Deus Necros

Ludwig didn’t hesitate. “Accept!” he said firmly.

The moment the words left his lips, he felt a sudden, profound change in his body. The knowledge from the book he had read seemed to solidify as if the techniques and principles were now etched into his very being. A flood of information surged through his mind, and he could feel the raw, unrelenting power of the Tyrant Blade Technique taking root within him.

[You have learned, Tyrant Blade Technique!]

[Your current class {Skeleton Grunt} is incompatible with [Tyrant Blade Technique].]

[You have a pending [Eternal Quest] related to your future class. Class change to Swordmaster has been canceled.]

[Tyrant Blade Technique efficiency will be reduced due to lack of an appropriate Class.]

WARNING! Several Skills of the Tyrant Blade cannot be learned due to the emotional imbalance of the user! Only 3 skills are available right now!]

[You have learned, {Rampaging Tempo}-Passive-]

❖ Each time you land a strike with a weapon in your right hand, the speed and power of the blow will increase by 1%.

❖ Upon failing to connect a strike to your target, the damage counter will be reset to 0.

[You have unlocked, Summersault Slam.]

❖ Spin forward in a summersault, causing 300% of your weapon’s damage upon impact and in one-meter diameter around your landing zone. This can be used three consecutive times. The damage will be multiplied with each successful slam, up to 900% of your weapon’s damage.

❖ Upon failing or missing, no consecutive slams will be available.

[You have unlocked, Steadfast Leap.]

❖ Leap forward a great distance, causing an explosive amount of damage equivalent to 120% of your weapon’s damage in a one-meter radius around your landing spot.

[Due to a lack of understanding, several moves of the Tyrant Blade Technique are currently unavailable.]

Ludwig felt the weight of the new techniques settling into his body, but without a proper weapon, the skills felt just out of reach.

“Ludwig?” Joana’s voice broke through his thoughts.

He turned to see her looking at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion. “Yes?” he asked.

“Did you just have an Enlightenment?” she asked, her tone tinged with awe.

“Enlightenment? What’s that?” Ludwig replied, genuinely puzzled.

“Your eyes,” Joana said, her gaze sharp. “Just now, they looked like you were grasping knowledge from the world itself. We call that Enlightenment. Did you uncover something?”

Ludwig paused, realizing that the system’s way of imparting knowledge must have resembled what they called Enlightenment. “Something like that,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But I don’t have a proper weapon to test it.”

Joana didn’t hesitate. She handed him her own sword, her expression eager. “Here. Try it. Show me what you’ve learned.”

[You have obtained, The Gelder Blade.]1

Ludwig’s eyes twitched at the name. What the hell kind of name is that? he thought, though he kept his reaction to himself. He gripped the sword, feeling its weight and balance. It was a fine weapon, but the name still made him cringe internally.

“It’s nothing much,” Ludwig said, trying to downplay his excitement. “I think… two moves.” He turned to the arena, focusing on the first technique he had unlocked.

[Steadfast Leap.]

Ludwig’s body surged forward, covering a distance of about ten meters in an instant. He landed with a powerful slam, the force of the impact cratering the arena floor. Dust and debris scattered in all directions as the ground trembled beneath him.

Joana clapped her hands, clearly impressed. “Wow,” she said, her voice filled with admiration. “That looks like an amazing gap closer. I noticed that your feet didn’t even flex that hard to make that sort of leap.”

“Yeah,” Ludwig said, equally surprised by the distance he had covered. He hadn’t expected the technique to be so effective.

“Show me the other move,” Joana urged, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Ludwig nodded, focusing on the second technique.

[Summersault Slam.]

He leapt into the air, his body spinning forward in a summersault before slamming the sword down with devastating force. The impact was far greater than the Steadfast Leap, shattering the ground in front of him and sending shards of rock and debris flying in all directions.

Joana whistled, clearly impressed. “Not bad, not bad. these skills do fit the name Tyrant Blade. “

Ludwig frowned slightly, feeling the weight of the technique’s limitations. “I feel like this style is a bit too dangerous,” he admitted.

“It has to be,” Joana said with a grin. “After all, whoever gets hit by that, I doubt they’ll be able to block it. But if they do… or dodge it…” Her grin widened.

“Then I’m in a world of hurt,” Ludwig finished, understanding the risk.

“Exactly,” Joana said, her tone serious now. “That’s why the Tyrant Style is avoided by most people. You can’t mess up. It’s very good against mobs and creatures—dumb things, basically. But if you’re facing a strong and powerful Swordmaster, you’ll get your head chopped off if you make a mistake.”

Ludwig nodded, absorbing her words. “I see.”

“Still,” Joana continued, her tone softening, “these are your style’s abilities. You need to learn the move set, the attack patterns, and the way to handle your sword from the manual. Using these abilities should come as a last resort. Your leap can be used to close a gap or escape, and the slam should be reserved to finish off an opponent. Keep learning, and you’ll probably uncover more of this manual’s secrets.”

She handed the manual back to Ludwig, her expression thoughtful. “Don’t you want to learn or at least use some of this knowledge?” Ludwig asked, surprised by her willingness to part with such a valuable resource.

Joana shook her head. “You can’t overfill a full cup. It will only hamper my own progress. I’m satisfied with my own style, and I wouldn’t want to share this with someone else. Keep stuff like this unique to you. I’d even recommend that you burn this after you’re done with it and have learned it. Only pass it down if you ever get a disciple later on.”

Ludwig’s eyes widened. “It’s that special?”

“Yes,” Joana said, her tone firm. “That special. Regardless, I’ll need to keep this one on me,” she added, holding up the first manual. “I know a person who can use this Gentle Style. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Ludwig said, shaking his head. it was a style like she said incompatible with him. It required Too much thinking, Ludwig was all about the Bonk.

“Compared to the one you have, this one is far below it in terms of quality, but it’s still decent and unique enough for people to spend a serious fortune to obtain it,” Joana explained. “Regardless, I’m not selling it. I’m only imparting some of its knowledge to a promising young swordsman I know.”

“That’s fine,” Ludwig said, already engrossed in reading the manual again. The move sets and techniques fascinated him, and he could feel his understanding deepening with each page.

Joana smiled as she watched him, her expression a mix of pride and wistfulness. She didn’t want to interrupt his focus or risk ruining another potential Enlightenment. Quietly, she turned and left, leaving Ludwig to his training.

As Ludwig practiced, the weight of the Tyrant Blade Technique settled into his bones. He could feel the raw power of the style, but he also understood its risks. This was a path of no return—a style that demanded everything from its wielder, be it flesh or bone. And Ludwig was ready to give it.

(If u know what gilding is then its fine, if you don’t I’d recommend you google it… or maybe not)