Chilya Sword Master
Chwaaaarrrk...!!!
The grimoire glowed as frigid chill wrapped around my sword. It had been ages since I'd felt this familiar sensation. It wasn't the staff I'd always gripped, but in this moment, I felt like I'd returned to my invincible Supreme days from Dimension World 1.
Supreme Ice Magic Lv1 invoked.
Memory Borrower remaining uses: 0/3
Supreme Ice Magic Attack – Musori
The attack skill Musori, one of the two exclusive skills for the ice lineage third-tier hidden class Supreme, paired with the defense skill Nute.
Creeeeak...!!
Sharp ice shards swirled around Tesaro's sword. Each slash of the keen sword aura unleashed booming explosions—ka-boom!—trailing its path through the air.
"Kuh...!"
But Gullak seemed to anticipate my assault—or perhaps his instincts screamed danger. Despite the agony from Nute's ice spikes piercing him with every movement, he leaped back with all his might and drew his greatsword.
"Coward...!!"
Gullak shouted at me for the first time, a hint of bewilderment in his voice as my mana-laced sword aura targeted his vitals.
"Cowardly? Blame your own arrogance for suggesting I use magic first. Besides, didn't you unleash Aura Blade before me in this sword style duel?"
"Kuh...!!"
"And if we're splitting hairs, this isn't even pure magic—it's closer to combat arts fueled by mana. Just like your Aura Blade. A Supreme isn't a mere spell-slinging mage; it's a battle mage who wields weapons through magic."
Gullak scowled at my retort. But he couldn't deny it. Mages had frail bodies, yet a Supreme's exclusive spells diverged from standard mage fare. Both Nute—which created openings via ice spikes on shatter—and Musori—which amplified weapon damage with ice shards—were designed for close-quarters combat, not ranged casting.
...Huh?
That's when it hit me, staring at the sword blade infused with Musori's magic. A possibility I'd never once considered.
In Dimension World 1, my class Supreme fell under the magic lineage, limiting weapons to daggers and staves. Wielding one-handed swords or larger required first-jobbing as a mage, then second-job as a swordsman—impossible for my pure magic path.
But things are different now.
For reasons unknown, the Memory Keeper title applied my dream abilities to reality.
I can use swordsmanship.
Using swordsmanship didn't just mean swinging a blade or mimicking remembered forms. Just as mana stats enabled magic, swordsmanship required a dedicated trait to unlock true skills.
What if...
I bared my teeth and charged Gullak.
...I infused Chil-ya with mana?
Curiosity burned. What sword art would emerge?
Thump-thump-thump—
My heart raced at the thrill of transcending the ultimate swordsmanship. An ecstasy beyond imagination.
But first, I have to surpass him.
Shwaaaaaak—!!!!
Like thick late-autumn frost, the Musori-laced blade sliced wind, melting Nute's spikes in Gullak's body into transparent droplets.
Craaack...! Creeeeak...!!
Clammy mist and biting chill enveloped him, wounds from the spikes burning like fire.
"Kuh...! Grraaah...!!"
Even his spirit form groaned faintly under mana-infused Musori.
Shwaaak...!!!
My sword pierced the fog toward Gullak.
"Hup!!"
He heaved his greatsword, slashing through the Musori mist.
Vwoooom...!!
Fierce winds scattered the fog momentarily, but it reformed instantly. Instinctively, I swung.
No skill—just a normal attack. Yet in this sub-space, mana-charged, it transcended basic forms, rivaling true skills.
Claaang! Kaga-gaga-gang—!!!!
Gullak's massive frame staggered in the mist. The deafening clamor faded, leaving only the hissing steam of cooling fog.
"...".
Gullak stared rigidly at my sword at his throat.
"Well?"
"...This is cheating."
He spoke stiffly, reluctant to admit defeat.
"I've already tested Eltia Iron Kingdom's Yong-gong Geom-sik. Infusing mana into a style broken by my Chil-ya decades ago—does that truly make your swordsmanship superior?"
I couldn't help but smirk at his petulant tone.
"I agree."
I sheathed my blade.
"...?"
He blinked, caught off-guard.
"Yong-gong Geom-sik is strong, but it falls short of Chil-ya."
I'd mastered it countless times. I knew its strengths—and limits—better than anyone. Gullak's Chil-ya, however, knew no bounds.
The true ultimate sword art.
So I acknowledged this victory wasn't entirely fair.
"But failing to anticipate your mana use was my oversight. Fine. A win's a win. You'd have slain me with a real blade."
"Too kind. Thank you for holding back earlier."
"Enough. Survival crowns the victor—that truth endures. Fate decrees it. I'll pass on the remaining two Chil-ya forms."
Finally...
I realized the moment I'd awaited had arrived.
"One condition, though."
His low voice dashed my expectations.
"...Yes?"
"You're not ready yet."
"What do you mean?"
"This sub-space enabled our duel, but mastering the last two Chil-ya forms requires the first five as foundation. Minimum proficiency to withstand Chil-ya."
"...".
His words hit like a hammer.
He's right. Chil-ya 1st Sword needed Swordsmanship Lv20. That's the baseline.
Even in VR, Dimension World's game system imposed skill prerequisites. Without them, a first-class mage could spam seventh-class spells.
"I expected someone already versed in Chil-ya forms. You lack even basics—I never dreamed you'd win."
Gullak gave a wry smile.
"So what now?"
"No worry. The fourth Chil-ya form suits your level, securing the Chilya Sword Master title. But the last two come after gathering the other four."
I nodded.
World Quest demands full Chil-ya mastery anyway. Job change first, then the rest leisurely.
Once complete, I'd clear the World Quest, unleashing the world's strongest sword art.
Squeeze—I gripped my sword to steady my trembling chest.
"Understood."
No rush.
"Good. Patience. You've revived Chil-ya from oblivion. If fate wills, all forms return to you."
Hwaaaaak—!!
Then, razor-sharp hostility erupted from him.
"I ask you: Will you accept the War God's swordsmanship?"
I bowed slowly, meeting his gaze.
"Yes."
"Northern winds favor victors alone. Chil-ya's master must be one."
Vroooom...!!
His greatsword hummed, touching my shoulder as our eyes locked.
"As Chil-ya's creator, I declare you its heir."
Class: Chilya Sword Master(Mythic)
First Job Change Available.
Job Change to Chilya Sword Master?
Dazzling light heralded the alerts. As I nodded slowly, searing hostility from Gullak's greatsword seeped into me.
A cascade of windows poured forth, each brimming with insane traits and stats—no explanations needed.
"...Impressive."
I stared blankly at the system screens.
"Kekeke, Chilya Sword Master's true power is just beginning. Gather the scattered forms, learn my final two secret blades... and the ultimate swordsmanship returns."
Gullak nodded as if my awe was expected.
"Gullak."
"Speak."
His confident expression awaited my thoughts.
"One thing you're wrong about."
"...What?"
His face twisted, unprepared.
"Your Chil-ya may be supreme, but not strongest? It fell to mana-infused Yong-gong Geom-sik."
"That's..."
"Don't you wonder?"
I pressed.
"If inferior Yong-gong Geom-sik with mana wields this power... what heights would mana-infused Chil-ya reach?"
"...".
Gullak fell silent, stunned.
I opened my inventory, revealing a pristine white orb.
"Sounds arrogant, but good thing you're dead. As a spirit, this works."
Mythic class—phenomenal, yet unsatisfying. It sparked another possibility.
"Judge if it's greed or skill yourself?"
"No way... that's..."
Gullak gaped at the orb.
I nodded casually, mirroring his earlier reaction.
The Divine Beast Orb.
Meeting "dead" Gullak meant Chil-ya alone wasn't enough.
"Become my familiar."
I commanded, eyes locked on him.