mm… What is this…”

Holding her forehead, Vania frowned, clearly perceiving what those unfamiliar pieces of information were.

Steps, stance, technique, parry, attack… Various key points, various skills, proficient experience, Vania was astonished to find herself spontaneously mastering a profound and essential sword technique.

This phenomenon, Vania had seen an explanation for in the sacred texts.

“This is… divine revelation? Lord… Is this Your divine revelation to me? Your intention… is for me to use this to defend myself?”

After this wondrous experience, Vania no longer doubted the other party’s divine status. Now, she finally had hope of escaping.

“This divine revelation is about swordsmanship… First… first I need a sword. There must be a sword buried with Sir Dictor!”

Vania hurriedly looked around, searching for signs of a sword. Having studied history, she knew that three hundred years ago, “Swift Light” Dictor, also known as the Sword Saint Bishop and Duel Master, would definitely have a sword buried with him.

As expected, after looking around, Vania saw a sharp sword hanging on a wall display. She immediately ran to the wall to try to retrieve it, but her height was insufficient.

Vania had no choice but to bring over a box to stand on, barely reaching the sword on the display. However, when she touched the sword, her hasty movements caused her to slip, and she fell, though the sword came down with her, clanging to the ground.

“Mm… It hurts… Ah! Is the sword okay? Don’t damage the artifact!”

Ignoring the pain, Vania quickly stood up to check if the sword was damaged. Fortunately, there were no obvious signs of damage.

“Phew… Good…”

“Who’s there?!”

At this moment, a stern rebuke came from the next room, clearly indicating that the noise had alarmed someone outside. Then, the sound of hurried footsteps approached.

“They’re coming!”

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Vania immediately picked up the sword from the ground. The moment she gripped the sword, she triggered the experiences and memories imprinted deep within her soul. Unconsciously, she straightened her posture, holding the sword with one hand and assuming a standard duel stance.

This is the memory of the soul…

A masked man dressed in white robes, wielding a one-handed hammer, entered the antechamber, seeing Vania holding the sword towards him.

Compared to the standard, Vania’s expression was one of panic, completely lacking the composure of a master duelist.

“There’s still a surviving blasphemer!”

Seeing Vania, dressed in nun’s clothing, the masked man in white robes picked up his one-handed hammer and charged toward her, believing that Vania’s frightened expression made her seem more like a non-combatant who had picked up a weapon out of desperation rather than a true warrior.

However, he didn’t notice that although Vania’s expression was panicked, her hand holding the weapon was steady, and her stance was perfectly executed.

The one-handed iron hammer swung with a whistling wind, and the masked man aimed to smash it down on Vania’s head. Despite her inner turmoil and confusion, Vania’s muscle memory, imprinted through her soul, acted before her conscious thoughts could.

A slight sidestep allowed Vania to dodge the attack, and she widened her eyes, catching the masked man’s gaping vulnerability.

“I see… This is my chance!”

Vania adjusted her steps and posture, instantly positioning herself optimally, and then, guided by her experienced intuition, she thrust forward, piercing the masked man’s throat with a single sword strike.

“What…”

The masked man, eyes wide with shock, fell down. Seeing the man fall, Vania felt a surge of emotion.

“He, he died! Did I win? Did I k*ll him?”

“Mark, how’s it going in there?!”

Just then, another masked man heard something amiss and entered the antechamber. Seeing his falling comrade and Vania holding a bloodied sword, he immediately drew his pistol and pointed it at her.

“d*e, blasphemer!”

The masked man aimed to sh**t Vania, but guided by the combat experience imprinted in her soul, Vania sensed the danger and acted first.

She consumed the spirit of the “Lamp,” activating the core skill of Laurent Swordsmanship.

Mind’s Eye…

At this moment, Vania’s mind expanded. She felt time slow down and could perceive everything around her in a 360-degree view.

She sensed the danger from the g*n barrel. Mind’s Eye painted the trajectory of the b*llet for her, and she preemptively swung her sword.

“Bang!”

The masked man pulled the trigger, firing the pistol. The b*llet shot out from the muzzle, heading toward Vania, but instead of hitting flesh, it hit steel.

“Ding!”

A clear, metallic sound echoed through the space. Guided by experience and Mind’s Eye, Vania blocked the incoming b*llet with her sword, deflecting it at a peculiar angle, which ricocheted off the wall and struck the masked man.

With the aid of the spirit of Mind’s Eye, Vania executed the ultimate move of Laurent Swordsmanship, the Laurent Mind’s Eye Slash.

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There was a mistake in the previous exchanges, now corrected.