Valentine North Fort, in the basement of the stone building of the "Mercenary Manor", Tasmi practiced his sword in the ashram.

The ashram is separated by several stone walls, with wooden stakes and iron puppets in the corners, all kinds of training equipment, and magic guides designed to help mercenaries feel the corresponding power, making Tasmi feel that it is a crime not to level up as soon as possible.

Now Tasmi also knows that the copper sword in his hand is garbage, the price of copper here is not much higher than that of ordinary copper, and the elven wood sword in the quiet room is hundreds of times more expensive than his own sword.

However, he still insisted on practicing with this sword, and the promotion of transcendents has its own methods in addition to fighting. It's just a systematic thing in terms of order and magic, and no one summarizes and teaches warriors or anything.

The eldest sister also tried to let him become a knight or a paladin, but the canon creed alone made his head big, and he could only learn some swordsmanship and combat skills from the eldest sister.

"Three-four-five-four, three-four-five-five......"

Tasmi sweated like rain, his arms stiffened and wielded his long sword, and he had to swing five thousand swords a day, which was a task he could not beat.

To be honest, he also had some doubts about this training method, but when the old patriarch taught him, he said that only in this way can he maintain the state of the sword as a part of his body at any time, and then touch the divine will of battle from this state, so as to gain more skills and even promotion, he can only believe it. Now that it's a habit, it's harder to let go.

"So why it is difficult for ordinary people to grasp extraordinary power, it is because the soul is tightly bound by flesh and blood, and it is difficult to transcend the surface matter. ”

Suddenly, a low, muffled voice sounded in his heart, freezing the sword that Tasmi had just raised above his head.

The voice continued, "The body is the root of mortals, and it is of course important to focus on the root. But focusing only on the fundamentals, just like walking and only staring at your feet, focusing all your attention on whether the steps of the two feet are the same, and in the end you will only circle in circles. If you don't believe me, you can try it, the difference between each person is just the size of the circle. ”

Sounds reasonable, but ......

Trying to suppress his fear, Tasmi asked in his heart, "Who are you!?Is it the Red Devil's magic or the remnant!?"

The voice was silent for a moment, then said, "Poor fellow, you still regard those mortals of the Red Federation as lichs or demons who can transfer souls, it seems that I have to give up on you." ”

Tasmi was a little ashamed, he did know that the so-called Red Devil was actually a mortal, but the inherent prejudice had not been eliminated.

Sounds like a big ...... It was a great loss to be abandoned, and Tasmi hesitated for a moment.

"Then who the hell are you? Really with Chi...... Isn't it related?"

Tasmi is not a stupid person, and when he heard the "heart whisper" again, he naturally understood that the last time was not an illusion. But last time, it happened to be at the scavenging site, and the Red Devil's personal assistant who was also found cut off his hand, which felt very similar to the plot of many mirage dramas.

"Under me, all mortals are the same, the Red Union people, the Imperial people, all the same. ”

"My previous host was unlucky, and now I need a new one to complete my mission to save the world. ”

"As for who I am, I can only tell you that I am a being above you mortals. ”

Tasmi's eyes straightened, it's really that kind of plot!

"Y-You're not really the remnant of the Red Devil? isn't she in disguise?"

Of course, Tasmi didn't believe it so easily: "Although the Red Devils are also ordinary people, I heard that they have all kinds of life-saving skills, and they can even store their souls in other places like lichs. If I look for someone who has the ability to probe souls, you should reveal the prototype. ”

The voice was silent for a moment, and Tasmi felt the palm of his hand heat up.

Then the voice said, "Dare to question and even threaten me, this is the first time I have seen such a mortal, and I am interested in you again." ”

"Do you want to find someone to investigate? I'm not going to stop it, but have you thought about the consequences?"

"Others won't recognize my origin at all, they will only think that you have been impregnated by the power of the Red Devil, and then ......"

Tasmi's face turned pale, then ...... Being arrested by the trial court for interrogation, correction and even purification, and finally being alive and throwing away to the mine to dig a lifetime of mining is already the luckiest ending.

He began to panic: "You, why did you find me?"

The voice seemed to be separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers, and it took a while to react: "I said, I chose your ......"

Tasmi was still wary: "And then you're going to say...... Boy, sign a contract with me and become a ...... Oh, in short, an amazing man, follow your instructions and save the world?"

The voice paused for a moment before saying, "You've learned to answer, but ......"

It said in a disdainful tone, "You are not qualified yet, and I have not finished my investigation of you." ”

Being looked down upon, Tasmi was a little uncomfortable: "Sneaky, who knows what you can do, just nag in my heart?"

The tone of the voice was calm again, completely devoid of turns, which made Tasmi feel even more eerie.

Just listen to it and say, "I already helped you yesterday......"

Tasmi's heart was shocked, yesterday he had been in a hurry to deal with the Grand Inquisitor Estis, and not only did the other mercenaries admire, but Ankaret and Xieri were both impressed with him. Xiyili even said that he couldn't fight, but his brain was very good, and of course he was more daring.

He knew very well that he had never been so bold or so smart.

He asked, "What did you do?"

The voice said, "It's nothing, it's just that it adjusts your heartbeat and hormone secretion, eliminates your tension and panic, and allows you to focus more on how to solve the problem." That kind of thing doesn't really matter to me. ”

Tasmi was overjoyed: "Then let me level up immediately! The legend can't think about it, it shouldn't be difficult to reach level four and become a strong person, right?"

The voice was still flat: "I said, you are not qualified yet, and you really want it so?"

Tasmi wilted: "Of course not...... I don't believe in the power that falls from the sky, so it's hard for me to believe in you. ”

The voice said, "We don't trust each other, it's nothing, step by step, it starts with your training." ”

Its tone changed suddenly, and it became extremely disdainful: "If you continue to practice swords like this, I don't know if you can upgrade or not, but I can be sure that in seven or eight years at most, your two arms will be abolished." ”

Tasmi was speechless, muttering to himself.

The voice continued, "There is a limit to the physical strength of mortals, and it is very low. Extraordinary power comes from the soul, although you are only a zero-level apprentice, you can be regarded as an extraordinary person, don't you understand this truth?"

Tasmi said bitterly, "Of course I know, but I don't know any other way to bring out the power in my soul than fighting. ”

The voice said, "Combat is nothing but a test of strength, and training is very ineffective, especially without mastering the correct and scientific method." True training is that every thought, even every breath and heartbeat, is stimulating the power of the soul, and that has to start right. ”

Tasmi subconsciously asked, how do you start.

"That starts with seeing the truth of the world......"

The voice was even deeper, and Tasmi felt his palms heat up: "You put aside your distractions and think about what your life has been full of since you were a child. The other people around you, the earth, the house, the air, the nature, are constantly giving you how to feel. ”

As the voice led, Tasmi's mind gradually calmed down, as if he had returned to his childhood, to the small mountain village he had determined to defend to the death.

The corners of his mouth curled involuntarily, and his heart was full of sweetness: "Of course it's happiness, beauty and ...... Happiness. ”

I vaguely heard the sound in my heart, and the voice was muttering something "switch routes", but he was focused on the past and didn't care.

The voice then asked, "Will that happiness last forever?"

Sadness, anger, and even pain welled up in Tasmi's heart, and he replied, "Of course not, it's gone." ”

"You'd love to protect that happiness on your own, right?"

"Yes, I came to the outside world to save my hometown. Now, it's time to get your friends back and avenge your friends. ”

"So how can happiness be kept?"

"I ...... I don't know ......."

"Is it time to crush all evil, to destroy all evil?"

"Well, it doesn't seem that simple......

"Don't think about it so much, what if you can do it? Ask your heart, are you so eager for it? Every time you swing your sword, do you think how good it would be if every sword could kill a bad person and destroy a bad thing?"

"Okay, it seems to be...... Yes, I do!"

"Then be true to your heart, let your heart be filled with such desire, and then swing your sword with the belief that you can absolutely do it. ”

"Is that all it takes?"

"Don't you still believe that hard work will lead to success?"

"That's right...... Well, now that I know, I have to work in the right direction. ”

"I'm here to point you in the right direction......"

Thinking that it wouldn't hurt to try, Tasmi swung his sword again.

Constantly reminded by that voice, he gradually entered the state, as if there were really enemies and evil deeds in front of him. Each of his swords wiped out his enemies, illuminating the darkness like a torch and letting the evil deeds disperse like worms.

He didn't feel much different from his usual swing of the sword, but there was a faint power that made his arm no longer sore, and the sound of the wind under the sword was clearer.

In the vision of the micro-demon beyond his perception, a little bit of extremely thin bright red light overflowed the sword body along the sword momentum, tracing the source of the light, which was the palm of his hand holding the hilt.

In his more senseless soul vision, a dark golden light on his palm was pulling extremely fine strands of burgundy silk from his soul. This made his gray soul, with only a few strands of scarlet light wandering away, and an even more vivid red light.

"It feels very, very good......"

After splitting a hundred swords, Tasmi gasped and said excitedly, "This is a good start, the right start." ”

He was tired, not in his arms, but in the depths of his soul, which was clearly a sign that his soul was aroused.

He said sincerely: "Thank you......"

Then he asked, "By the way, what shall I call you?"

The pause of the voice was shorter and clearer than before, and it said faintly, "You can call me...... Kamak. ”

It continued: "You're right, this is just the beginning, and there's a lot more to think about going deep into the soul......"