Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Win Over Magic with Muscles (4)

An idea immediately came into Ryu Han-bin’s mind after finding Artis trustworthy.

“If I sell my items under his name, it will make my life a lot easier.”

As a level 5 Swordsman, he couldn’t just sell all the Devil’s Spirit Stones and magical tools he had looted without raising suspicions. However, if he sold them using the name of the Level 36 Mage Artis, there wouldn’t be any problem.

“The process would be a lot safer.”

Even if he went to another city, he would still need to consistently act like a normal hunter. It would be more believable to hide behind Artis, just like when he hid behind Buckman earlier. It wasn’t a bad proposition for the mage either.

“You are a hunter too. I’ll be able to help you.”

The level 72 Lich was honestly easy to deal with.

“I am definitely not one of the weaklings in this world.”

Artis laughed.

“What are you even talking about…”

Ryu Han-bin was the strongest among the people Artis had ever seen. No, he was the strongest of all the creatures Artis had seen in his life. When a dragon laid an egg, it left. It wasn’t part of a Dragon’s instinct to raise their children. Not even Artis had met his parents before.

He had never met any of his kin. He didn’t find any when he lived in the wastelands like a beast, or even during the times after learning the “Dragon-Human Morphing Ability” from his natural bloodline magic after raising his intelligence.

It left him unsure as to who’s stronger between Ryu Han-bin or a fully grown dragon, but he didn’t doubt the Earthling’s immense power.

‘Even though his strength is absurdly unbalanced.’

Artis had no reason to reject Han-bin’s proposal. They both lived among humans, with their identities hidden. He didn’t keep a cold mien or acted all high and mighty for no reason. It was his way of keeping people away to prevent them from discovering his identity due to his own recklessness.

If he were with Ryu Han-bin, he wouldn’t need to hide his identity.

“I agree. It’s hard for me to find someone as strong as you to become my subordinate.”

They reached an accord.

Artis reached out his hand to initiate a handshake.

“I look forward to our partnership.”

Han-bin shook his hands with a bright smile.

“Me too, Artis.”

* * *

His real name was Artis Amphiter Ragnawalker. Originating from the Dragon language, it was the name that was engraved into the egg’s soul.

“I don’t need to hide my name since humans don’t find it strange. You can continue calling me Artis.”

The Swordsman also introduced himself properly.

“Your real name is Ryu Han-bin? Is Ryu your last name?”

Looking back at the woman called Leslie, Richard asked, “Is there any way to defeat the Lich without using Latna’s four powers?”

“It’s not like there isn’t.”

She shrugged.

“If someone used force that surpassed the four powers, wouldn’t it be possible to kill the Lich like putting it in a huge hydraulic press and pressing it hard to make it powder?”

Richard frowned, “Is there someone strong enough to do that in this world?”

A man around the same age as Richard appeared behind a tree. He had jet-black hair, wore light-gold armor, and carried a set of twin blades.

“There aren’t many creatures that have that level of power.”

Richard turned towards the man.

“Did you find something, Alejandro?”

He raised his finger.

There was a dark fluid on his fingertips.

“Dragon Blood. I can’t get any other, though, since three days had already passed.”

“A dragon?”

Certainly, if it were a Dragon that had been over 500 years old, it would be possible to crush a Lich with pure physical power.

Nevertheless, Richard raised an even more mysterious question.

“All of Latna’s Dragons belong to ‘Upper Draconium,’ right? Why did the Dragon attack us, their allies?”

“Maybe there is a traitor.”

If so, it was impossible to ignore.

Alejandro asked Richard, “Should I track, scout, and get rid of it?”

“Will you be okay alone? It wouldn’t be easy if you’re up against a Dragon powerful enough to harm Shin Ha-joon.”

“No problem. I have this.”

He pointed at his necklace. Richard looked relaxed.

“Oh, yeah, well.”

“Then let’s start right away. As luck would have it, I found something useful while chasing after Shin Ha-joon.”

Alejandro snapped his fingers.

A creature soon flew from the other side of the forest and landed on the vacant lot.

It was a large Wyvern with thick shackles around its neck and a gagged mouth.

Leslie looked surprised.

“A Wyvern? And it’s well-trained too?”

“Is it a valuable item? I accidentally found it in this forest.”

Alejandro beckoned.

“Bow your head.”

The Wyvern obeyed meekly.

The Wyvern could only weep as it bowed its head even though it didn’t want to. Due to the magic gag and shackles, if it resisted, it would lose its life. It cried softly as it allowed the middle-aged man to ride behind its back.

‘Hiiiirgg…….’

It hadn’t been that long since it survived an Alien’s beating, yet it was already in trouble due to another Alien.

With a kick at its side, Alejandro ordered the Wyvern.

“Fly!”

Effir, the Wyvern, sighed deeply as it flapped its wings hard.

‘Oh, my fate…….’