A Dragonslayer’s Peerless Regression – 41



Episode 41

Cliff was taken aback by Zeke’s request.

“Job…? Are you saying you want to get a job at our company?”

He said to Cliff.

“If you’ve made a deal with the Princess you must have a branch in the Southern Continent. You need a fake identity to travel there.”

Cliff who was meticulous about everything thought carefully about whether Zeke’s request was in compliance with the terms of the contract.

“Is it enough to just create a fake identity?”

“I would like you to tell me about regular transportation to the south and provide me with a shelter like this one that I can use on the spot. It would also be good to have a warehouse large enough to store my cargo.”

It wasn’t an easy task but it wasn’t something that Reinhart’s Company couldn’t handle.

Cliff nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll tell you the other two later. There was no time limit on making requests after all.”

As he said that Zeke picked up one of the pieces of paper Cliff had brought and scribbled something down.

And handed it over to Cliff.

“If you make a potion and take it for about two months you will recover soon. Since the princess is young she may recover even faster.”

Cliff tried to take the document with trembling hands.

At that moment Zeke grabbed the document.

“As stated in the contract please keep in mind that this cure can only be used on Princess Melissa. If you pass it on to anyone else I won’t let you off the hook.”

Cliff nodded.

“Okay.”

Only then did Zeke hand the document over to Cliff.

He got up from his seat in a hurry.

“I’m truly sorry about what happened today. I will formally invite you to apologize soon.”

“That’s enough so do what I asked for. Give me a horse to go back to.”

Cliff nodded and went out first.

After he left Zeke saw the Gorkha Ranger who had been guarding him.

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He spoke to him in Gorkha.

“You’re good at it. How long is your contract with Cliff? If there’s not much time left I’d like to open a contract with you too.”

The ranger was surprised when Zeke spoke in Gorkha.

“Where did you learn Gorkha?”

“I learned it from over your shoulder before.”

“I guess Draker teaches things like this too.”

“No that’s not it… Let’s just say it’s a hobby.”

Because he had traveled all over the continent in his previous life Zeke had learned many languages ​​despite not wanting to.

Then another Gorkha Ranger came in and motioned to Zeke.

Zeke followed the rangers out of the warehouse.

The ranger handed a horse to Zeke.

“Take this.”

Zeke flew up and hopped onto the horse.

Then he looked at the rangers and said:

“hey!”

Zeke hurled something at the rangers from his horse.

“This is your reward for kidnapping me.”

The rangers were startled and instinctively took it. When they checked what it was they saw that Zeke had snatched the kukri swords they were carrying and thrown them back.

The Kukri was a life-saving symbol for the black Gorkha Rangers.

The fact that it was taken away from them without their knowledge meant that Zeke could subdue them at any time.

Zeke smirked and said as he saw the confused rangers.

“What I said earlier. I’m serious so contact me anytime. Here!”

Zeke rode his horse out of the warehouse and returned to the mansion.

* * *

After meeting Cliff Zeke took some time to quietly adjust to life in Valhalla.

Unlike the Academy Valhalla was a place where you could take the classes you wanted whenever you wanted.

After students completed the basic courses they had to take the rest was left up to their own discretion.

Zeke who was more interested in gathering talents for Valhalla than in the classes themselves went around looking for classes where other five-star knights excluding Diego would be present.

But the timing wasn’t as good as I thought.

Jeffrick Solmar the Knight of the Dance was a senior and was currently on a field training mission while Bishop Castik the Knight of Silence had already graduated and was now a member of the Knights of the Kingdom of Thebes.

The last welcome article Aster Aladov was a student but for some reason he registered for classes but never showed up.

Zeke had no choice but to first recruit Diego Villa the knight of rhyme who he was somewhat familiar with.

“Hey! Bro. Welcome to our club.”

That’s why Zeek visited the Southern Fusion New Age Music Research Club of which Diego Villa is the president.

“Wow it’s really Zeke Draker.”

“oh my god!”

Rumors about Zeke had already spread far and wide in Valhalla so the club members looked at him with curiosity.

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After calming down the members Diego said he would play some music the club had made for Zeke.

Although Zeek had no knowledge of music he held back and listened intently to the performances of Diego and the club members.

‘What is that?’

Zeke a former Southern hitman had to listen to Southern music every day whether he liked it or not because of McCain’s boss Don Juan.

Thanks to that I learned a lot about Southern music even though I didn’t want to.

Diego’s rhythm didn’t sound good to Zeke’s ears who were trained in traditional Southern music.

“car!”

After finishing his performance Diego approached Zeke with a smile.

“Hey bro how about we play!”

Zeke looked at Diego and clicked his tongue.

“Diego have you ever really listened to Southern music?”

“What? Hey bro. I’m from the South. It’s full of South Soul!”

“You’re sounding like South Soul. Southern rhythms are basically… Hey get out of the way.”

Zeke shook his head and jumped up from his seat.

Then he sat down in front of the southern musical instrument where Diego had been sitting.

Then he picked up a stick placed next to him and started beating the drum.

Doo doo doo doo!

Zig holding drumsticks created a simple but passionate rhythm.

Doo! Doo doo doo! Doo doo doong!

“Wow! Great rhythm!”

The other members each picked up their instruments and started adding melodies to the rhythm of Zeke’s southern rhythm.

Diego added lyrics on the spot and added vocals to the rhythm that made his body move naturally.

“Yo! I’m a southern swordsman! You central idiots! You northerners are just idiots!”

Before we knew it we had completed fusion music that combined southern rhythms with melodies from the central continent.

Drumroll!

Zig finished the rhythm.

The other members were intoxicated by the rhythms that Zeke had created and their own melodies.

Diego was moved by the sensation he felt for the first time.

“What the…! Zeke Bro! You’re a genius not only in swordsmanship but also in music yo!”

The other club members also looked at Zig with grateful eyes.

“He is the god of rhythm.”

“This will rise. It will definitely rise.”

Since Diego’s rhythm was so messed up he only played the simple ones he knew but Zeke was flustered when he got this reaction.

‘I feel like I did something useless.’

Feeling like he would get caught if he stayed any longer Zig quickly got up from his seat.

Then Diego grabbed Zeke’s leg and hung on.

“No bro! It’s a disaster for the continent if a talented person like you doesn’t do music! You absolutely must do music!”

“Diego. Why on earth did you come to Valhalla?”

“Brogya I have come to deliver the South Soul to the desolate Valhalla!”

“….”

After defeating Diego and the members of the Fusion Music Club who tried to capture him Zeke returned to the mansion.

“Wow I almost got caught in a strange place.”

The problem was that he had many talents.

Zeke was so shocked that he almost got caught while trying to catch Diego that he snickered and decided to calm down and focus on his personal training.

He turned on the Terracan’s security vault opened the scroll of the True Dragon Sword and read it.

“Hmm… No matter how many times I watch it the content is still really difficult.”

Elemental Sword was also difficult but since Kaiser was there to explain it to me step by step there wasn’t a part that I didn’t understand for a long time.

However there were too many parts of the expression itself that were difficult to understand.

“You have to go through the stages of going from the small to the large circulation by circulating the aura and breaking through the blood vessels… What on earth does that mean?”

Although I was reading the ancient Kronos language translated into the central common language through system correction it was too difficult to understand because the expressions themselves were not words used in this day and age.

Zig decided to put aside what he didn’t know and start by learning the shape of the sword.

Since Terracan Draker originally created the Dragon Slaughter method based on the True Dragon Sword Technique the basic roots were the same.

“The True Dragon Sword has many more recipes and is very complicated. It must have been difficult to organize it using the Yongsal method.”

Zig consulted the Dragon’s Slaughter method and unfolded the True Dragon Sword’s first techniques one by one.

Although the Yongsal method involves large movements it was created with human confrontation in mind so it was possible to use it in real combat.

However it felt clear that the True Dragon Sword was a sword technique created to deal with dragons.

It took all my strength to cut down the giant dragon.

Phew!

Zeke quickly figured out the sword form of the True Dragon Sword which even Terracan Draker had given up on because it was too difficult and swung the sword to get it into his body.

“Here… So move like this. Turn around and cut. Jump… and cut again.”

Zeke learned the sword form by raising the Aura Blade.

There was one thing that Zeke overlooked here.

The actual True Dragon Sword Technique was a sword technique that was created to generate an aura from the lower abdomen penetrate the meridians throughout the body and strengthen the entire body to unleash great strength at once.

However since Zeke did not have a lower dantian he used Bahamut’s heart to convert the mana power generated during the middle dantian into aura and used it for swordsmanship.

To begin with the nine knots of the True Dragon Sword were unnecessary for Zigg who did not generate aura through his lower abdomen and blood vessels.

Woohoo!

The excellent sense of the sacral body allowed it to automatically correct and tell the direction in which the sword should flow just by looking at the sword.

Before he knew it Zig had learned not only the sword form of the True Dragon Sword but also how to use it.

Whee!

The more I repeated the first attack the sharper the sword became.

As Zeke swung the True Dragon Sword with increasing skill he felt a wall that was close enough to touch but not quite there.

‘You’ve already felt the wall of the Black Knight? It’s too early.’

I thought it was absurd that I had grown enough to feel the Black Knight’s wall so soon after crossing the Red Knight’s wall.

Zeke swung his sword more calmly.

Before I knew it the mana flowing out of the break was more concentrated on Bahamut.

Kookung!

At the same time Bahamut’s heart sealed within Zeke’s suspension began to beat.

Then Bahamut’s heart started to beat in time with Zeke’s True Dragon Sword.

‘what?’

The more I swung the sword the stranger the feeling became.

My heart was pounding and a part of my brain was tingling.

Still he didn’t stop and swung his sword again and again.

I felt like I couldn’t miss this feeling.

Kookung kookung kookung!

Bahamut’s heart beat faster.

And at one moment light began to shine from the sentence engraved on Zeke’s forehead.

“What what?”

In that moment Zeke’s eyes turned completely black.

I’ve had this experience before.

A situation that is clearly not happening in reality but feels as if it is a vivid reality.

Zeke’s gaze changed.

He was curled up in a wide huge cavity asleep in the abyss of the world.

Then he felt someone approaching him.

Zeke slowly emerged from the locked abyss and opened his eyes.

A human being who looks as small as an ant.

The man with his hood pulled down low over his face spoke to Zeke.

“Ruler of the Sunset. Bahamut”

It was only then that Zeke realized that he was no longer human but a dragon.

And then he who had become a dragon opened his mouth to the humans.

“Shatton Draker. How shameless. What are you doing here?”

Surprisingly the human before my eyes was Shaton Draker the king of Kronos and known as the Sword Master. He spoke to Bahamut.

“Lord of the sunset. I have a favor to ask of you.”

Then Bahamut raised his head towards Shaton.

The majesty of the dragon and the thick powerful murderous intent that could not be compared to anything else poured out on Shaton.

“You dare ask me for a favor? You damn human. If it weren’t for Kronos I would have wiped you all out in an instant.”

Then Shaton said to Bahamut.

“Lord of the Sunset. I understand your anger. That is why I would like to ask you for a favor.”

Shatton took something out of his bosom.

“I created a dragon-killing technique called the True Dragon Sword. I would like you to take charge of it.”