My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Eren ignored the celestial man's mumbling, his focus entirely on the task ahead and the dwindling clock in his mind.

At this point, he was already convinced that the marks in the sky were left by the Sword Emperor. That's why the Ancestor of the King Clan knew about it. If he had to surpass it, he couldn't just rely on raw strength.

The Sword Emperor's marks weren't brute force; they were related to his understanding of the sword, and a concept so profound it could scar the very fabric of a realm.

'Surpass them,' Eren thought, his gaze fixed on the ancient, ethereal cuts in the sky. 'Not just match, but surpass.'

It seemed like an utterly ridiculous demand. How could he, a mere mortal, hope to achieve what perhaps even the current King Clan Progenitor couldn't?

But the alternative was unthinkable. And more pressingly, the three-hour limit of his descent skill loomed over his head.

Failure here meant more than just losing his freedom to this ancient being; it meant failing the system's quest, the consequences of which were unknown but undoubtedly severe.

He didn't want to lose his golden finger. For that, he had to succeed. And he had to do it within time.

He wasn't foolish enough to think that he could surpass the Sword Emperor just because he wanted to do it, at least not within just three hours.

To surpass the sword emperor, he needed years, or maybe even decades of experience. It was something that he heavily lacked.

So why did he accept this challenge? For him, the answer was simple. If what he lacked was experience, then he could just supplement that experience with a little cheating.

The cooldown time of the Echo of Eternity was completed. Although he didn't know if his luck was going to support him or not, this was the best option in his eyes.

Even if he failed in summoning a good future self, he would only lose a few minutes of his life at most. If his future self and this skill couldn't help him, then he could always think about other ways to escape from this mess, no matter how difficult.

Taking a deep breath, Eren closed his eyes. He didn't try to swing the sword immediately. Instead, he tried to feel it. His mind was extremely focused.

He focused on the faint, residual will of the Sword Emperor imbued within the blade, the echoes of countless battles and infinite insights.

The Progenitor of the King Clan glanced at him. "Does he really think that meditating would help him surpass the gap between him and that man?"

Even if the sword was reacting to Eren, it wasn't to the point that it could shock him.

Eren could feel that the sword in his hand was indeed a treasure, that could help him surpass his limits. But he wasn't just meditating to strengthen himself.

He was simply pretending to meditate, as he opened the system interface and prepared to use the echo of eternity. But before that, he needed something else to increase his chances.

He had received a small yet significant reward when he was in hell. It was something called the Potion of Luck, that could temporarily increase his luck.

To have certainty about the success of this skill, he contained the Potion of Luck, while his back was facing the Progenitor.

Eren consumed the Potion, which tasted like coconut water. It was tasty, but had only a few drops in it, which felt lacking.

He couldn't even feel any changes within his body, despite drinking the position. His status screen was also the same, with nothing new.

Was he scammed? The thought crossed his mind, but he trusted the system. It was risky to use a skill like this near the Progenitor, but he had faith in his future self to handle this situation.

His lips slowly moved, and a few words came out of his lips. "Echo of Eternity."

"Let alone one week, even if I was to give you a year, you can't do anything. How about you just give up and accept defeat?" The Progenitor asked Eren.

The celestial man watched, carrying a calm and surreal smile on his lips. He'd seen countless geniuses in his life. The only problem with those geniuses was that they were always complacent, never knowing their limits.

For him, Eren was the same. Even if he was talented, he didn't know the difference between heaven and earth. There were some gaps that could never be surpassed. And that man who gave him this sword was that wide chasm that one could never cross.

None could ever come close to matching the Sword Emperor's legacy in his eyes. Even if he was still alive, he couldn't do it. That man was the only heavenly genius that he had acknowledged in his life.

This boy, no matter how he'd acquired that sword, was surely no different than the other complacent geniuses. It was merely a matter of time before he failed.

"Hmm?" The man was sitting complacently when he suddenly felt something. It was as if the aura around Eren had suddenly changed.

The sword that was overwhelming, started trembling for some reason. It wasn't trembling because it resisted the control of the person who held it. Instead, it felt more like the sword was scared of something.

"You-"

The man tried chiming in, but Eren shifted his stance. The Sword Emperor's sword suddenly felt like an extension of his soul.

He poured every ounce of his mana, and his nascent understanding into the blade. And soon, that sword swung towards the sky.

The sword sliced upwards, not with the elegant grace one might associate with a supreme swordsman, but with a raw, untamed fury.

A streak of silver light, thinner and far less substantial than the ancient marks, shot towards the sky.

"What?" The Progenitor of the King Clan abruptly stood up, seeing a crescent moon appear in this soul less skies.