Otaku Translation: The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life Chapter 382 Part 2

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Chapter 382: Part 2

He wanted to obtain the [access card] that belonged to the winner through the formal channel.

Not by going through the back door.

……

The competition didn't proceed as smoothly as he imagined.

Three minutes before the competition ended, just when had pushed Dark back to eighth place, a powerful enemy appeared in front of it.

The shadow under Leomon's feet suddenly split into a mouth, then rose up from the ground and cackled at it.

At that instant, Leomon, who hadn’t really experienced such a thing before, subconsciously retreated with a startled look on its face.

But the shadow was coming out from under its feet.

No matter how it moved, the shadow would closely stick to it.

"Heeheehee——"

The shadow's cackles grew increasingly sinister.

This reminded Leomon of its comrade from the "Watchman Alliance (守望者同盟)"—[].

Of course, little Misdreavus always mischievously snuck out of its magic card and slipped into other people's dreams to spread terror all over the place, so the only true "watchman comrade" it had was [].

The moment it thought of Misdreavus, the fear in Leomon's heart inexplicably disappeared.

It stopped retreating, raised the [] in its hand, and stabbed it at the evilly grinning shadow with a calm expression.

Boom.

Before the sword made its contact, the shadow ran amok.

After the sword made its contact, it suddenly let out a shriek, desperately struggling like a pigeon thrown into a frying pan.

The shadow’s outline violently twisted due to the stab.

Its expression turning calmer, Leomon injected its magic energy into [].

After obtaining a systematic training method for perceiving and controlling magic energy, Dark's magical spirits had basically mastered the way to output their magic energy.

Leomon had learned this very well.

In that instant, [Honedge] lit up brilliantly!

……

“Aah——”

A deafeningly shrill scream abruptly rang from Leomon's shadow.

Under the light of the [Holy Sword], the magical spirit that had snuck into the shadow could no longer hold on and escaped from Leomon's shadow as though burned by fire.

The black shadow scurried out and materialized five to six meters away from Leomon.

It turned out to be a ghost-type magical spirit with a vague human shape.

At this time, be it the professors and students in the ring belt or the thousands of spectators in the auditorium, all had their attention drawn by the sudden bright light and ear-piercing scream.

Even the contestants in the arena unconsciously looked over.

And the person in the commentator's tribune, Zach Wilson, finally found another focus for his commentary.

In fact, he had also given explanative commentary during the one-on-one duel between Dark and Senior Sister Mary.

But after that, his focus shifted to other contestants.

Now that he directed it back to Leomon again, Wilson suddenly realized that he had missed a lot of things!

"That sword..."

A sword that could force a ghost-type magical spirit with “shadow stealth” ability out of the shadow would immediately make people think of "that".

But before it was confirmed, Wilson didn’t dare to speak carelessly.

In actuality, there were plenty of weapons with similar abilities. Many of the magic items in the holy church possessed sacred effects.

But this didn't prevent him from lavishing praise upon that sword.

"No, wait. Wasn't this sword previously equipped on ?"

Wilson's voice stilted as he suddenly discovered something that had been overlooked.

"Who can tell me why a shadow-attributed demon-type can equip such a sword with obvious sacred property?"

Similar doubts began to spread like germs.

The students, professors and audience who had a basic understanding of the subject matter suddenly broke into a commotion.

So much so that the noise of discussion was quickly rivaling the cheers from the rest of the audience, and more and more people were paying attention to Leomon's battle.

But many of them actually only had a scanty knowledge.

Subsequently, they built their framework out of their own imagination, and then speculated on things they didn't actually understand based on their own framework.

Therefore, very few people were able to infer something truly useful.

A very short distance away, after White Gawd sensed the aura of the [Holy Sword] more clearly, his suspicion abruptly rose.

Because he had never actually seen a physical [Holy Sword] and had only used the [] to create a [Holy Sword], he had no way to confirm his own guess.

But this trace of doubt still deeply took its root.

Regarding the [Holy Sword], he himself had no greed for it.

But if what that lion-type magical spirit was using was a real [Holy Sword], did it mean that it also possessed the qualification of the ?

Impossible, right?

How could a magical spirit possess the qualification of the Brave One?

Moreover, the previous demon-type had also used this sword.

No matter what, a demon-type could never be the Brave One!

White Gawd harshly smacked his own forehead, trying to shake off this unrealistic thought.

……

"It's the Brave One! It really gives off such a gracious aura."

Alvette gently stretched her shoulders and spoke in a lively tone.

Although she had felt it when Leomon was first summoned, only when it truly activated [Honedge]’s sacred property was she finally sure of it.

A magical spirit with the qualification of the Brave One was actually not a unique case.

It was just that ordinary people had no way of knowing.

After all, in the classification of magical spirits, there existed the "human-type" and "demi-human-type".

In the past, there had been more than one who attempted to recreate historical figures through magical spirits.

Of course, this kind of recreation could only produce an empty shell, but if it really succeeded, even an empty shell would cause a huge sensation.

Later on, as those Grand Magisters’ research came to light, more magisters banded together to ban it, classifying it as a "taboo."

After all, most magisters wouldn’t want to be desecrated like that after their death.

But even so, there would occasionally be historical figures who were crafted through regular magic crafting procedures.

This sort of situation was unpreventable.

If it didn't cause a big impact, the magisters would turn a blind eye to it.

As for whether there were still people carrying out similar experiments in secret, this was something that couldn't be verified.

But there were records that the holy church had eradicated several heretical sects that tried to craft [God] through similar methods in the past.

No one knew if this was true, and no one knew if it was truly possible to craft [God].

But in theory, even if it succeeded, the [God] that was crafted could only be an empty shell.

No one knew what would happen at that time.

Would the soulless empty shell of [God] become a host for evil things?

……

When Claire heard the words "the Brave One" coming out of Alvette's mouth, she once again failed to control the expression on her face.

After a while, she suddenly frowned and said, "The Brave One and the holy sword—could this be a bad omen?"

Alvette glanced at her and calmly replied, "What will come, will come. I just didn't expect the possibility of my baby obtaining the candidacy of the Brave One in this way."

From a certain moment, their conversation was completely obscured by the wind.

Even the two little princesses who were right beside them couldn’t hear their voices.

……

In the duel arena, after Leomon expelled the ghost-type magical spirit from its shadow, it cautiously raised its sword.

Meanwhile, the vaguely human-shaped ghost-type magical spirit was gradually recovering from its violent trembling.

Separated by a distance of five to six meters, the two sides got into a standoff.

Dark's gaze directly bypassed the ghost-type magical spirit to look at the third-year senior directly opposite him.

The senior who was clearly the master of this magical spirit had his flaxen hair parted in the middle, with the tips hanging on his shoulders. His eyes were deep black, his features soft and gloomy, and his skin was fair but not smooth.

Dark didn't have a deep impression of him. He might’ve come into contact with him in the tower of , but he didn't have much recollection of it.

But there seemed to be a purpose behind the way this person looked at him.

"Could it be the ?"

Dark subconsciously recalled the scene in the waiting room before the start of the competition.

But then he noticed that senior Mike Irving of the Aristocratic History Research Society was commanding his magical spirit to battle with people on the other side.

In his recognition, Mike Irving was still that core member who could extend an invitation to him on behalf of the Aristocratic History Research Society.

Since Mike Irving didn’t take action, the possibility of this having to do with the Aristocratic History Research Society was rather slim.

But if it had nothing to do with the Aristocratic History Research Society, why was this gloomy-looking senior staring at him like that?

Dark couldn't help but touch his handsome face, suddenly feeling a shiver run through him.

Perhaps sensing something, the senior opposite him abruptly looked away.

But his eyes immediately turned to the battle of magical spirits.

"(影鬼), (黑夜强袭)!"

The command devoid of any hesitation had the magical spirit named [Shadow Ghost] suppress its resistance to the [Holy Sword] and unleash its ultimate towards Leomon.

　　▼

　　[Card name: Shadow Ghost]

　　[Type: ]

　　[Level: ✪✪✪✪✪]

　　[Race: ]

　　[Attribute: ghost-type/shadow-type]

　　[Magic energy: 2500]

　　[Attack: 2100]

　　[Defense:1400]

　　[Ultimate: (潜影), Nightly Ambush, (影杀)]

　　▲

The battle began in an instant.

[Shadow Ghost]’s human-shaped body suddenly unfurled, transformed into a pitch-black curtain, and zoomed towards Leomon while emitting a shriek.

In the blink of an eye, the sky above Leomon was shrouded by a huge "curtain of night".

The light dimmed down in an instant.

Black tendrils drooped down from the curtain of night, densely swarming and disturbingly eerie.

When a tendril grazed Leomon's shoulder, it immediately felt its magic energy being sucked away.

But as soon as it made a move, the "curtain of night" above its head abruptly descended and began to enfold, as if about to swallow all the creatures within its enshroudment!

Expression turning solemn, Leomon slightly bent down to gather its strength. The [Honedge] in its grasp emitted an increasingly strong holy light due to the injection of magic energy.

At that moment, the [Shadow Ghost] that had turned into a “curtain of night” came closing down.

Holding the [Holy Sword] in a reverse grip, Leomon leaped up like a soaring dragon and swung up the [Holy Sword] that was exuding holy light, unleashing a storm-like slash.

[Honedge]’s [Holy Blest] passive skill went into effect, increasing its resistance against shadow-attributed opponents by an entire 50%.

As if cutting a piece of tofu, Leomon's slash carved out countless cracks on the "curtain of night"!

The light of the rising sun leaked out through the cracks. As the darkness was dispelled, those black tendrils dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Clang!

The moment Leomon landed, its knees slightly bent to mitigate the impact.

The sword had returned to its sheath.

After a slight delay, the "curtain of night" formed by [Shadow Ghost] suddenly exploded.

Thereupon, there was no more trace of darkness above its head.

……

[Point +1]

……

As Dark perceived Leomon's state through its magic card, his eyes never stopped observing the gloomy-looking third-year senior.

He saw that after his magical spirit was killed, the senior actually smiled instead of getting angry, the corners of his mouth rising as he opened his mouth to utter something.

His voice was obscured by the shouts of the audience and the commentator, but his expression and the movement of his lips instantly alerted Dark.

He immediately gave Leomon a warning by injecting his magic energy into its magic card.

The next moment, Leomon's shadow started to move again.

……

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