Everyone dies, and the impact of their death, whether significant or minor, depends on their standing in the hearts of others and the influence they wielded.

Marvin was old, and those who could truly grieve his passing had long since departed.

His singular focus on youthful dreams and his reclusive nature meant he had no children and no true friends.

Therefore, while his death had some impact on the Training Camp, it was a relatively insignificant matter for the entire Glenbagen Family.

At least, it was trivial compared to the succession rights to the peerage.

Consequently, once it was confirmed that Marvin's death could trigger greater conflicts, the truth of the matter became less important.

Of course, even though there was an implicit intention to close the case, certain investigations still had to be conducted, and they had to be sufficiently grand and thorough.

At least, on the surface, there had to be enough formality.

This was about showing attitude.

Only by doing so would the hearts of other family members, especially those on the periphery, not be chilled.

As for the actual truth, that would depend on what was ultimately uncovered through the highly publicized investigation.

However, this had little to do with Liens on the other side.

"It's just after dawn. Instead of continuing to daze and wait for news, you might as well catch up on sleep… I'm going to sleep now, do you want to?"

Liens suggested to Ben.

After waking Ben and explaining the situation, Liens also didn't want to waste time lingering in the dormitory.

"No, you sleep. I can't seem to fall asleep," Ben shook his head, declining Liens's suggestion.

"Alright then, I'm going to sleep. Call me if anything happens."

Liens greeted Ben, then lay back down on his bed and entered the instance.

"He's so fast! I really admire this guy's ability to fall asleep instantly. Is this kid a reincarnation of a sleep demon or something?"

Ben watched Liens, who had fallen asleep just seconds after lying down, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

However, he didn't have Liens's composure. Facing the changes in the Training Camp, he couldn't just go back to sleep as if nothing mattered.

Moreover, only the two of them remained in the dormitory that originally housed ten people.

Liens had gone to sleep, so someone had to "stand guard" and observe the situation.

Thus, Ben would sometimes sit on his bed in a daze, and at other times, he would walk to the window to observe the outside situation.

As for Liens, he was fighting hard in the instance to improve his Sword Tendency.

Of course, he wasn't unconcerned about the changes in the Training Camp, but he knew that without sufficient information, overthinking was useless.

Instead of wasting that time, he might as well use it to practice his sword.

Ben simply lacked the conditions; if he also had the same instance ability as Liens, he would probably make the same choice.

After eliminating Marvin, Liens only had two threats left in this Training Camp.

Liens defined a threat as a situation that could kill him.

Anything that couldn't kill him was not a threat; at most, it was just a nuisance.

The first threat was – being surrounded and attacked by many people.

Two fists are no match for four hands. Although he could generally defeat the guards and Trainees in the Training Camp with a single sword strike each.

But this "one sword strike each" was achieved by striking rapidly and accurately when he had sufficient space to evade.

This was due to his familiarity with others and his suppression in Sword Tendency.

So he could quickly complete the process of "one sword strike each."

However, no matter how fast he was, it still required some time. If he were to be cornered by multiple people during this process, he would essentially be left with the fate of being hacked to death by a flurry of swords.

This was not a prediction but something that had already happened to him.

After discovering that single-person sword trials could no longer bring more improvement, how could Liens resist the idea of taking on multiple opponents?

He even rather enjoyed the feeling of killing while being surrounded and constantly on the verge of being hacked to death.

Every time he saw himself charge into a crowd and slaughter, he would feel like he had gone mad.

But the feeling of unleashing his desire to kill was truly exhilarating.

Unfortunately, each time ended with him being hacked to death, which made him a little unhappy.

Therefore, one of his current training goals was to cut his way through the Training Camp.

The second threat was – the Instructor.

Currently, the only individual in the entire Training Camp who could still completely overwhelm him in a one-on-one fight was the Instructor.

The disparity in physical fitness always resulted in his death every time he challenged the Instructor.

And now, the opponent he sought to practice his sword with in the instance was the Instructor.

For a long time, Liens had known that simply bullying weaker opponents could not improve him.

Only by constantly challenging strong enemies and pushing his own limits could he continuously improve.

Liens had always done this. With the instance, he used Life as iron, effort as fuel, constantly forging the longsword named 'goal.'

After slaughtering Alger in the instance yesterday afternoon, he still hadn't found the enlightenment he was looking for.

So, this time, he set his sights on the strongest individual in the Training Camp.

Moreover, it was the Instructor who first told him about the concepts of "Sword Tendency" and "Sword Style."

This indicated that the Instructor must have some understanding of what "Sword Style" was.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said, "Derive your own style, and you can step through the gate of the Sword Path, reaching the first Sword Tendency realm."

However, trying to learn what "Sword Style" was from the Instructor's mouth was basically impossible.

So he could only learn it himself from the Instructor's "sword."

He now possessed the strength to stand before the Instructor, having earned the right to seek his own answers.

After the review last night, he had been continuously challenging the Instructor for sword practice in the instance.

The scene shifted.

Liens's figure appeared in the architectural shadows outside the storeroom.

At this moment, the full moon was round, and moonlight flowed like water, but darkness remained the eternal theme of the night.

This was precisely the time when he had just retrieved his longsword from the storeroom and stealthily emerged. He needed to depart from here and quickly make his way to a house in the southern part of the Training Camp.

That was where the Instructor was resting tonight.

It had taken him some time to pinpoint the Instructor's location.

Although he didn't know why the Instructor wasn't sleeping in his own house but instead ran to a small house in the south to rest.

But he didn't need to know that; he just needed to head there and kill him.

...

Because it wasn't far, Liens quickly arrived at the small southern house where the Instructor was located.

The small house wasn't large; it was about the same size as their dormitory, completely incomparable to Marvin's house.

At this moment, two guards stood at the outdoor entrance of the house. They were both on duty, guarding the Instructor.

Of course, their primary role was not to guard the Instructor, but to promptly execute or relay the Instructor's instructions whenever he had a command.

However, as fellow members of the Training Camp's management, Marvin's door had no guards on duty.

Was it because Marvin's status wasn't high enough, or did he not want people to pry into his experiments, so he didn't arrange for anyone to stand guard there?

But a person's Life is like a lamp extinguishing; he's dead, so whatever his thoughts were, it no longer matters.

Because they had "interacted" before, Liens didn't pay much attention to the two guards.

He now only wanted to kill them, creating an environment for a one-on-one duel with the Instructor.

So, Liens, holding his longsword, swiftly charged out of the darkness towards one of the guards.

"Who!?"

Seeing Liens's charging figure, the two guards shouted in question, while hastily drawing their longswords to respond.

However, Liens's speed was very fast; by the time they had drawn their swords and taken a stance, he was already close to one of the guards.

And this distance was precisely within the range a longsword could attack.

Liens seized the opening created by the guard's hurried stance, thrusting his longsword horizontally, piercing the guard's throat, then slashing to the right, severing most of the guard's neck.

After dealing with one guard, Liens retracted his sword, simultaneously dodging an angry slash from the other guard.

A downward diagonal slash struck the guard's arm, and then, taking advantage of his pain-induced slackening of defense, Liens charged again, thrusting straight with a lunge, his longsword directly piercing the guard's heart.

He pulled out his sword, swung his right hand, and flicked off the blood clinging to the longsword.

The splashing blood droplets reflected a faint light under the moonlight, then scattered onto the ground, stirring up tiny dust motes.

Just like the fragile Lives of those two guards found their end at this moment.

After dispatching the guards, Liens instinctively retreated a few steps, both to distance himself from the flowing blood and to await the protagonist's appearance.

The commotion just now was enough to alert the Instructor; he no longer needed to "politely" knock on the door.

Or rather, his actions just now *were* his "knock."

"Bang."

The door to the small house was abruptly flung open.

Under the moonlight, the Instructor's figure appeared in the open doorway.

He gazed at the two fallen guards and at Liens standing not far outside the door, saying nothing, only his gaze towards Liens grew colder.

"Draw your sword!"

Liens spoke first, but this was the only thing he wanted to say; he didn't want to waste time on meaningless chatter.

And coincidentally, the Instructor at this moment had no intention of speaking either; he only wanted to draw his sword and cut down this arrogant assailant before him.

Neither of them had any further intention of speaking, so this duel, whose outcome was long predetermined, began after a brief countdown.

The Instructor pushed off with his legs and charged, approaching Liens's position like a swift wind, then quickly drew his sword and slashed horizontally, aiming directly for Liens's neck.

Liens retreated, dodging the Instructor's longsword, while simultaneously thrusting his own sword towards the Instructor's chest.

The Instructor sidestepped, then followed with a downward diagonal slash from right to left, striking at Liens, intending to cut Liens in half directly from shoulder to abdomen.

Liens, of course, would not allow such a thing to happen; he dodged with his body while swinging his sword to strike the Instructor's longsword, intending to block or even deflect the Instructor's attack.

"Clang."

Longswords clashed.

Due to the disparity in strength, Liens was shaken back several steps.

However, as he retreated, he quickly stabilized his center of gravity, while also pushing off with his legs, stamping forcefully on the ground, thereby offsetting the force of the Instructor's slash.

After leaving several deep footprints, Liens finally stopped after sliding a considerable distance on the ground with both feet.

Seizing this opportunity, the Instructor attacked again, his swift longsword slashing at Liens, who had not yet stabilized himself.

Liens, who had been constantly watching the Instructor, saw the incoming slash and hastily rolled to the right to dodge the attack. The full series lives on My Virtual Library Empire (*).

However, his hurried roll did not completely evade the Instructor's slash.

He was still cut on his left thigh.

Blood splattered, along with a piece of scraped flesh that fell to the ground.

The pain of having flesh scraped from his thigh made Liens involuntarily frown, and his already clenched teeth bit down even harder.

But he still quickly adopted a defensive stance after rolling, once again fending off the Instructor's slash.

Although the consequence was that Liens was once again shaken back repeatedly, and each step back was another injury to the wound.

More blood flowed from the wound on his left thigh; each step was squeezing the blood out of Liens's body.

Liens was in pain, but he still did not lower his gaze from the Instructor.

Maintaining eye contact with the opponent is the most fundamental basic skill in a duel.

If one cannot clearly see the opponent's attack, one cannot analyze the point of impact, and thus, naturally, one cannot speak of dodging or blocking the opponent's attack.

How is that any different from standing still and letting the enemy cut your throat?

Next, Liens fell into a cycle of being forced to constantly block attacks with his longsword, then being shaken back, and then getting injured.

After several rounds, he couldn't hold on any longer and was finally pierced through the throat and had his neck severed by the Instructor's sword.

Just as Liens had done to that guard at the very beginning.

...

The vision before him shifted from darkness to a vast expanse of white, and Liens knew he had returned to the white space.

This also meant that he had died, once again dying by the Instructor's sword.

After briefly recovering from the sensation of death, Liens once again entered the instance.

As before, he held his longsword and came to the southern hut, killing the two guards on duty at the door.

After the Instructor came out, Liens directly launched an attack on him.

This time, Liens did not speak; that single sentence before was merely the starting signal for the upcoming Sword Tendency practice in the instance.

And facing Liens's attack, the Instructor, of course, retaliated with full force.

Soon, Liens met the same fate as in the previous instance, receiving his "lunchbox."

Time in reality gradually passed, and Liens continued to die repeatedly within the instance.

The experience of death was painful, but he had grown accustomed to it.

However, Liens didn't die in vain; in his continuous duels with the Instructor, the time he could endure grew longer and longer.

Seeing his own progress, Liens became even more resolute in his actions, believing that he could find enlightenment on "Sword Style" through continuous growth.