Xander was hailed as The Swordmaster on earth. When it came to blades, he held no equal. It didn't mater what category or how experienced his opponent was. He was just better, and none could deny it.

Yet all it took was a bullet to end his life.

All that hard work, all that talent. All of it gone because of an idiot with a gun.

So Xander was naturally indignant against the reality of it. What was the point, then? What was the purpose of achieving such mastery if his life could be snuffed out so easily? His final thoughts were filled with resentment and regret.

And so he closed his eyes.

Only to reopen them again. But not in a hospital. But in an entirely new world, filled with magic and mages. Xander thought that in a place like this, his dream of making swordplay relevant would be possible. But he was dismayed to learn that not only had the body he transmigrated to been incredibly weak and untalented, but the act of swordfighting was heavily looked down upon. Made obsolete by mages who chanted powerful spells and unleashed them from a distance

Yet on the verge of losing hope, he discovered something. This world, it's understanding of swordfighting wasn't just rudimentary. It was PATHETIC!

Elite knights only knew how to swing harder and faster! There was no technique! No order!

Offended, Xander made to use a blade. Even if the path was dead, he would not allow something so sacred to him be insulted so thoroughly.

However, in the throes of his swordplay, he made a discovery, one that would shake the very foundations of the world as everyone knew it.

Swordfighting wasn't obsolete. No, it was simply unexplored! 

And Xander, with his adequate knowledge on how to wield a blade realized...

"The usage of swords with proper technique, is a form of magic in itself."

And so begins the story of a man who decided to turn the entire world of magic on its head, with a Blade.

Aubrey stared at the tip of the bladed limbs that was just centimeters away from her forehead, blood dripping from it and to the floor.


She looked up, and a broad back was reflected in her eyes. For a moment, her brain went blank, and she could only subconsciously. 


Standing in front of her, the captain had taken the ant's attack in her place. The bladed limbs treating his armor like paper and passing straight through his chest.


He coughed and held unto the limb, blood leaking from the corner of his lip.


'It tore a chunk of my heart of... I'm not surviving this.' That was the first thought that went through his mind when he inspected his condition. 


Indeed, the limb had stabbed through a sizeable portion of his heart, and he could already feel himself slipping away. He had some seconds at best. 


Receiving a lethal wound and knowing that you were going to die shortly was... daunting, to say the least.


Chapter 87 - Chaos III