Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 401

The soft rustling of sand grains scraped against the ground.

A cool breeze clung to the earth, stretching over the overturned soil, where wisps of dust rose like weary sighs.

Saaa?

What was once a forest clearing no longer appeared desolate. A deep and vivid silence had settled over it.

A young man draped in a purple robe layered like flowing wind. A pair of bisected corpses lying at his sides, their bodies convulsing as they expelled torrents of crimson filth. A single sword embedded in the ground, exuding steam amidst the stench of blood…

The silence was deafening.

The residual force of his sword arts, which had once spread like translucent ripples, now scattered into fragments. Rays of sunlight, bent in countless directions, slowly flickered back into place.

About ten paces away from the carnage—

"……."

A youthful figure stood frozen, his arm still outstretched. He was Yeon So-ha, the youngest warrior to attain Blue Rank in Ipwang Fortress—until the arrival of Ma Gwang-ik, that is.

The symbol of the Shingeom Squad Leader, which Yeon So-ha had aspired to receive, had now landed upon another’s shoulders.

Under normal circumstances, such an event would have been of great significance.

But now, that was secondary. The overwhelming questions came first. Swallowing dryly, Yeon So-ha slowly opened his mouth.

“…I owe you my life. But may I ask who you are…?”

He had clearly seen the character ? (Wilderness) engraved on the intruder’s shoulder.

A tightly fitted black robe at the forearm. It was undoubtedly the uniform of Jin Myeong-jo, Grandmaster of the Blood Medicine Division—a temporary issue exchanged among warriors of equal rank during missions.

But he had never seen this man before.

While internal affairs at the fortress often changed unexpectedly, it was unheard of for a newly appointed Black Rank to display such overwhelming force.

‘This is the battlefield of the Purples…’

Yeon So-ha locked eyes with the young man.

For a fleeting moment, he swallowed the curse that almost escaped his throat. The man’s face was like a mirror image of Ban-ak’s.

Crack—

The sword embedded in the parched earth let out a sharp noise, causing small fissures to form around it. Then, as if answering its master’s call, it lifted itself into the air and returned to his grasp.

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