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- All of it was due to the Sanctuary of Hierarchy Reversal—the order imposed by a dungeon that once worshiped an ancient evil god.
- ‘Then is the order of a mere dungeon greater than the sword I spent my life forging?’
- He could not accept that.
- Even if it were true, he would never acknowledge it.
- If such an order existed, then he would reject it.
- ‘…My swordsmanship was created to cut the heavens.’
- At that moment, a ray of light appeared at the end of the endless dark tunnel.
- ‘Ah.’
- To cut the heavens—
- to cut what exists yet does not exist.
- “Heh…”
- The Heavenly Sword let out a dry laugh.
- He had already reached Level 7 and obtained a world where he swung a sword that could not be seen or held—
- One Sword, All Things Severed — The Single Realm, a realm where all surrounding things were treated as blades.
- ‘I have already been wielding the unseen. What reason is there that I cannot cut the unseen?’
- The Heavenly Sword slowly extended his hand.
- His trembling fingers had reached their limit, holding not even a sword.
- But that didn’t matter.
- What he wished to grasp, what he wished to cut, did not need to be visible.
- “Be cut.”
- Slash!
- Along with a light slicing sound audible only to his own ears—
- the order that had confined him was severed.
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