Reincarnation Sword God

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619——————==
Dark Heaven Village

“Is there something wrong with my body?”

Hwa Seong-myeong shook his head vigorously.
“Absolutely not! Your body is constantly maintained in a powerful state beyond imagination thanks to your extraordinary internal energy. It’s perfectly acceptable to call you a divine being. In the entire history of China, there may not have been anyone as physically fit and healthy as you. I can’t believe you possess such an incredible physique and health without undergoing Rebirth of Flesh. How on earth can a human possess such internal energy? It can’t be just from consuming top-grade spiritual pills in dozens…”

As he marveled, Hwa Seong-myeong’s expression suddenly turned serious.
“However, as you mentioned, there seems to be a slight issue with your brain. Didn’t I ask you countless unnecessary questions yesterday?”

I nodded. It was more bothersome than getting pricked by a needle.
“That’s right.”

“You seemed to answer all those questions clearly, but occasionally hesitated on redundant ones that didn’t require confusion. I believe that hesitation was not due to intelligence or agility but partially because of mixed memories. So while you slept after taking the Demon Waste Potion today, I went ahead and briefly performed a craniotomy to check inside your skull.”

“…What?”
I was just given some herbal medicine and had a comfortable sleep, but did that mean they pried open my scalp?! When I asked back in shock, Hwa Seong-myeong replied casually.
“Why are you so surprised? We need to examine the brain if there’s an issue with it. Our Hua Clan has specialized in surgery since the time of Hua Tuo.”

“……”

“Now, take a look at this anatomical diagram. You see that round, coiled area in the brain? Our Hua Clan discovered through thousands of years of medical practice and numerous surgeries that this region is responsible for human memory. And surprisingly, your brain has a significantly enlarged portion in this area, but it’s also quite worn down.”

“Worn down?”
Hwa Seong-myeong nodded.
“Though you appear to be a teenage boy, your actual age must be much greater… How old would that be?”

After a moment of hesitation, I candidly replied,
“I think I’m just over a hundred years old.”
Considering the period I’ve spent adventuring and training throughout all my past lives, that sounds about right. However, I never measured my age accurately during reincarnation, so I’m not entirely certain. Hearing my answer, Hwa Seong-myeong remarked,
“I thought so. Your memory section… Hmm, I’ll just call it the hippocampus since it resembles one. Your hippocampus is remarkably developed compared to ordinary humans. It’s much more advanced than that of intellectuals who consider themselves clever. How should I put it? It seems to have evolved over several generations for efficiency rather than just being oversized… In short, it has become a completely unique organ incomparable to an ordinary human.”

“…What does that even mean?”
“However, with such development, signs of wear are present. Fortunately, it’s not extensive damage, and other parts of the brain are compensating without any issues.”

“Worn down…?”
Hwa Seong-myeong poked my forehead as he spoke.
“Your brain is incredibly developed. It’s almost unbelievable… but this can only be explained as a hypothesis. You mentioned you’re around a hundred years old, but in reality, the amount of information you’ve processed and stored in your brain during that time must far exceed that. I estimate it to be at least ten times more than the average knowledgeable person acquires in their lifetime.”

“Um…”

“Ordinary humans don’t expand their hippocampus from studying, but this… just what kind of memory capacity do you possess? It’s not as though you’ve spent a millennium just staring at books.”

He spoke incredulously.
“Anyway, it’s astounding… You’re clearly human, and yet there are so many bizarre aspects about you. Is it because you are a martial artist that your brain ages incredibly slowly? Considering your claimed age, your brain must still be very youthful and supple, but your hippocampus alone shows signs of extreme degradation.”

“……”

So my hippocampus is developed, yet worn down? I desperately tried to comprehend what that meant.
‘It’s because of the Memory Transfer Technique!’

Until now, I frequently utilized obsidian to copy or transfer my memories. While using that technique, I felt my memory capacity gradually improve, and it seemed like the volume was expanding, likely due to the support for the development and expansion of my hippocampus. The problem was that the memories I obtained during my adventures were anything but ordinary, and because memories are significantly large and inefficient, my head was likely overcrowded with excessive information. The brain has physical limits, and it has a tendency to delete inefficient information first, causing my memory to decline and making me forget trivial things.
Enduring by improving my memory has a limit for a human body!
Now wasn’t the time for anything other than the Thunder Spirit Classic!

Sweat started to break out.
As I felt this sense of crisis, Hwa Seong-myeong fiddled with his beard and said,
“To diagnose, there is a risk of dementia in the future. However, it’s hard to definitively say since your body is so unique…”

“Dementia? Are you saying I’ll soon experience cognitive decline to the point of being unable to carry out daily life?”
“So don’t jump to conclusions. This can’t be settled yet. It’s true your hippocampus has some damage, but amusingly enough, it’s also highly developed. Imagine if the wheel of a giant royal carriage has a hole; it doesn’t mean the wheel itself must be replaced, just that the material has worn down, causing a rough ride.”

“Hmm.”
Hwa Seong-myeong began tidying up his surgical tools and bedding, thinking the diagnosis was finished.
“For now, I don’t believe you are in a dangerous state. If you reduce the fatigue on your brain, take proper breaks, and enjoy three balanced meals, your condition might improve.”

“……”
It was a perfectly orthodox diagnosis and sound advice, but I couldn’t afford that situation right now.
As I continued to cultivate power, I would surely need even greater memory capacity—how could I possibly manage that?
I returned to Zhuge Sa and recounted the examination results I received from Hwa Seong-myeong. Zhuge Sa was fiddling with the Silver Phoenix when he spoke,
“I expected this.”

“What do you mean?”
He spoke in a pessimistic tone.
“Humans were originally considered mere convenient meat produced by the [Great Race], destined for disposal, only to be recycled by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Physically and mentally, they are weaker than the otherworldly races. Your inherent limits as a [human] species made it inevitable that infinite reincarnation would be impossible.”

Was Zhuge Sa including this situation when he earlier mentioned “it needs to end soon”? I clenched my teeth and countered,
“But I can’t just give up like this.”

“Hmm.”
After pondering for a moment, he replied,
“We’re nearly there.”

Nearly what?
A short while later, Zhuge Sa released his grip on the Silver Phoenix and said,
“I believe I now know how to handle it. I’ll share the tips now, so let’s proceed with the temporary treatment.”

“What? What are you saying?”
He began explaining while adjusting the head of the Silver Phoenix.
“While I received obsidian from you, I figured out the usage method of the Silver Phoenix that you obtained in your previous life. I researched how to handle this item well using that for the past three days.”

“Ah!”
“When I looked at Hwa Seong-myeong’s diagnosis, your memory capacity has not yet reached its limit, but it’s approaching. The effects of splitting your consciousness due to the Soul Exchange Technique likely brought this on even quicker. To delay this limit, the process of organizing memories is necessary.”

“Organizing memories?”
Zhuge Sa explained,
“The Memory Transfer Technique using obsidian transmits information through your brain. Thus, there’s a side effect of accumulating useless residual information in your mind. Additionally, since memory includes four-dimensional elements, it tends to store much larger than the capacity a human can feel. I suspect the memories in your brain are scattered inefficiently.”

“……!!”
“The solution is to completely transfer those unnecessary memories into the Silver Phoenix and forget them. If you then systematically manage your memories, you could postpone dementia by at least a hundred years since you can organize and compress unnecessary information.”

“Is that really possible?!”

Zhuge Sa looked at me as if I were foolish.
“That function is inherent to the Silver Phoenix. Don’t you think the meticulous ones from the Great Race would leave out such an instruction manual? If it didn’t include this function, could the kings of Balhae have used the Silver Phoenix for proper memory transmission? The only reason you haven’t read the advanced explanations or applied knowledge is that all you’ve been interested in was memory transmission and retrieval.”

“……”
“I’ve learned it all over the past three days, so now I’ll teach you.”
I began learning the advanced usage of the Silver Phoenix from Zhuge Sa. Contrary to his assurance that it would be easy, dealing with memories became increasingly difficult and felt several times harder than the alchemy I had learned. I felt like my head would burst, stayed up for seven days straight without sleep, and even applied the Soul Exchange Technique for double training before finally managing to grasp it.

Woooon
I poured nearly all my knowledge and experiences into the Silver Phoenix. Unlike when I copied with obsidian, this time it felt like I was entirely transferring everything inside my mind. Of course, the temporary memory void that arose from the Silver Phoenix’s qualities could be filled with its magical power.
A short while later, after all my memories were transmitted to the Silver Phoenix, I began retrieving memories back from it. As I recited the commands, I calmly started stacking information efficiently in my mind. This wasn’t me selectively recalling memories; it was an automatic function embedded in the Silver Phoenix, and once the series of tasks was completed, I felt a great clarity in my head.

“Oooh!”
Up until now, with my mind cluttered, I often felt confused, but now I could vividly recall memories such as the first life, those starlit nights camping while eating sweet potatoes during my time as a guard! It felt as if everything crammed into my head had been organized to less than half its original volume. I was so exhilarated that Zhuge Sa remarked,
“With this, you can endure for about a hundred years. We’ve put out the urgent fire, but whether in this life or the next, ask a Prophet for the fundamental solution to this issue.”

“Got it.”
I felt lucky to have Zhuge Sa as a companion. Even if Zhuge Sa wasn’t exactly a comrade, gaining power through my experiences was crucial, but in situations I couldn’t overcome alone, I needed help.
I carved that fact into my mind and headed towards the Sword Demon.
Pa-at
The Sword Demon began narrating the results of his investigation into Seo Mun-hye’s maternal family.
“Indeed, there were no problems found in my maternal family, the Seo Clan. I searched through every document and piece of information in the castle, but the lineage of the Seo Clan was merely that of ordinary officials. They never had any connection to the Martial Arts world.”

“Um…”
“However, there was something a bit strange.”
“What is it?”
The Sword Demon replied heavily.
“While more time is needed for investigation, I did discover a single document indicating that one of her very distant ancestors was quite a famous figure.”

“What? Then it’s not completely problem-free.”
“That very distant ancestor is far beyond the founder of the Seo Clan, and it’s merely a few lines of rumors scribbled down.”
“Hmm.”
“It’s at least a record from five hundred years ago or longer, so it’s hard to ascertain easily. To uncover this, we’d need to sift through records from other clans and lineages to ask.”

“I’d like to see that record too.”
“Understood.”
The Sword Demon soon brought the ‘suspicious’ document to show me. It looked ancient, and I had to carefully turn the pages with tweezers, fearing they would break. I calmly studied the document when I stumbled upon the mention of the issue he had referred to.
[Great Grandfather Seo Pil (徐畢) went to travel in Liaodong and upon returning said, “My distant ancestor was renowned across the world, yet here I am in such a state.” When family members were shocked and questioned, he said, “The grave of a divine being discovered by an ancestor is famous in Liaodong, let’s move there altogether.”]

What was this mention?
As I tilted my head while staring at the document, the Sword Demon said,
“Seo Pil is the founder of the Seo Clan, but there are no records beyond him. He himself never spoke of his parents or grandparents, hence it is as such. Anyway, if we’re looking for something suspicious within the Seo Clan, this document is all we have.”

“What does the divine being’s grave in Liaodong mean?”
The Sword Demon folded his arms.
“It was just discovered yesterday, so I’m not sure myself. I plan to mobilize the forces of Shadowless Gate to investigate this [divine being’s grave].”

The grave of a divine being was famous in Liaodong.
And Seo Pil claimed that his ancestor found that grave.
What connection does this fact hold with Seo Mun-hye right now?
What correlation exists between Seo Mun-hye’s mysterious powers, the [divine being’s grave], and the founder of the Seo Clan?
For now, the clues were too few to make sense. I pondered and then replied to the Sword Demon,
“Then, please do.”