“Swordcraft: One Hundred Blade Cuts!” I exclaim as I swiftly move both my legs in an obscure motion, even faster than the technique’s originator, Zamira, before slashing my sword horizontally.

Swoosh!

A fine line of aura erupts from my sword, cleanly slashing one of the training dummies ahead of me. But I don’t stop there; I continue running through the field as if fighting an imaginary opponent, my eyes fixated on the next target.

“Swordcraft: One Thousand Blade Cuts!” I shout again, executing the same movements as before.

Zzzzzrrrrrr!!!!!

This time, a thick line of blood aura erupts from my sword, cleanly slashing the training dummy in front of me. But unlike before, the aura slash doesn’t dissipate; it continues moving forward as if it has a mind of its own, cutting through all the training dummies on the field.

Within seconds, the aura slash finishes slashing all the dummies and starts heading towards Zamira.

Reacting swiftly, Zamira creates a blood aura slash of her own, canceling out my attack.

As I look at her face, I see nothing but absolute awe.

She starts walking towards me, her sword broken.

“You broke the sword, huh?” I ask with a slight chuckle, making her raise her eyebrows.

“That’s an ordinary sword. How could it withstand my one thousand sword strikes?” Zamira replies, looking somewhat angry.

“Well, my sword is still intact…” I say, showing her the sword in my hand that retains its vitality. Compared to before, the sword seems to have red spots around it, radiating a faint aura.

Once again, seeing the intact sword leaves Zamira in disbelief.

“Sigh, well, I can’t be compared to you in terms of skills, but seeing you use my techniques like this, I think I’m happy,” Zamira says in a low voice, showing me a faint smile.

For some reason, her smile warms my heart because it’s rare to see her smile like this.

“Are you sure about that? You seemed angry before, you know?” I say, looking at her suspiciously.

“Ah, I wasn’t directing my anger towards you. Rather, I was angry at myself for being so pathetic. B-But it’s an honor to see the Protoss use my sword techniques,” Zamira mutters, flashing a smile at me once again.

This woman…

Suddenly, she drops her broken sword to the ground and starts fidgeting, her gaze facing down. I notice faint blushes on her face as she consistently locks her index fingers together.

Ah… She probably wants me to teach her a technique. If that’s the case…

“What do you want? Do you want me to tea–“

“I… I want to kiss you,” Zamira mutters, her face getting redder. I can even hear faint sounds of her heart beating, and her face heats up.

Hearing her words, a perplexed expression appears on my face.

Suddenly, Zamira gets closer to me, wrapping her hands around my neck before pressing her lips against mine.

“I… I don’t know how to kiss, but I’ve watched some movies about it,” Zamira mumbles, her tongue slowly invading my mouth.

Seeing her take the first step, I respond by intertwining our tongues together, reciprocating her passionate kiss.

Zamira doesn’t resist my advance; instead, she becomes more aggressive, kissing me fiercely.

After a minute, we slowly separate our lips, parting with a string of saliva. I can still taste the metallic hint of blood in my mouth, indicating that she recently fed.

Her face is extremely red, and her shyness is evident.

“That was awesome. I’d say that was one of the most epic kisses I’ve ever had,” I say, a smile blooming on my face.

“Humph, you have lots of wives. How can that short kiss be one of your epic kisses? Stop with the flattery,” Zamira says with a snort, turning around as if she wants to walk away.

“I’m telling the truth. I have no reason to lie. But if you don’t believe me, that’s fine,” I say with a slight shrug.

“Really? That was one of your best kisses?!” Zamira asks, turning around to face me with a bright smile.

“I’m not lying.”

“Ah, o-okay,” Zamira mumbles, speechless and unsure of what to say.

“Eh, really?” she asks, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Sure.”

“I’ll gladly learn it then!”

“Okay, I’ll teach you the technique I used to defeat you during our match. I won’t use any aura while demonstrating the movements to avoid causing any damage. Watch closely,” I say, picking up a sword from the rack.

In the next moment, I assume a battle stance, widening my legs and bending my knees.

“The technique I’m about to teach you is called ‘Transcendent God’s Bane: First Strike.’ It consists of ten strikes, but with the help of VR capsules, I’ve expanded it to twelve. The first strike alone is capable of annihilating an average god if executed properly, while the tenth strike has the power to slice the moon. As for the twelfth strike, I’ve only been able to use it in a game, where it obliterated an entire planet to dust,” I explain to Zamira.

Abruptly, I raise the sword from my shoulder, indicating that I’m about to demonstrate the movements of the first strike without using any energy.

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Currently, we’re walking toward the Blood Moon Tree to pluck some of its revered fruits. Although I can see the tree ahead of us, it’s still somewhat distant due to our leisurely pace.

“Thank you for teaching me that sword technique, even if it was just the first strike. I really appreciate it. Even without any energy infused, I could feel its deadliness,” Zamira says gratefully.

“It’s nothing. I’ll also teach you how to use Ki some other time. Primal energy should only be used as a last resort due to its drawbacks. Only the Valkyries were able to use it without any drawbacks,” I respond.

“Speaking of which, I need a clone. Do you know where I can get one?” I inquire.

“That’s pretty simple, but if I may ask, what do you want it for?” Zamira queries, her eyes keen.

“Amber, Misty’s second personality. You know, the pod she was born with was corrupted with the remnants of a Valkyrie’s soul,” I explain.

Upon hearing my words, Zamira’s eyes widen in shock.

“I know someone who can create a quality vampire clone. However, we all know that a vampire’s clone has a lifespan of sixty to a hundred years, depending on the essence with which the clone was created, while a human’s lifespan is about twenty. The only person who can create a perfect Valkyrie clone is Edgar Frost,” Zamira says, pondering.

Hearing the name, I raise my brow unconsciously.

“Edgar Frost, huh… However, I need to find a suitable body for Amber before getting her a proper vessel,” I say, contemplating the possibilities.

Suddenly, we come to a stop in front of a mighty, gigantic tree pulsating with red veins that run from its roots to its branches.

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