An Old Friend from Previous Life

Yale was shocked after hearing those words. He was sure that he never heard that voice on his whole life, but at the same time, he felt that it was familiar and gave him a nostalgic feeling.

Yale decided to grab the sword. He felt that he would understand all after he did it. That voice also seemed to have a relation with his past life, and the enticement of knowing more about his past life's lost memories was something Yale couldn't resist.

After Yale grabbed the sword with his right hand, he felt a similar sensation as being teleported to another place. However, his body remained in the same place. Only his mind entered into a different space inside the sword where he met an old man who looked exactly like the statue in the altar's room.

"Welcome, my old friend."

The old man spoke to Yale in a friendly way. Yale didn't doubt that they knew each other in his previous life.

Yale wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure if saying that he lost almost all of his old memories was a good idea.

"I remembered to put your sword in this Special Realm to let you recover it after your reincarnation because I died before meeting you again. Everything is as we planned before, you are the only one capable of crossing the barrier, and I have set dummy legacies in the whole Special Realm to entice kids to enter, making it easier for you to sneak out inside."

The old man didn't notice Yale's doubtful expression, but it wasn't that the old man didn't care about Yale's attitude. The old man wasn't alive or a ghost, it was only a record of himself left inside the sword. The old man couldn't speak to Yale. Those were the words the old man had recorded for Yale to hear.

"I still remember when I helped you to forge that sword..."

Yale understood the meaning of the words the old man was saying, the sword in the altar was created by both the old man and his previous life, and it should have belonged to him because the old man said that Yale would recover it.

"We risked our lives and obtained all the strange materials to make a sword that followed your weird ideas. At that moment, I was barely the best smith in the continent, and I was skeptical about the creation of such weapon, but at the same time, I felt the necessity to try making it."

The old man smiled as he seemed happy while remembering old times. At that moment, Yale had already concluded that it was only a record left by the old man, but it seemed too lifelike.

"After forging this sword, I reached a whole new level on smithing. In a few years, I managed to become famous in the whole world, and even experts from other worlds came to ask my services. My whole life changed thanks to crafting this sword of yours. That is something I will never be able to repay you."

Yale couldn't believe that the old man was such a famous smith. Moreover, Yale didn't know anything about the outside of the empire, but the old man mentioned other continents and even other worlds.

"When you appeared hundreds of years later to ask me for taking care of your sword after your death, I didn't know what to say, your soul was dissipating, and you were doomed to die without having the chance to reincarnate. However, even in that state, I was unable to tell the level you reached."

Yale was paying attention to the old man monologue, he didn't remember that his soul was dissipating, but he remembered that he suffered a lot before dying, Yale thought that the suffering should be because of the dissipation of his soul.

Furthermore, by the old man's words, Yale was very powerful in his past life, but he didn't remember having strived for power. After all, Yale's memories were extremely lacking, so the fact that he didn't remember such things wasn't strange.

"However, your ideas were as weird as the first time we met. You lead me to the place you had chosen to die, and then you simply stabbed yourself with your own sword, the same sword you asked me to safeguard after your death."

Yale couldn't open more his eyes from the shock, he understood that he was slowly dying due to his soul dissipation, but he didn't understand why he killed himself in the end.

"You wanted that the main special function of your sword was to punish wicked souls with endless torture until they were dissipated, erasing any chance of reincarnation from those killed by the sword."

Hearing the old man, Yale started to have a few ideas on how to use the sword's ability after leaving the old man's space. Yale liked that function a lot.

"However, when you killed yourself, I almost forgot about the other similar function that I always thought of as was useless..."

Yale was impatient to hear more, but as the old man was only remembering while speaking, he was talking slowly.

"If that sword killed someone who wasn't wicked, then it will force that soul's reincarnation disregarding the state of the soul. That was defying the Laws of Life and Death and didn't seem useful. Why would someone want to offer a free reincarnation to the people killed by the sword?"

Yale was able to connect the clues. His soul was doomed to disappear, but since he used the sword to kill himself even in such a state, he forced his reincarnation to elude the dissipation of his soul. Yale even thought that the mess with his memories was also because the state his soul was before reincarnating.

"Since you are here, your plan should have worked well, and you avoided your soul from dissipating completely. I still don't know exactly why you had your soul dissipating, but whoever did that should be a truly fearsome existence."

Yale wanted more details about his past life. He obtained some clues, but nothing definite. Moreover, Yale also wanted to know more about his world and the other worlds the old man mentioned. However, the old man didn't have any need to explain such things to Yale's past life. He just mentioned some things that involved him.

"After your death, I firmly established a clan in the newly founded Revgen Empire. I put my name to the clan, and my descendants were instructed to be smiths like me, so you should be able to identify it easily if the clan still exists in your era."

The old man laughed, Yale had just met a noble clan that was specialized in forging, the chances of being the same one as the old man said were big, but Yale couldn't remember the old man's name.

However, those words implied something important to Yale. The span of time between his past life and himself was too big. After all, the Revgen Empire was extremely old.

If Yale's past life died when it was still considered recently founded, then it had been a lot of time. Because of that reason, the chances of meeting someone else who knew something about his previous life were slim.

"In the end, I died due to having my life force exhausted. My talent for smithing was great, but my talent for practicing wasn't enough to continue advancing before my time ended, you should be shocked at seeing me with this old man's aspect."

Even fearsome figures like the old man were still subjected to the limits of the life force. Yale knew that the life force would be extended when the Rank increased, but if one stopped advancing, one day, the life force would be exhausted.

"My friend, I wish you good luck in your new life. Sadly, I didn't have enough resolution to kill myself with this sword to force my reincarnation, so this is the last time we meet, my soul has already disappeared forever."

Yale couldn't avoid feeling sad after hearing the old man's words. In his memories, that was the first time they met, but in his soul, he was able to see an old friend bidding farewell to him for all eternity.

"Don't be sad for me. I lived a good life. After delivering this sword to you, my only regret is being unable to look after my clan in the future, but I can't take care of them forever. I am sure they would be able to live well."

He stopped a moment before continuing.

"I wish that you become famous again with that sword with you. I am dead in body and soul, but my creations will make my existence eternal, and your sword is my best creation. The best work of the Great Smith Tofesh."

Yale was touched by Tofesh words. Few people would be able to treat their whole life and death in that way.

Yale knew that five of Tofesh descendants were in the outside studying a barrier.

"If I have the chance, I will help them."

Yale didn't have any relationship with the Tofesh Clan, but he felt that helping them would be a good method of thanking the old man who was kind enough to guard his sword even after death.