Chapter 1592: Legacy
Chapter 1592: Legacy
Sam looked at the large lump of shadow elemental energy in front of him with confused eyes.
The cube still stayed in his hand and now there is no resistance to his observation ability now.
The cube is obviously hollow. The space inside, where the lump used to be is currently empty. And now that the cube is devoid of that energy, it is not glowing at all.
It looked like it was made of stone. A plain old stone. He tried to inject the energy to activate the cube, but it didn't work. The mechanism is in such a way that, it could only be activated from the inside.
He was really interested in the cube. But the full examination had to wait because he has to focus on this lump of energy.
At this moment, an old man came back with the glass cube and the lump finally reacted.
It started glowing with black light. The glass cube in the demon soul's swordsman's hand also started glowing and the cube that looked transparent without anything inside contained something.
It is a while glowing orb.
It opened up and the orb rapidly flashed towards the black lump. Both of them are two flexible masses of energy, at least felt like two flexible masses of energy merged together.
Everyone in the room was surprised and only after a few seconds, did both of those energies completely merged together to reveal a small humanoid figure.
Sam looked at that figure and felt like he saw him somewhere. But he couldn't put a finger on it.
"Hello, you must be the person that unlocked me from the Shadow cube.
Let me do some introductions.
I am Prakthas. You might not have heard of it, as it is not that popular. I was quite well known for som other name and its Demon Shadow swordsman.
I don't know how long has it been since I died.
I might not have enough energy to sustain this projection for a long time. So, I will just go straight to the point.
Congratulations. You have finally and completely inherited my legacy. When I learned that I was dying slowly but surely, I wanted to leave my legacy behind. But I also wanted to make sure that someone worthy of it came to pick it up.
I might sound narcissistic, but I believe in my legacy and love it way too much to leave it in the hands of some talentless prick, who lacks character and perseverance. So, I made an almost impossible puzzle to solve.
Unless they completely solve it, they won't be able to get the full legacy. The people who only know how to endure something that they can't solve. They can only get my swordsmanship.
Their will and grit to endure will be very useful for training and honing their swordsmanship.
But there is another part of the legacy, which is not exactly known to the world. The legacy of my creations. I am no artisan, but that didn't stop me from making things I wanted.
Just from the looks of the cube you just solved, you should be able to understand what I mean.
After inheriting my complete legacy, grow it, learn it, and play with it.
You can do whatever you want with it. If you are an assassin, use my skills to kill people. If you are a builder or a creator, make iterations over and over again. Throw my concepts into the trash if you think they are not suitable now or in the future.
Work with them, develop them, improve them, disprove them. My legacy doesn't consist of massive riches, it doesn't have highly valuable techniques, and there are no treasures and weapons. All I have is the knowledge I gained over the years, an experience that I acquired by conducting various experiments, and the results that I gained along with it.
Even though I was never really popular for these things as my battle prowess overshadowed everything else that I had, this is what I was most proud of.
This is the quality of mine that I loved and admired. The greatest skill in swordsman and the greatest sword under heaven could never compare to this.
I hope it will be useful to you and you will pass it on to someone else who is as worthy as you.
Thank you in advance."
The fragment acted like it was a prerecorded message. There was no conversation. It was just a one-sided talk and it turned into a flash of light before it entered Sam's forehead.
The orb and the lump both disappeared into thin air as if they never existed.
The cube was still there though.
Sam who felt the soul fragment entering his head, suddenly felt a sharp pain shooting down his head, and with all the stress he went through in the past few days, he couldn't help but faint on the spot.
The beasts that were standing there suddenly got riled up as they all reached Sam. All of them trying to see if he is okay.
Demon soul swordsman walked forward and the beasts reluctantly had to give way for him.
"Don't worry. He is alright. He is just tired. He will be fine after he wakes up."
The beasts acknowledged him slightly as he carried Sam into the estate and let him lay down on a bed and sleep.
He came out with a smile on his face. Gail could literally see tears welling up in the old man's eyes.
"Is that the fragment of Demon shadow swordsman? Is that real?"
"As real as it can be. Right before he died, he made me cut his soul. First, his soul fragment that has all of the swordsman and battle experiences. The second one is the research he did with the shadow element.
The cube was made by the shadow elemental research he had done over decades. It was almost impossible to solve. But Sam did it.
I have been trying to find a successor for him and almost gave up. After so many years, I decided that it is better to just pass on his swordsmanship which was in the glass cube to someone.
I tested many people, but not a single one of them managed to endure this for three days. Much less solve it.
But Sam did.
He endured it and solved it. That is really unexpected. Even for me.
But I am glad that his legacy is being passed over. All this while, even the prick that betrayed us managed to pass down his legacy, while my friend didn't get to do so. Now it is fulfilled. I am just way too happy right now."
The old man almost started crying.
Gail and the other two didn't know what to say. They just left the old man to be alone.
That night, Sam slept like a baby. He didn't wake up until the next day.
He groggily walked out of the room and the beasts that are waiting for him finally felt relieved. Sam sent them back into the divine dimension after playing with them and went to meet the old man.
"You are awake. Finally. How are you feeling?"
"Still a bit fatigued. But I think I am fine. Where are the other three?"
"They went out for a while. They will be back in a few minutes."
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Your friend is indeed a genius. To create such a thing is no small feat and to think that all of this went away unnoticed by anyone. What a shame."
"I also feel the same, but he didn't feel that way. He just did the research for his own personal pleasure. He did wish that someone acknowledged it, but his swordsmanship is just way too good. It cannot be overshadowed by anything.
And his battle prowess is something that people could only dream of."
"Is he really that good?"
"You got his experiences, why don't you take a look at them?"
"I want to know your opinion."
"For me, his battling looked like a dance. It was fluid, appeared right in front of the eyes, but was intangible. It couldn't be caught, held, or imprisoned. It could be manipulated into anything and everything.
It is more fluid than water itself.
There are not many things I envy. But his swordsmanship is something that even brings me some envy.
That is why the shadow sword has such a stubborn spirit. Its compatibility with the demon shadow swordsman is otherworldly.
It never believed that there would be another swordsman that could match Prakth in versatility and strength.
And in a way it is right. Even if someone could reach his level, there is no way they could be a match for what he already accomplished.
It is one of a kind, there is never going to be a second.
At least that is my thought until now. But since you managed to impress both the sword and the swordsman, maybe, just maybe you might have a tiny chance of doing this.