The Villain's Story Chapter [322] The Saints Of Sword And Spear.

Chapter [322] The Saints Of Sword And Spear.

Arken sat on a rock and gazed at the tumultuous skies of the demonic continent with a stiff face, His Berserker sword lay embedded in the ground beside him. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Are you okay?"

He heard the voice of his old friend from behind. Oliver approached him and Arken made s.p.a.ce so Oliver could sit down as well.

"I'm a Hypocrite, aren't I?"

However, instead of answering Oliver's question he instead asked another question.

Oliver became silent. Not Knowing how to answer.

"I said those things acting like a righteous man, but those words of mine were just hypocrisy."

Arken belittled himself. Oliver, however, had another idea.

"Maybe if it was the old you."

Yes, maybe if it was the old arken, The words would have been hypocrisy. But…

"It wasn't the old you now, So no. What you said there was no hypocrisy."

Arken laughed dryly. He gazed at the thunderbolts dancing in the corrupted skies as he lay down on the rock.

"Isn't Hypocrisy the act of going against one's words?"

Asked Arken.

"Yes, But are you doing that now? You've upheld those morals for a long time. You have changed."

They both laughed, sharing knowledge once again, even in their old age.

"Do you think I'm doing okay in training them?"

Suddenly, Arken asked for Oliver's Opinion on his methods. Oliver had taken disciples before, Harrison, Elena, and…Morgana. He should know more about teaching students. Unlike Arken who had no experience in this.

"Much better than me when I started."

"Oh? What's this? I'm better than you at something besides fighting. Nice."

Chuckled Arken, enjoying this small victory of his.

"You should come back after a while."

Oliver bade farewell, returning to the cave.

As soon as he disappeared though, the smile on Arken's face vanished. He sighed as he stood up and picked up his sword.

"Hah…I don't know how to do this… Maybe If I wasn't a stuck-up idiot in the past I would know how to…"

Hah…Stuck up, idiot.

He truly was a stubborn and arrogant piece of s.h.i.t in the past. He regretted his past actions deeply. In the past Arken was someone who didnt give a s.h.i.t basically. And Killed anyone who was against him.

An Idiot.

But, that idiot changed into someone mature.

And who was responsible for changing that idiot?

It was of course his brothers in arms, Oliver olsfer…And Hiroto Mitsuki. The sage and Spear saint.

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[Past. Young Arken.]

On a battlefield filled with the corpses of monsters, demons, and humans, there was a mountain.

It was no ordinary mountain, it was a mountain made of corpses. The corpses of numerous demons and demonic humans. And on top of this mountain was a young man with silver hair and golden eyes, holding a truly ginormous sword.

This young man, was Arken Miller, the future sword saint but current b.l.o.o.d.y Berserker.

He had been sent to this demonic base along with reinforcements to destroy it.

But the thing was…The reinforcements had not arrived yet. He singlehandedly took care of them all.

Alone, solo. One would find it hard to understand the significance and difficulty of this with words.

Arken, covered in blood that was not his own, rested peacefully at the top of his creation.

Arken, in his younger years, was known as the b.l.o.o.d.y BERSERKER. Someone who was ruthless and killed anyone, anyone who dared to oppose him. That was why he was so feared, but that was also why he had so many enemies. He was a lone wolf, who had no allies…but many enemies.

The only ally he could say to have would be the World government…but even among them, he had a lot of enemies. Those enemies of his had also sent him here to die. That was the reason he didnt wait for reinforcement and destroyed the base himself. Now, he was patiently waiting for those reinforcements.

And fortunately for him, he didnt have to wait long.

"d.a.m.n, you are good."

He heard a voice from behind, and without wasting a single moment he launched himself at the origin of the voice with his ginormous blade.

*CLANG*

To his surprise, his attack with his huge blade was easily blocked by the 'Reinforcements.'

A Fairly handsome man of Asian descent, with luscious black hair and eyes, blocked his attack with a strange spear, that spear was the Ame-No-Sakahoko.

"Wow, your wielding that heavy thing with one hand!"

Hiroto Mitsuki, the man who was hailed the spear saint in the future, and Arken Miller, the future Sword Saint. Met for the first time.

And a Battle ensued.

*CRACKLE*

Like a bolt of lightning, Arken appeared behind Hiroto and slashed downwards his sword, Hiroto dodged it and frantically said.

"Hey! I'm your ally! The reinforc-!!!"

Arken ignored him and attacked again, Hiroto barely managed to block with the Ame No sakahoko.

"Demon, You have demonic blood inside you."

Arken said, He noticed it when he used his skill on Hiroto but he sensed that Hiroto was a mixed breed.

"Well… that was harsh."

Hiroto commented.

"Die."

Arken unleashed a flurry of attacks at Hiroto, his huge blade was enough to cause serious damage even if it grazed Hiroto. That was how dangerous it was.

But, Hiroto treated these attacks calmly and used nimble footwork to dodge everything.

"URGH!"

Arken was now getting annoyed, this demonic human opponent of his was playing around with him.

'Let's see if you can continue to do it after this!'

He thought as he inputted all his mana into his sword. Lightning raged around Arken as Hiroto noticed that things were gonna get messy.

Arken held his sword high up, And just as he was about to swing downwards with his strongest move.

Hiroto, to his shock, stepped forward into his attack's direct range.

'IDIOT!'

It was over now! Hiroto will die and Arken will win.

But then, Hiroto got to the ground and Sweeped Arken. Arken wondered for a while why he was falling but his face ultimately hit the ground. His Spear struck his sword and Arken's berserker blade shattered into pieces.

Ah…Im dead.

Arken had this thought…But instead of the spear penetrating his body, Hiroto extended his hand with a smile.

"Come on, Get up."