How A Mythical Holy Knight Lives As A Villain (Novel) - Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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It had truly been a long time since Go Johan picked up a sword.
Previously, even picking it up was a burden.
It was due to memories and habits accumulated in his soul over a long time.
When the war with demons intensified, with the side effect of sleeping only tens of minutes a day while holding a sword even then.
Writhe.
His soul remembered all of it, imprinted deeply, and just picking up the sword caused his muscles to swell as if they would burst.
Based on Michael’s past strength and divine power.
Even suppressing that took a long time, and when he finally managed to pick it up.
Whoong.
He couldn’t swing it.
It was like player skills.
As if the action of swinging a sword was automatically executed through a player’s skill system, using predetermined sword techniques.
Just once, when he picked up a sword around middle school age and swung it.
“How long has it been?”
Go Johan was utterly battered.
“A bit over five years.”
Go Johan answered Lee Jae-Kyung’s question with a weary expression.
Now he was picking up a sword again.
The reason traced back a day, around when he had returned after rescuing the World Tree.
“This won’t do.”
Lee Jae-Kyung spoke to Go Johan as if having resolved something.
“Rest a bit.”
It started with insisting on rest.
“When was the last time you rested? Or have you ever rested?”
Speaking of rest.
“I, who have watched over you the longest from beside you…”
The way Lee Jae-Kyung spoke made him seem like a new person to Go Johan.
“Have never once seen you rest.”
Six years old at first meeting.
The Go Johan that Lee Jae-Kyung had watched from that age had never rested even once.
Every moment, using divinity to squeeze and train his body.
Later, when Lee Jae-Kyung became Go Johan’s retainer and experienced it.
“This crazy…”
It was pain that naturally called for such curses.
Every moment, every second, Go Johan tortured himself under the guise of training.
Not just that either.
The church was built and he took charge of apostle training, never sparing teachings to believers.
Opening gates, setting plans, always jumping into Black Gates.
“The Captain tells the kids to go to school, but…”
Lee Jae-Kyung said.
“Truthfully, I wished the Captain would at least go through high school.”
But having watched for so long, it was rather something he couldn’t say.
“The Captain at school could at least rest a little bit.”
Was that so?
“So rest now.”
Black Gates were decreasing in frequency now.
The demons too seemed to have noticed Go Johan and were holding their breath.
Until the World Tree joined them and Yoon Seung-Ah and Kim Si-on returned.
Just until then.
“Rest.”
If only Lee Jae-Kyung had said it, he wouldn’t have cared.
“I agree.”
Even Cheol Jung-bae stepped forward to recommend it.
“At least, as far as I know, you never rested even in Travania, right?”
Such things weren’t clear in his memory.
And anyway.
“…Truly captain-like.”
“…?”
“I told you to rest and here you stand holding a sword.”
He didn’t understand what resting meant.
So he picked up a sword.
“Is this resting?”
At Lee Jae-Kyung’s exasperated words.
Chuckle.
Go Johan laughed softly and said:
“Sparring with you seems like resting to me.”
“…Those words.”
At that moment.
Whoosh!
Lee Jae-Kyung’s form distorted as he charged.
“You’ll regret this!”
Clang!
Clashing blades, sparks erupting.
Putting all his strength into it, the power contained in Lee Jae-Kyung’s sword was formidable.
Veins bulged from his visible forearm.
Goooo!
The mana he emitted made hair stand on end.
Flaaang!
The wave from the ensuing sword clash swept through everything around them.
Yet despite that.
“I told you.”
Go Johan was serene.
Just holding his sword diagonally upward.
“It’s resting.”
Giggling, Go Johan slowly began adding power to his sword.
The next instant.
Boom!
Lee Jae-Kyung went flying and crashed into a wall.
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Sword training with Lee Jae-Kyung was truly like resting.
“It’s not complete yet, but even ordinary swords are becoming usable.”
For a long time, he could swing a sword.
The reason Go Johan couldn’t use ordinary swords until now was not only due to his body’s overload, but also because there was no sword that could withstand his strength.
Even the Twin Tusks of Ogre that he had given to Goh Min-ji cracked fine when Go Johan held them.
Until now, only the Holy Sword Arbeneia that Michael used and Great Sin could withstand his strength.
Writhe.
The racial privilege “Black Steel’s Will” obtained from taking in Cheol Jung-bae strengthened the weapons Go Johan held to endure somewhat.
Of course.
Splash…
After swinging properly for a few minutes, even a Rare grade sword made of mithril would turn to dust and scatter.
“Huff, huff.”
Lee Jae-Kyung was completely battered, breathing heavily.
His appearance looked as pitiful as a wet dog.
“My… my pride is too hurt.”
“Really.”
Go Johan said with satisfaction.
“Just swinging a sword without killing intent is like resting for me.”
At that, Lee Jae-Kyung looked at Go Johan with deepened eyes and nodded.
“But don’t think this is all! You should do something else too!”
“What about you?”
“I’ll swing a sword. Unlike you, I’m just a mediocre talent, so if I don’t do this, I’m useless.”
The Sword Ghost Lee Jae-Kyung calling himself mediocre.
Go Johan laughed again with a chuckle.
Lee Jae-Kyung was neither mediocre nor lazy.
During the time he had run, that one too had run.
“If you have nothing else to do, go help with the temple construction!”
At Lee Jae-Kyung’s cry, Go Johan nodded.
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The existing church maintained its appearance, but three separate dimensions coexisted here simultaneously.
An ordinary church, underground facilities beneath it, and.
“Park! Are you slacking off?”
“I apologize!”
“You! Move that mithril pillar quickly!”
“Right away!”
The temple construction site.
“Hey! You damn bastards! Move it!”
At the sound of people being pushed.
“…Ha.”
Go Johan unintentionally let out a hollow laugh.
The one shouting like a foreman was the Dwarven Cheol Jung-bae.
Wondering where he learned such a tone.
“Boss Chul! That’s how you do it! Construction sites need this feel, no lazing around or anything!”
Sticking close beside Cheol Jung-bae was Kim Cheon-seok sipping coffee.
“Kim, what are you doing? Slacking off?”
“Ah, no. I’m going! Going!”
It was a scene where you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“What is this?”
Go Johan approached and spoke to Cheol Jung-bae.
The one called Park was Park Do-young, who served as a pastor in the church.
Managing all church forces together with the apostles, he should be busy.
“Ugh!”
Yet here he was carrying mithril pillars.
“You came?”
Cheol Jung-bae brightened seeing Go Johan and said.
“…Why are all these people doing this here?”
The construction workers were naturally precious talents deserving respect, but that wasn’t what Go Johan was pointing out.
Why would people with so much else to do be assigned to construction?
“Don’t misunderstand. I didn’t order this.”
Cheol Jung-bae said likewise, lifting one mithril pillar.
Despite taking on a form between boy and young man.
Kuung!
His strength and stats had grown incomparably stronger than when he was a dwarf, Brown Beard.
“They all asked me, wanting to place even one pillar in the temple construction, so I reluctantly allowed it.”
“What’s with that tone?”
“There, Kim said this is how things are done on Earth? And surprisingly, it’s quite efficient. Don’t you see? The enthusiasm in those faces?”
Rather than that, it seemed like past experiences were naturally triggering their movements.
“……”
Go Johan was at a loss for words.
Come to think of it, most of the people assigned to temple construction were elderly among the believers.
They said before becoming players, they had spent quite rough times.
“So, what should I do?”
“Still a long way to go. Our guys set the foundation, build the structure on top, and then…”
That’s when.
Kuung.
Go Johan lifted one of the largest appearing mithril pillars.
“Where should I place this?”
At that sight, those moving quickly stopped and opened their mouths wide.
The pillar was difficult to move even with player strength, and while there was that, Go Johan lifted it without effort.
“Wh-what are you doing! We’ll do it!”
At the sight of Go Johan working, the believers taking on laborer roles rushed over.
“We’ll do it!”
They rushed forward trying to take the pillar from Go Johan’s hands.
“What are you doing! If the pillar gets scratched…”
Cheol Jung-bae scolded them.
“If a mithril pillar gets dropped, does it get scratches?”
Go Johan asked incredulously.
“And…”
Go Johan shook his head to the approaching believers and said:
“I’ll help too. You’re all working hard, I can’t just rest.”
“No… that’s…”
“Didn’t you hear? Get back to your work!”
Cheol Jung-bae sent them back.
“In all my life, I never thought I’d put our… the Captain to work as a laborer.”
Cheol Jung-bae smiled with satisfaction.
“Take that pillar over there and help a bit, okay? I’ll pay you plenty.”
At Cheol Jung-bae’s words, Go Johan’s expression flickered with bewilderment for a moment, but soon he began moving.
“I, I…”
Cheol Jung-bae similarly distorted his face in disbelief.
“I told him to rest, but he’s training again.”
Go Johan began moving the pillar without using any mana, using only raw strength.