Chapter 5- Nirvana

Chapter 5- Nirvana

The party went on, and Dwight missed this kind of feeling—being surrounded by his loved ones and living without worry.

Back then, he had chosen to be alone because some of his friends had betrayed him, and his family had pushed him away due to his lack of talent.

He fought constantly until he realized he was already the strongest and felt exhausted.

He remembered that he had stopped time for many years out of boredom.

He had forgotten what it felt like to be a person, so he was happy to reincarnate and enjoy life.

…..

After the party, Dwight's sister said goodbye and went back to her travels.

She had only come to celebrate his birthday and would soon be off on another adventure.

His two older brothers also returned to their territories.

The guests said their goodbyes, eager to brag about the party to their friends.

Dwight, on the other hand, went back to his room while Tessa decided to help with the cleaning after the party.

Dwight sat on his bed and immediately took out the egg that the Emperor of the Fire Empire had given him.

He pricked his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the egg, which was immediately absorbed.

The phoenix was a mythical beast, and the reason it hadn't hatched even in Alfred's hands was that he wasn't worthy enough.

Dwight's drop of blood was sufficient to activate it, as he was strong enough to be considered a heavenly genius.

...

Suddenly, the egg began to shine and crack.

Crack! Crack!

A 10-inch bird emerged, with colorful red wings and flaming eyes.

The phoenix looked at Dwight innocently, as if searching for its mother.

At a glance, Dwight recognized that this chick was a female phoenix.

Having seen many beasts, he was sure of it.

Dwight immediately took out a 100-year-old golden milk that one of the guests had gifted him and poured it into the chick's mouth.

Slurp!

In just a few seconds, the milk was gone, and the chick seemed to be asking for more.

Dwight shook his head and said, "Even though I'm rich, I doubt my treasures are enough to feed you until you grow up."

Dwight was only a mortal with a strong body due to his perfect physique, and he couldn't use magic because he had sealed it.

He could unlock it anytime he wanted, but he was bored and enjoyed living like a mortal.

He was enjoying his time with the little phoenix, who was now full after consuming many of his treasures.

Dwight was generous to her because these treasures were just trash to him, and he didn't need them at all.

The little phoenix fell asleep, and he named her "Nirvana."

…..

Unable to sleep, Dwight decided to walk around the mansion to relieve his boredom.

While walking, he saw a boy continuously swinging a sword in the air, his hands bleeding from his tight grip on the hilt.

The boy appeared to be around Dwight's age, dressed in simple clothes, and likely one of the workers' children at the mansion.

He was about 5'7" tall, had brown hair, and looked handsome except for his attire and a cross mark on his cheek.

"10,072"

"10,073"

"10,074"

The boy continued to swing the sword, enduring the pain in his hands.

Dwight was amused and reminded of how much he had trained to become strong.

This boy's determination reminded him of his past self, so he decided to approach him.

Dwight took out a white mask from his pocket.

He had bought it four years ago to avoid attention because he was very famous and well-known.

He liked to keep a low profile, so he wore the mask to avoid recognition.

He approached the boy and said, "Hard work is useless if you don't have talent. Talent is useless if you don't work hard."

The boy looked at Dwight and replied, "I know I don't have talent, but I believe I can become the best swordsman in the world someday. I don't know who you are, so please just leave me alone."

Dwight was amused by his bold claim.

He wanted to say that no one could ever become the best swordsman in the world unless he was defeated.

As the Sword God, there could only be one God in each category.

To become a Sword God, one would need to defeat him, just as he had defeated the previous Sword God.

He recalled that the previous Sword God had been arrogant and disdainful towards him, but Dwight had killed him without even using a sword.

He had only used his finger, an act witnessed by many gods who were frightened by his immense power.

Since then, he had been called the Sword God, though he believed he should be called the God of Gods.

"Keke, I bet you'll be crippled before you ever become a real swordsman,"

Dwight said, noting the boy's injuries and realizing the technique he was using was not suited for him.

Dwight had created numerous techniques, and even some gods had asked to become his disciples, but he had refused, believing they were not worthy.

He had never seriously considered taking a disciple but remembered offering guidance to some people.

He didn't know where they were now and didn't particularly care.

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

Dwight replied, "Ah, they call me Hope. It's your luck to meet me."

The boy was stunned by the name. He didn't know who Dwight was, but he sensed the truth in his words.

He felt that if he continued this way, he would become crippled and unable to wield a sword.

His hands were in constant pain, and he felt his training was making no progress.

The technique he was using was a free technique he had borrowed from the library, with no one to guide him.

He dreamed of becoming a famous swordsman, but given his talents and background, it seemed impossible, despite his hard work.

He was the son of a commoner without talent. The mark on his cheek was a motivational symbol he had created to inspire himself to become strong.

Seeing the boy's silence and the way he stopped swinging his sword, Dwight smirked and said, "Giving up already? You disappoint me."

The boy clenched his bleeding fist and replied, "I won't give up, even if there's only a 0.001% chance of becoming strong someday. I'd rather die full of pride than achieve nothing."

Dwight admired his dedication. He took out a branch and said, "Look at this. I'll show you something once."

He moved his hands flawlessly, swinging the branch slowly.

The boy was mesmerized by the smooth, celestial movements, watching intently until he entered a state of epiphany.

He closed his eyes and sat on the ground.

Dwight smiled, impressed by the boy's reaction.

He hadn't expected much from this kid, but the technique he demonstrated was one of his weakest sword techniques. Yet, it was powerful enough to slash a galaxy if learned completely.

Bored and reminded of his past self by this kid, Dwight decided to give him a chance—a lucky encounter.

As for what would happen to him, Dwight left it to fate, never expecting that this random meeting would lead the boy to shake the entire world and become renowned throughout the universe.

…..

Dwight continued to wander around the mansion until it was time for bed.

He was known for sleeping early and anywhere he could, which contributed to his reputation as "The Lazy Young Master."

He returned to his room and lay on the bed, with Nirvana sleeping next to him.