I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 17

Chapter 17

Episode 17

Thus ended the story of butler Cox, who had turned the Countess of Kazar upside down.

Fortunately, there were no major ripples.

Because Chris quickly cut off Cox’s neck.

‘Your Majesty has made a wise choice.’

‘If I hadn’t cut off Cox’s head back then, the Countess of Kazar would have been in big trouble.’

Everyone thought that Chris had cut off Cox’s head to cover up the affair for the Count.

Chris’s true feelings were different, but on the outside, it seemed that way, and people admired Chris for making a wise decision.

‘You’ve really changed completely.’

‘He’s not the same old bastard.’

People looked surprised as they watched Chris doing strength training at the training ground.

As soon as he caught the rat Cox he was aiming for, Chris put away his rascal impersonation and started to focus on training again.

The training intensity was also tremendous.

It must have been hard, but the way he held the ball with an arrogant and cold face without letting up an inch was like the symbol of a mine.

Of course, Chris was thinking this to himself.

‘Damn physical training. I’m dying from exhaustion. Why can’t physical strength be trained with talent? Let’s endure it for the sake of the riches and honors that we can enjoy as the Demon King. The Demon King’s riches and honors! Riches and honors!’

Anyway, seeing Chris like that, the Mines completely acknowledged him.

Chris has changed.

He was no longer a scoundrel.

He was a respectable young master of the Countess of Kazar.

A scene unfolded proving that fact.

Count Kazar appeared at the training ground.

To teach Christian!

‘The Count himself is teaching us.’

‘I understand that even Master Tern has not yet received direct instruction.’

It was surprising that Tern had not yet received the teachings of Count Kazar.

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Count Kazar was training Tern under the Black Swamp Knights, saying that he lacked the basics.

While Tern only occasionally pointed out Christian’s shortcomings, he stepped forward to teach Christian himself.

‘Maybe it’s because it’s late.’

‘I came to my senses, but I was way behind.’

The mines made pitiful faces.

‘I wonder if the young master can endure the teachings of Count Kazar.’

‘Even the higher-ups of the Knights Templar are trained by Count Kazar.’

It was Count Kazar who said that the reason he had not started teaching Tern, who he had chosen as his successor, was because he was not yet able to endure the training.

Count Khazar’s teachings were famous for being ruthless.

The men thought that Christian, who had been living a dissolute life, would not be able to endure it.

“let’s go.”

“Yes, father.”

Chris followed Count Kazar to the secret training grounds set up separately in the mansion.

The men shook their heads at Chris’s innocent face, seemingly unaware of the harsh future that awaited him.

‘I wonder how long you can hold out.’

‘I don’t want to be treated so harshly that I give up on my training and go back to being the loser I was before.’

Everyone was worried about Christian, who was being trained by Count Kazar.

But there was something the mines didn’t know.

What kind of scene is unfolding in the secret training ground.

Count Khazar couldn’t close his gaping mouth.

It was a never-ending series of shocks.

* ? ?* ? ?*

“Is this the right thing to do?”

A sword with a ferocious momentum was unleashed.

It wasn’t a mud sword technique that entangled the opponent’s feet.

It was a black scythe sword technique for harvesting the heads of cornered enemies.

It was a sword technique that inflicted fatal wounds with a single blow, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, and was the main attack technique of the Black Swamp Knights.

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

“Binding their feet with mud, crushing them with curses, and cutting their heads with sickles. It’s that simple.”

Simple?

If someone else had told him that, Count Kazar would have been furious and called him presumptuous.

In order to actually put that story into practice, you had to perfectly master the chain of restraint, curse, and attack.

But Count Khazar could not get angry.

Chris was doing it really ‘simply’, just like he said.

-Kiyaaaak!

The demons summoned for training rushed in.

Chris blocked and restrained their attacks with light movements of his mud sword technique and unleashed his dark magic.

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It was a 1-star basic curse, the ‘Shadow Vine’ black magic.

The shadows entangled my feet like vines.

It’s not a strong bondage.

A weak bondage that can be broken with just one strong kick.

But Chris didn’t miss that brief moment.

Every time his movements faltered, the black scythe sword technique cut off the heads of the demons.

“…….”

Count Khazar remained silent.

‘When did you become able to use black magic so naturally?’

Of course, swinging a sword and using black magic required tremendous control. Just looking at the control alone, it was already a skill level of 2 or higher.

Is it just control?

‘Black Sickle Swordsmanship… It was the first time I was taught it today.’

But what does that movement mean?

Of course, it is still immature.

Yet the essence is still alive and well.

Inflicting fatal damage by taking advantage of the opponent’s weakness.

There were so many things to be surprised about that I couldn’t figure out what to be surprised about.

Even Chris showed an even more shocking appearance, as Count Kazar was still in shock.

“But does it have to be done this way?”

“what?”

“I think there might be a more efficient way.”

Chris smiled faintly.

“Hey, it looks like a suitable opponent is coming. Take a look.”

A new training monster has been summoned from the magic circle.

A second-level ‘human mushroom’.

Just as inspectors, magicians, and minions are divided into levels of maturity, there was a system for classifying demons.

It is divided into levels of magic, and the magic of the same number has similar power to the same level of maturity.

In other words, the ‘human mushroom’ that has just been summoned has power that overwhelms Chris, a 1-star mine.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but your opponent is a level 2 demon. Don’t let your guard down.”

“I don’t let my guard down. I just have to match my opponent’s strength, so why let my guard down? Anyway, just watch.”

Knock knock, a human mushroom came running.

As its name suggests, the human mushroom was a mushroom with a body that had stems extending out like limbs.

The limb-shaped stem is as strong as a log.

Chris attacked as before.

A check attack. It was a mud sword technique.

It was a quick charge, but it was a perfect check, and Count Kazar secretly admired it again.

‘But it won’t be as easy as the previous demons. The limbs of the human mushroom, a second-class demon, are strong enough to ignore the mud sword technique.’

Count Khazar thought to himself.

‘It wouldn’t be a bad idea to suffer a big loss this time.’

Chris is brilliant but arrogant.

I thought that if I got screwed once, it would be a chance to let go of my arrogance.

But that didn’t happen.

It was the moment when the mud sword technique touched the demon’s leg.

A sight completely different from what Count Khazar had expected unfolded.

Crunch!

Chris’s sword cut off the human mushroom’s leg.

The legs of the demon, as strong as a log, were cut off with a snap.

“!!”

Count Kazar rose from his seat in surprise.

“No, how?”

As I have said many times, the mud sword technique is a sword technique focused on restraint.

The attack Chris had just unleashed was also a light leg slash.

But what is that power?

Concentrating your magic?

It is possible if you can handle the Black Sword, a magical sword that can be used from 3-star mines.

But no.

Chris can’t handle the black sword yet.

then?

‘I combined the mud sword technique with a black scythe!!!’

Count Khazar thought it was ridiculous even when he thought about it.

Combining two forensic techniques?

But it was clear that the blow Chris had just unleashed contained both the essence of the mud that restrained the opponent and the essence of the black scythe that inflicted fatal wounds with a single blow.

“How did you do it?”

“Well, it’s nothing special. I tried changing the movement so that when the mud sword technique makes contact with the opponent, it can instantly generate strong power.”

“…So how?”

“Well, it’s complicated to put into words. Look.”

Chris pointed to his feet.

“First, I widened my stride a little bit compared to when I was on mud, and I put my center of gravity on my right back foot. This way, I could have a burst of power.”

“…Then wouldn’t it be unbalanced?”

“The balance was adjusted by adjusting the weight of the sword.”

“…….”

“The overall movement of the upper body followed the method of the clay almost exactly, except that the muscles of the upper arms were contracted more and the movement of the wrists was twisted slightly more like a sickle.”

“…….”

“And also….”

Chris explained in detail how he did it.

Count Khazar was silent for a long time.

I didn’t know what to say in response.

Once I tried following my son’s instructions, I was able to maintain the mud’s motions while instantly unleashing the scythe’s explosive power!

‘…crazy.’

Count Khazar swallowed a curse without realizing it.

‘Isn’t this a completely new swordsmanship?’

It was neither mud nor a sickle.

It was something new.

‘You created a new sword technique on the spot?’

Of course, strictly speaking, it wasn’t a proper forensic examination.

It was just a single movement, and it was unstable in many ways, so there were many things that needed to be improved before it could be called ‘forensic science’.

Strictly speaking, it would be closer to an impromptu ‘application’ rather than a new forensic technique.

Still, it was a huge undertaking.

Count Kazar couldn’t believe it and deliberately belittled what Chris had accomplished.

“It has become quite powerful, but if you handle magic like that, isn’t it difficult to use curses as well?”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. You may not know this, but mud has a magic operation method that is specialized for use with curses. On the other hand, a sickle does not. It requires concentration of magic.”

Chris tilted his head.

Paat.

As he unfolded the scythe’s motion, a black cloud rose up in his other hand.

“Shall we do it together?”

“…….”

“Is it originally difficult?”

Count Khazar kept his mouth shut.

He thought of a word that may have been the umpteenth word today.

‘crazy.’

Even though he was my son, I hated him.

* ? ?* ? ?*

Time passed like that.

About two weeks?

Chris divided his day into three parts.

First is physical training time.

It was the time I hated the most.

‘Damn, jumping is so hard!’

It’s not just jumping.

Basic strength training like push-ups and sit-ups was what Chris hated the most.

‘If only I had been born as a black magic specialist like Destruction Maga or Curse Maga, I wouldn’t have needed to build up my stamina like this!’

However, since Dark Magic is classified as a demon fighting skill, physical training was absolutely necessary.

I once again began to regret having reverted to the bloodline of the Dark Maga, which was part of the Matu lineage.

The second time was with Count Kazar.

‘Still, training with Count Kazar was quite fun.’

What was funny was the expression on Count Kazar’s face, who looked shocked every time he did something.

Count Kazar had a cold appearance, but his surprised expression was very colorful.

‘My skills are also improving rapidly.’

Chris tried to move the magic inside his body.

The magic circulated quickly.

The level has been raised to a whole new level.

‘If you compare it to upper, middle, and lower, it would be around upper. It’s only one star, so it’s meaningless to compare it to lower.’

No it wasn’t.

Even in the first star, there was a strict distinction between upper, middle, and lower class.

‘Ha (下)’ is the level that has just reached that level.

‘Medium’ is a fully mature level.

‘Sang (上)’ means that the current state has become perfect and the next stage is about to begin. In other words, it meant that Chris had already reached the end of the first stage!

In less than a month since reaching 1st place.

‘No need to brag. We have a long way to go. But let’s rest tonight and eat something delicious! I can’t drink alcohol… Beef and strawberry juice! The happy life of a rich young master!’

The last of Chris’s three-part routine.

It was just a sweet break.

‘If you want to run long distances, it’s important to rest before you burn out.’

He was lazy by nature, so he couldn’t devote himself to training day and night.

So I made a schedule to practice hard during the day and rest at night.

The Magic Empire, a country of magicians, does not allow fifteen-year-olds to drink alcohol, so his joy was to end the day with delicious food and snacks.

‘When I turn eighteen, the legal drinking age, I’ll let you drink all kinds of alcohol.’

I was walking back to the mansion with those thoughts in mind.

An unexpected person called him.

“It’s been a while.”

“!!”

Chris flinched.

A beautiful woman with a cold image appeared in the darkness.

Black hair, blue eyes.

Appearance: Appearance of someone in their late twenties, with aging suppressed by magic.

It was Melin, the vice-captain of the Black Swamp Knights!

Chris noticed Merlin’s appearance.

‘It’s almost time for our promise.’

A month ago, she and Magi decided to have a proper fight without any restrictions.

The time for the duel has come.