The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

“Cough… Cough! Gag!” Treve kept coughing up blood, and his body was beyond wrecked, but he couldn’t die now.

Treve had a clear goal in life: to receive orders and execute them. For someone like him, who had received orders ever since he could understand them, he never found it worthwhile to consider alternatives.

However, he didn’t feel good at all for some reason; he didn’t desperately hold onto this job, even killing his partner along the way, to feel like this.

“Why aren’t you doing anything?”

Treve thought Davey, who was reduced into powder by Shandra’s breath, was dead for sure. He stared at Rinne, who was strangely still. Considering her temper, it wouldn’t be weird for her to run wild this instant.

“Sir Davey isn’t dead.” Rinne, who was staring into space, stood still.

“Your master is dead. He turned to powder from the breath.”

“Rinne is sure that Sir Davey is not dead.”

“You are not going to kill me?”

“That is for Sir Davey to do. Rinne thinks that arrogation is something to be avoided.”

“…”

‘How is he going to kill me when he’s already dead? Does she simply not want to accept the fact that he is dead?’ A little confused, Treve took control of Shandra, who was trying to go crazy, and moved it around again. ‘All the obstacles are now taken care of.’

The only thing left for Treve to do was create a strong and durable leash that could control Shandra, even if it killed him; he couldn’t die before accomplishing that.

It was difficult to calm down Shandra, who was furious at the unexpected resistance, but Treve successfully subdued it without too much difficulty. Perhaps it was thanks to the repeated brainwashing.

Since Shandra was monstrously powerful, its right foot and shoulder that Davey had pierced through were already growing back.

“It’s a worthless death after all,” Treve mumbled, then walked past Rinne to follow Shandra. Even then, Rinne did not stop him, but just stared at where Davey had disappeared calmly.

* * *

The breath left traces of white frost everywhere. The chill was so severe that no living thing would survive it, and it made one’s skin sting just from coming too close. However, Rinne waited silently in the trace of the breath like it was nothing. Perhaps it was because she was a biological golem, or it was because she was a White Wing.

There were no evil beasts that would be brave enough to come here after a transcendental being had fought here. As a result, this place had become so quiet that one could probably hear an ant crawl.

To Rinne, the way to control Shandra or the knight order’s goal was not important; she did nothing but wait. She certainly prioritized her master over some little promise like a test.

Whoosh… After ten minutes of silence had passed, Rinne slowly got up. She found a light shining from where Davey had disappeared.

“Thinks very highly of Sir Davey’s survival abilities. Furthermore, Rinne is thinking that Sir Davey has changed completely. Is maintaining a large storage of power. At least ten times more than before; unable to detect anything higher than that.” Rinne didn’t hear a response, but she had a face of satisfaction.

Whoosh!!!! It made sense that Rinne looked satisfied because the empty space, which only had the two swords that Davey had left behind, began to ripple and gather light particles. Those light particles flickered like small flames that had fallen out of a fire pit and created a human.

The human was about 180 centimeters tall, and one could tell it was a muscular man. The familiar human slowly materialized into his natural form without any clothing. It was Davey. The left arm he had lost while fighting Shandra Minea had also come back with no problem.

It was so quiet even though a whirlwind of incredible power had swept over this place.

Rinne just waited for Davey, who was as quiet as the eye of a hurricane, to open his eyes. Only when his body was done forming did she make a comment. “Rinne thinks that Sir Davey’s body is very fit.”

“That’s sexual harassment,” Davey mumbled with a grin as he opened his eyes. “It’s a relief that I metamorphed before I got any older. Don’t you think it would be a problem if I got older and I stayed that way for the rest of my life?”

More than that, Davey felt quite sad that he was now free from the vigorous bowel activity that he had been forcibly suppressing.

“Analyzing that nothing changed even with a different appearance. Unclear. Furthermore, reporting that, in your knowledge, there’s a good image of being a handsome middle-aged man.” Rinne then silently pointed toward Davey’s testicles. “Rinne thinks highly of Sir Davey’s confidence, but thinks very lowly of him showing all of it.”

“What?”

“Rinne detecting the inflow of a very harmful virus. Requiring an immediate formatting.” Not only did Rinne close her eyes tightly, but she also used both hands to shield her vision.

Davey, who looked a little baffled by Rinne’s calm complaints, swung his fist in the air. Boom!! At the same time, the empty space shattered and cracked.

This magic spell that rearranged space was something that 6th circle mages, who were the equivalent of Swordmasters, couldn’t even mimic: the [Space Pocket], a 7th circle space magic that opened the Pocket Plane. This was a spell that most archmages in the continent couldn’t use; the fact that Davey was able to cast it without difficulty showed that he had achieved most of what he wanted.

Then, Davey reached into the pocket and pulled out a set of black everyday clothes. He said, “Huh, the Pocket Plane I made before opens here, too. My expansion pouch vanished into thin air. What would I have done if this didn’t open either?”

Davey threw on an expensive-looking robe with a playful smile, and pulled out a small vial with a shining substance and drank it. Then, he chuckled and spoke into the air like he was talking to someone else, “Oh, this? The Elixir (The Teardrop of God).”

* * *

Unlike how Davey was returning to perfect condition from drinking the Elixir, which had only a few drops of it left in the vial, his heart was worsening. He thought, ‘Damn, I went through so much to get that Elixir…’

-E… Elixir? What is…

“It was a gift.”

There wasn’t a lot of stuff in Davey’s Pocket Plane, but there were a few good things in there. Even the everyday clothing he pulled out looked ordinary…but was an extremely luxurious piece of clothing with hundreds of layers of magic spells on it.

“Now, should I test it out?”

As Davey familiarly ripped the end of his sleeve, part of the clothing that had ripped turned into particles and stuck back onto the sleeve to return to its original state. It was something like shape memory cloth, a regenerating cloth that was extremely rare. When the cloth was ripped, the torn part would disintegrate, return to its original place, and then materialize again.

Davey knew how complex this piece of work was, since almost 70% more magic circles had been added for this function. There were many heroes in the Hall, and Davey was able to create something by retracing their memories. However, if it wasn’t a material that had been made by putting in a lot of time, like the ancient dragon bones that he had worked with before, most things would not stay in the Pocket Plane.

“Oh, it’s here.”

“Rinne cannot analyze the metal components of the weapon. Requiring new information.”

“Longinus, the divine spear. It’s made of helixium steel.” Davey giggled and pulled out an object that was wrapped in cloth from the Pocket Plane. Then, he chuckled as he stared at something that he had missed from not seeing it for a long time.

This was a gift that Surtr, Davey’s blacksmith teacher, had gifted Emperor Astrea, the conquering king of the Bord continent; it was given to Davey afterwards, and it was one of the only things he could keep in his Pocket Plane.

Astrea’s specialty was spearmanship; from long spears to short, he was a Grand Spearmaster who had reached a transcendental level, and this sword was his favorite postpartum weapon. Now, it was Davey’s weapon. Unfortunately, it didn’t have an ego like Caldeiras, Surtr’s divine sword, or Red and Blue Ribbon finished by Davey. Still, the metal making up this spear was no joke.

Helixium steel had five times the mana conductivity rate of orichalcum, the material called the ‘metal of God’, and its elasticity was similar to refined adamantium. Simply put, this was a damn heavy and durable spear that was stupidly good at taking in mana. Of course, this simple spear had undergone some remodeling since Davey got his hands on it.

-It looks like a cross.

This spear, which had a cross-shaped blade, could be used for spearmanship, but there was nothing better than this for bringing out holy power.

“We’ll see the rest later. We have to first finish what we started.”

Now that Davey had concluded his business here, he had to finish what he had been putting off for so long.

Davey put Blue Ribbon, which had fainted from using a large amount of holy power, and stored it in the Pocket Plane. Then, he used his power on Longinus.

Bleep!

Name: Divine Spear Longinus.

State: Awakened.

Form: Transformation spear that can remember certain shapes.

Length: Two meters and ten centimeters.

Weight: Eighty kilograms.

Current form: Cross.

Material: 100% helixium steel.

Notes: A weapon that the God of Blacksmiths had made for five hundred years for his friend; afterwards, Davey, the student of the ‘Thousand-day Blacksmith’, successfully improved it; no ego; remembers three forms: first, the divine cross, second, the spear form, and the third, blue dragon scimitar. Has the characteristic of ‘Forever Unbreaking’ (Never breaks); over five times better at conducting energy than orichalcum; each form has unique abilities.

This was Davey’s first time looking into it in such detail, but now he could see that Astrea had passed on something incredible to him.

-You have another weapon besides that?