Regressing as the Reincarnated Bastard of the Sword Clan

Chapter 365

Sssssss…

A peculiar sensation crept over Theo's body. Starting from his toes, it crawled slowly upwards, like the prickling of thousands of insects climbing over him. It was an unnerving, skin-crawling feeling. His body refused to move, and just as the terrifying sensation began to consume his vision, something even stranger occurred.

Suddenly, Theo's soul was being dragged deep into an unknown void.
No amount of willpower could resist it.
He was simply pulled along, forced to gaze upon scenes he had no desire to see.

The scenery changed rapidly.

Blizzards roared, and the piercing cold winds seemed sharp enough to slice skin. The environment was a barren wasteland, relentlessly battered by the harsh elements. The snowstorm was so fierce that anyone caught within it would be entirely engulfed.

Through the blinding snowstorm, a lone figure appeared.

The man stood against the backdrop of a small cabin, tirelessly swinging his sword amidst the snow. The sheer heat of his movements melted the snow around him, exposing the ground beneath his feet. His hands were torn and bleeding, yet he displayed no sign of pain, silently continuing his relentless training.

Theo watched the scene, entranced.

There was no need to ponder who the man was.
Even though the man’s face was obscured by a mosaic-like blur, the identity of the figure was unmistakable.

“So, these are your memories now.”

It was a glimpse into the mortal life of the Nameless Sovereign.
These memories had surfaced as Theo’s soul continued to merge with his.

Theo found it astonishing that such vivid memories still lingered in someone who had lived for countless eons.

The Nameless Sovereign had not relied solely on his natural talent. He was a prodigy who combined his innate gifts with relentless, unyielding effort. His journey was one of carnage and strife, driven solely by the desire to grow stronger.

Watching this, Theo felt a strange kinship. The Nameless Sovereign’s path of cutting down countless strong opponents and monopolizing fortuitous opportunities mirrored his own in many ways.

It took less than ten years for the Nameless Sovereign to rise beyond the strongest of his era, earning the title of the greatest swordsman of all time. Yet, as he stood before throngs of cheering admirers, raising his sword to acknowledge their applause, his expression betrayed no sense of accomplishment.

The colors of what should have been the brightest moment in his life were muted, like an old, faded videotape.

It was as if the past had long since lost its meaning to him.

Despite reaching the pinnacle, the Nameless Sovereign found no satisfaction. His desolate life eventually changed, however—he found a new goal.

Sublimation.

He yearned to ascend to the divine pantheon.

The gods, recognizing his unparalleled resolve, quickly acknowledged him. He earned the right to step through the Sublimation Gate, just as Kyle Ragnar had before him.

This ultimate goal drove him to push himself further, traveling across continents in search of enlightenment. From scorching deserts to endless plains, from blizzard-ridden tundras to burning volcanic wastelands—no terrain was left unexplored.

Everywhere he went, legends arose. Myths formed, chronicling his exploits and victories.

All that remained was to accept sublimation and ascend to godhood.

But the Nameless Sovereign did not want to become just another deity. He imposed one final trial upon himself: to single-handedly hunt the kings of the Beastlands and bring his legend to a resounding conclusion.

Eventually, he reached the edge of the world—a barren land in the northernmost reaches, later known as the Beastlands.

Before embarking on his hunt, he rested in a cave within the Beastlands.

Inside, a faint breeze emanated from the depths of the cave.

Normally, he would have ignored it.
But this time, something compelled him to follow it—a strange, almost hypnotic pull.

Deeper within, he discovered an altar covered in gnarled tree roots, its surface worn with age. Atop the altar lay a wooden box, so fragile it seemed as though it might crumble at the slightest touch.

Though the scene reeked of danger, he opened the box without hesitation.

Inside was a book.

It looked pristine, out of place amidst the decay, yet it felt as though it had always belonged there. Without a second thought, he opened it.

The world around him exploded with color.

With each page he turned, his hands began to tremble. A maelstrom of emotions surged through him—rage, bloodlust, despair.

Theo could only wonder what expression lay hidden behind the mosaic blur of the Nameless Sovereign’s face.

The book fell from his hands, hitting the ground with a dull thud. It immediately burst into flames, disintegrating into ash.

“Ha… Hahaha… Hahahahaha!”

The Nameless Sovereign erupted into maniacal laughter.

At first, he thought it was a trap—some elaborate ploy to deceive him.

But as he recalled the contents of the book, everything he had experienced in his life began to align. The inexplicable mysteries, the awe-inspiring phenomena—it all made sense.

The conclusion was undeniable.

The world was fake.

“Even the gods above are nothing but clowns… What an absurd joke!”

The Nameless Sovereign's voice carried an overwhelming surge of magical power, his words pouring forth as if to curse the entire world.

Then, without hesitation, he obliterated the altar, leaving no trace behind, and turned away.

Why had this book come to him?
Was it fate, a destiny reserved for the strongest and most resolute?

He didn’t dwell on the question for long.
In the depths of despair, a new purpose began to form.

“What use are gods in a false world? I will erase every trace of your existence and reign as the One True God.”

From that moment onward, the Nameless Sovereign began his journey anew. He traveled across the world, destroying every remnant of miracles left behind by Yoo Tae-ho.

He scoured every corner, repeatedly circling the world to ensure nothing related to Yoo Tae-ho escaped his grasp. No matter how insignificant the trace, it was eradicated.

Once celebrated as a hero, or the greatest of all time, he became a harbinger of death, leaving destruction and infamy in his wake.

The brilliant golden light of sublimation that once shone upon him had darkened to an abyssal black. He became a living calamity, achieving yet another form of infamy.

Thus, the Nameless Sovereign was born.

As the tale ended, Theo's vision returned to the present, where the Nameless Sovereign stood. His gaze was fixed on the jewel in his hand, filled with disdain.

“This pathetic world, built entirely on lies, exists only because of this one ‘real’ narrative within this jewel. It is the root that sustains this farce of a world.”

The Nameless Sovereign turned his gaze upward, staring directly at the gods of the pantheon who were watching from above. His eyes gleamed with an ominous light as he tightened his grip on the jewel.

[“The fragments of Creator Yoo Tae-ho have begun synchronization.”]
[“Synchronization will require additional time.”]

The jewel and Theo’s life began to synchronize.
Just as the jewel absorbed Theo’s essence, the Nameless Sovereign was forcibly infused with the myths Theo had built throughout his life.

Despite this, the Nameless Sovereign’s expression didn’t change. There was no sign of agitation or emotion.

For someone who had lived countless eons, Theo’s brief life was but a fleeting moment.

“To think you’ve managed to reach this point in such a short time. I suppose it was worth nurturing you after all.”

He found himself slightly intrigued.
It had been so long since he felt this way—so long that he almost felt nostalgic.

For a fleeting moment, he even considered letting Theo’s growth continue just to see how far he could go.

But it was only a passing thought.

“A decent source of entertainment, nothing more.”

To the Nameless Sovereign, Theo was merely a distraction—something to be enjoyed for a time or discarded once the amusement faded.

[“The process is complete.”]

As the system message echoed, a faint smile appeared on the Nameless Sovereign’s lips. The overwhelming power within the jewel began to pour into Theo’s body.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The roar of Theo’s Triple Core resonated, growing louder and fiercer.

With the synchronization complete, Theo gained not only all the power he had accumulated but also the full extent of the Nameless Sovereign’s strength.

“The moment I have awaited for so long is finally here.”

As he spoke, his magic erupted like a physical force, dense enough to feel if touched. It split into countless streams, surging toward the jewel.

[“This item is indestructible.”]

The system detected the jewel being attacked and displayed a message.
It was as if mocking the futility of such efforts.

But the Nameless Sovereign acted as though the warning didn’t exist.

Rumble!

The surge of magic continued to pour into the jewel.
The sheer power of it was enough to obliterate anything else, but the jewel absorbed it all without resistance.

[“This item is indestructible.”]

The message reappeared repeatedly.

Still, the flow of magic didn’t stop. In fact, its density only increased, becoming even more concentrated.

Whiiiiiiiiiir!

The air around the jewel twisted violently as a storm of power raged.

And then, it happened.

Crack! Crackle!

The sound of something fracturing echoed. Cracks began to form beneath the Nameless Sovereign’s feet and spread outward, marring the surrounding scenery.

The mystical space that held them began to falter, unable to withstand his immense power.

The cracks expanded rapidly. When they finally connected—

Crash!

A deafening sound like shattering glass tore through the air.

The fragmented pieces of space scattered like shards of stained glass, each glowing in different colors, flying in all directions.

The Altar of Origins, which had endured until now, crumbled into ashes, vanishing completely.

Amid the dark void, the Nameless Sovereign stood with nothing beneath him, his eyes glinting with growing madness.

[“An attack exceeding the system’s power limits has been detected.”]

A faint smile played on his lips as he clasped the jewel in both hands.

[“A situation beyond system parameters has occurred.”]
[“Entering emergency low-power mode.”]
[“Options and effects classified as ‘miracles’ have been significantly reduced.”]
[“Self-repair program activated.”]

The system rapidly displayed messages.

The vast, pitch-black void shifted, glowing with a faint neon-red hue.

Shooooooom!

The deafening hum of energy began to die down, and the once-violent storm of power visibly weakened.

“This was all within my expectations.”

The Nameless Sovereign smiled coldly, straightening his posture.

His crimson eyes glowed ominously, brimming with sinister intent.

The moment he had long awaited had finally arrived.

It was time to reveal his true power.

[“Skill: Dragon Form has been activated.”]
[“Soul Venom has been activated.”]