I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 72

Ludicrous Fool!
Name: [Mortal Blade]

Type: Weapon

Rank: [Superior]

Order: [II]

Description: [Blinded by his greed for supreme power, the insane monarch laid waste to his entire kingdom, making of it nothing but an ocean of blood]

Weapon Abilities: [Blood Reaver], [Last Blood]

Name: [Eternal Twilight]

Type: Armor

Rank: Enchanted

Order: [I]

Description: [The Twilight usually donned this armor with pride, oh how joyful he looked when he marched to war at the dawn of the day and rode back on the helm of victory at dusk. What is left of it now is corruption and carnage]

Weapon Ability: [Mistwalker]

Northern started his introspection with the first two items he had ever receive in this hell.

The former from a lucky kill and latter from the lord castle.

Mortal Blade had so much potential, especially when fighting humans and monsters with red blood—since not all monsters had red blood, some hard black, some had green, some had purple—

Besides, the usefulness of the blade could not even be breached into because of how unrefined his soul essence was. He was a walker so no one could really be blamed.

Walkers are supposed to be a preliminary to what it is to be a drifter, an entry stage. And Norhern had been stuck in the entry stage for a while now.

He looked at the Mortal Blade description one more time.

‘Honestly, I’m having these sentient hatred… for the blade. Even though it’s been through a lot with me. I suddenly feel hatred towards it because it was given to me by the same bastard who tried to turn me into a breeding machine!’

Northern seethed, almost letting out an annoying scoff. He was staring at the runes of the Mortal Blade with so much disdain in his eyes.

Then he sighed.

‘Let it go North. Don’t be so petty. It’s just a weapon. It’s connected to my soul now.’

And that was why he could summon it regardless of where he left it.

It was even possible to theorize that once he was too far from where the sword was, it would automatically dissolve from reality and reappear as shards in his soul.

When summoned those shards weave into reality becoming whole.

He could slightly feel the presence of these shards in his soul and could pinpoint the ones he was familiar with.

Just like the Mortal Blade, Eternal Twilight was currently donning his body, dirtier than ever, smeared with dried bloods.

Northern himself could not give any explanation which monsters’ they were, since he had it on throughout the period where he was enchanted…by madness.

He was still staring at the Mortal Blade and Eternal Twilight floating before his eyes on two different panels. He was about to swipe away when brought his eyes back and narrowed it.

Something had caught his attention in the description of the Mortal Blade.

[Blinded by his greed for supreme power, the insane monarch laid waste to his entire kingdom, making of it nothing but an ocean of blood]

Northern touched his ear, softly caressing it as his focus burrowed deep into the description. He was reading it over and over again in his head.

Then he remembered what he had thought the first time he woke up in the prison mine.

‘The ground… was like blood had rained and dried… making it red’

Then the growth of the red crystals encased by the red stones.

Northern’s eyes widened.

‘Could it be…’

The clue that he had been searching for in order to get out of this hell was in…

‘…the description of items?’

Northern let out an unbelievable chuckle.

It had been right under his nose all this time and he couldn’t see it.

“Seriously, I’m supposed to be a genius but crap…”

He couldn’t help but see himself as a ludicrous fool!

The description clearly said [Blinded by his greed for supreme power, the insane monarch laid waste to his entire kingdom, making of it nothing but an ocean of blood]

It was not out of place to assume that the said ocean of blood was the reason why the ground of the mining prison was red.

When again he thought of how vast and large the place was, it further made sense.

Then the insane monarch must have been.

His suspicion drifted towards only one person.

The castle of the lord.

It all made sense! The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together and this could very much be accurate because, items after all were woven from the memories embedded in the soul of monsters.

Each item gained in a rift had something to do with the rift.

Northern became more sure of this as he went through the description of the Eternal Twilight.

[The Twilight usually donned this armor with pride, oh how joyful he looked when he marched to war at the dawn of the day and rode back on the helm of victory at dusk. What is left of it now is corruption and carnage]

The lobe of his ear was trapped between his fingers as he gave meaning to the description before him.

‘Since this came from a monster that was from another kingdom… the twilight could have been a name for a certain warrior…’ Northern’s eyes widened as he realized something again.

Then he corrected himself. ‘…or a true name. Yes it makes more sense. After all rifts and Ul associated themselves with true names… argh… there are so many complications’

For some reason, putting Ul and the rifts together seemed wrong. Ul was supposed to be their savior. The voice of the world that granted all its inhabitant a way to deal with the mess of rifts.

He proposed that in these item’s description, the name ‘Twilight’ was more of a true name than an ordinary one.

But also there was a flaw with this thought pattern.

‘Rifts are supposed to be other dimensions that have been swallowed. Then are the monster’s rewritten based on the events that led to the fall of this dimensions. Do the existence in these swallowed dimensions then become monsters? Wait were monsters once humans?!! Is that why Night Terror could understand me?!!’

So many questions raced within his mind and there was not a single question to them. It was so frustrating!

He decided to focus on the ones he could handle.

‘I’m just going to go for Twilight being a true name and that Ul and the rift having some sort of conspiracy. Yes, it’s safe to assume the worst for now, let’s not be optimistic. Being optimistic sucks’

If so, then it was safe to assume that this person called Twilight used to win wars… for another kingdom that was not the kingdom of Red Mine?

‘So the kingdom of Red Mine used to lose the battles?’