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.

Dorian wiped his brow of sweat before downing a mana potion to replenish his reserves. 


Not far from him, the body of a large bird-type beast could be seen impaled on one of the large trees by a long spike of earth, blood dripping to the floor.


'Phew, that's number nine.' He thought proudly as from above, his seniors floated down and looked on with approval.


"Your control over earth magic has risen greatly since the last time I saw it. Very good." One fourth floor Instructor said while nodding, and Dorian felt his pride surge.


"Just this much isn't all that impressive. Either way, I'm well rested and any signs of burnout have receded. So let's proceed to the next target." He said and prepared to advance when...


The ground shuddered, and a large blast wave washed over the group, many subconsciously casting barriers to stop themselves from getting blown away.


Chapter 150 - The Hunt III