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.

For a few seconds, no one knew how to react. Even the spectators, Mia and Mary, showed slight reactions. Mia's gaze turned a bit deep, and Mary's brows furrowed slightly. 


Thinking about it now, no one had ever seen Xander speak about his vulnerabilities so plainly. He was always so confident. So calculative.


Even when he used silence as a form of grieving, when he met the representatives of the different Factions wanting to recruit/suppress them, he immediately took charge and handled the matter efficiently.


He always thought about matters in unique ways, and his talent with the sword was utterly obscene. Yet this trait that caused him to be no different from a hot potato in the kingdom was the very thing he seemed to see as a fundamental moral failure.


Chapter 122 - You Don't Get To Don't That