Reincarnated User Manual

Chapter 262: Revelation (1)

Sssssh—

Blood, flesh, and bone fragments hardened like stone, then shattered and scattered in the wind. Only black glass-like shards remained in the palm.

The mark of a god, a blessing, a bestowed power.

“The heart of an apostle…”

It seemed too pitiful to be called that.

Jaganata could not possibly consider this the essence of an apostle.

Had it not been for the lord’s revelation, there would have been no need to kill a fellow believer, and these mere glass shards would have held no value.

But what made it possible was, after all, the caprice of the god he believed in.

Suddenly, the revelation changed while heading to the great plains.

Not ‘Kill Glen Prient,’ but ‘Kill the sixth one.’ The angel without a head sensed that the will of the god he believed in had flipped.

A change in revelation during the journey was unprecedented in the millennia-long life of an angel.

“I don’t know.”

Jaganata scoffed, looking at the fragment in his hand.

Even without faith, the revelation to eliminate Glen Prient was comprehensible.

Which made his feelings all the more complicated.

To take the life of a fellow apostle—Jaganata still could not fathom the god’s will even after committing the murder.

However, it didn’t take long for the doubt to clear.

“Is that so?”

Disillusioned with the irreverence that questioned god’s will, Jaganata turned around as he sensed a sudden presence.

There was a man who had lost his way.

Glen Prient.

“What are you saying?”

Gasp—

Glen exhaled a heavy breath.

He had merely followed a powerful aura, but his heart was pounding harder than the last time he faced an apostle.

“It means I was reflecting on doubting god as an apostle.”

The angel without a head revealed his joy.

Encountering Glen while harboring doubts, it felt as if the Lord had shaken the board telling him not to doubt.

“I’m glad you look happy.”

Glen steadied his breath and drew his sword, then curled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“Why are you smiling?”

Jaganata asked, puzzled. Today, many incomprehensible things were happening.

“Did you foresee a victorious scene?”

“The opposite.”

Glen still smiled as he replied.

“Such a scenario was not in my foresight.”

A light had entered his dull golden eyes.

The future he had glimpsed behind the curtain was wrong.

The surroundings were still the plains as foreseen, but there were clear differences.

“Right now, there’s no one by my side.”

Even if he were to die, even if his life were to end, there would be no family to mourn loudly. No siblings.

It was fortunate that he would not have to show his loved ones the ugly sight of him bleeding out and collapsing.

“Only you, aimed at the tip of my sword. But before that, may I ask something?”

“What is it?”

“What were you planning to do?”

Despite the tense situation, Glen sought confirmation. He had never made his own choices in life, hence he doubted his actions now.

“On my way here, I saw a fallen human. A woman who looked just like you.”

“And?”

“I was going to kill her. If there hadn’t been any interruptions, I might have done it right away.”

The angel without a head shrugged. Glen nodded with a smile.

“That’s good.”

He did not know whether his choice was right or wrong. But this much he could be sure of.

His death would not be in vain.

Glen raised his sword.

The Holy Sword Regil.

A sword forged from stars, but over the years, it had dulled and lost its shine like its owner. However, that fact was not important.

What mattered to him was a sword he could swing freely, and Regil was suitable for that purpose.

Psssst-

The blowing wind tousled his hair. Glen ran with all his might following the wind.

Lightly, lightly,

He was running but the ground was not crumbling. Glen’s movements were as flowing as water.

But the fierceness contained in the swung sword was unmatched.

Whoosh-

The Sword of the Stars was overlaid with a sword force.

There was no neck to aim at, so the target was the heart. Not that it mattered in a body that wasn’t human, but he didn’t want to think about such trivialities at the moment.

After all, Glen wasn’t there to kill the apostle.

He just needed to bind the apostle as far as his power reached.

Glen could not kill the apostle.

He had never killed one before.

Thus, the fake descendant of the hero would be enough just to hold on until the true hero arrived.

Squelch!

Glen clenched his teeth and delivered a massive slash. The trace of the sword left a gash-like mark in the space it passed, followed by a thunderous roar, like thunder, clashing with a strike imbued with destructive power.

He didn’t feel the sensation of cutting anything. Despite swinging with all his might, not a single finger was severed, and only black sparks scattered aimlessly into the air.

‘As expected.’

He felt regret over his diminished skills, but Glen did not give up. He shook off the darkness creeping along the blade and lifted his sword high to swing again.

And he took a step forward.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang… Boom!!

It didn’t sound like a sword strike at all. The sword, heavy like a lump of iron being smashed down, was a blunt weapon unlike anything the old Glen would have used.

‘I can hardly call it a sword.’

Jaganata thought as he parried the raining sword strikes. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and fought many battles, including against the hero Kyrie, and had faced many Prients over the last 500 years.

Among them was the young Glen Prient.

A man with blazing red hair and golden eyes that shone like stars.

His sword was beyond swift, deserving not just the term “master sword” but even “divine sword.”

But what about now?

His red hair was dry and faded. The eyes that once shone fiercely were now clouded, barely emitting a murky light.

Sword.

Even calling Glen’s sword blunt would be a compliment, as it felt utterly dull.

‘Is that really Glen? He feels like a completely different person.’

The hook that would be at the place of a head twisted with emotion.

‘Mortals are indeed fleeting.’

Jaganata had enough leeway to even feel sympathy. Thus, he could also pay attention to the shard in his hand.

“Glen Prient.”

The headless angel spoke softly.

“Unlike before, your sword strikes are utterly dull.”

It was whimsical.

Glen did not respond. He felt it was a waste of time, and he did not think his sword was dull.

He swung his sword even faster than before and layered it with a denser aura of strength.

Click-

He stepped forward.

The storm of his sword was pushing the apostle back. To say it was dull, that was absurd.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time. The most exceptional Prient, no human has been as strong as you since the hero Kyrie.”

But that alone was not enough to shut Jaganata up.

“Compliment… thanks.”

Whoo- Glen inhaled a breath mixed with blood mist.

Blood filled his lungs, blood flowed from his clenched teeth, and every time his palm throbbed, it burst open.

Pushing his body to the limit while running was the result. As his body turned increasingly ragged, Jaganata sneered.

Whoosh! Emotions swirled like sewage flames over Jaganata’s neck.

It wasn’t to mock Glen’s struggling.

It was purely out of sheer joy.

-……..

“The Lord wishes it as well.”

Jaganata chuckled. Any further conversation was a luxury for Glen. Knowing this, Jaganata continued the conversation on his own.

“Do you not intend to become an apostle?”

Sympathy, recognition, praise. Emotions too precious to harbor for an enemy. Yet, the god he believed in did not chastise but affirmed Jaganata’s feelings.

“There were originally seven places, but only four remain; fortunately, one apostle’s spot has just become vacant.”

Glen did not heed the apostle’s whisper.

“It’s the sixth.”

What was he trying to say, suggesting betrayal? It was laughable.

“…Pfft, hahaha!”

Eventually, Glen burst into grand laughter. Because of it, his swinging sword stopped, and the step he took was pushed back by the storm.

“That’s funny.”

Glen coughed up blood as he laughed for a while, then wiped the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes.

“Amusing, isn’t it?”

Jaganata shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Glen.

“Yes, amusing.”

Glen steadied his breath and faced the apostle directly.

“How dare you suggest betrayal to a descendant of a hero? Your god really talks nonsense.”

“…”

“Tell him to eat a damn fig.”

A blatantly irreverent attitude toward a god of mercy, but Jaganata felt not even a hint of anger.

Instead, what he harbored was deep sympathy and…

“…you’re not even a real descendant of a hero. You’re trying too hard.”

Mockery.

Thud—

The smile vanished from Glen’s face. Like filth dropped into a tranquil lake, the calm surface disturbed and dirty ripples spread.

But that was all.

Whoosh—

A dazzling light illuminated the lake.

“No.”

As if shaking off denial, Glen gripped the Sword of Stars even tighter.

“That’s not it.”

Blood pooled in his clenched hand, and the droplets that fell moistened the grass.

“Prient is the lineage of heroes, a great sword that protects the world.”

“Are you forcing it?”

Following the denial, Glen shook his head, a behavior resembling a tantrum-throwing child. Jaganata openly expressed his disappointment.

Briefly, Glen’s mouth opened.

“It’s not forced.”

Glen overlaid his other hand on the sword and lifted it.

The aura emanating from his split core flowed along the blade.

“I will make it so.”

Brilliant divinity nestled in the Sword of Stars.