My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!-Chapter 438 - : The Forgotten

The Left Guardian didn't know much about Eren or what kind of experience he had. She didn't like the fact that he was so confident. His confidence made her frown, giving her a bad feeling.

"In that case, let me end it!" she told Eren, not wanting to give him any chance. It was enough trying to torment him. With a single thought, she gestured for all the avatars to kill Eren.

"Oh, but we are just starting. After all, I am also curious to see just what kind of person he actually was." Eren stepped back, remembering the person whose mind realm he had entered in the past without even realizing.

He had thought that it was nothing more than a dream, only to learn that it was much more than a dream. The person, who was fighting against heaven... He was still alive somewhere, or his mind realm wouldn't exist.

The world in his dreams... Or rather, the ruined world was not a figment of his imagination but that person's reality.

The avatars summoned by Kelia attacked Eren, all of them using the best of their abilities. In that moment, even the mind realm of Eren trembled, as if the burden was too much for it.

The sky lit up in bright beams that rose from the summons of Kelia.

Eren stood his ground as the avatars charged toward him. He could feel their presence pressing down on him.

Even as the first avatar lunged at him, he didn't move. Instead, it was the avatar that was slowly split in two out of nowhere. Both halves fell at Eren's feet, even surprising Kelia.

Kelia had been observing from beginning to the end, but she didn't see how the avatar died. One after another, the other avatars also started dying, their bodies being destroyed by an unknown force.

With each avatar that died, she felt a terrifying pain rising within her soul. It was as if the essence that she had absorbed from other people was forcefully being ripped from her existence.

She was the Left Guardian of the Necromancer Tower. She was one of the strongest after the four Overlords. Each of those avatars belonged to the people who died in her hands, being almost as strong as her.

The owner of some of these avatars were so strong that she had to work with the Right Guardian to kill them. There were even those that needed the Tower Master to personally capture them.

To her shock, all of them died in this place at the same time, unable to even put up resistance.

She held her chest, her face being completely pale. Even though this was just her consciousness, she was feeling everything as if it was real. Even her body was suffering from the same.

Watching her real body grow pale, Ruby in the real world, was starting to panic. At this point, she wondered if something had gone wrong.

If the Left Guardian was hurt, she was sure she couldn't survive either. Although she didn't understand why the Left Guardian looked like she was hurt, she knew that she had to protect her.

She had to inform the others. Without a second thought, she rushed out of the prison to inform the other members of the Necromancer Tower about the strange condition of the Left Guardian. Only they could help her.

Ruby was more worried about the safety of the left guardian than Eren, who didn't look much better either. Many veins had become visible under Eren's skin, as if his body was under a lot of stress for some reason.

Meanwhile, the Left Guardian in the mind realm was completely unaware about the worries of Ruby when it came to her safety.

"How did you do it?!" Kelia asked Eren, her expressions twisted in disbelief.

"Didn't you say it yourself? In my mind realm, I can't do anything. If you want to give credit, why don't you give it to the person behind you?" Eren pointed in the distance behind Kelia.

Kelia slowly turned around, trying to see just what kind of monster Eren was able to bring out. The moment she looked back, her face grew even paler.

This time, she wasn't pale because of pain. Instead, she was in absolute horror as she looked at the person in the distance, seemingly recognising him.

Even though she had been in the Northern Continent, there was no way she wouldn't have known about that person. It was a person whose name itself had been erased.

Except the Overlords and a few high ranking people under them, no one even knew about this person's existence.

She couldn't see the physique of that person as his back was facing her. There was a dark green robe wrapped around his shoulder. However, it was the ancient characters on the robe that made her realize the identity of that person.

The characters appeared to be alive, shifting positions with each passing second. The robe came down to the man's ankles.

The man was holding the sword as if it was perfectly natural for him. In his hand, the sword felt even stronger as a stronger shade of green rose from the sword.

The scent of poison around that sword felt so strong that just a whiff of it could kill an ordinary person.

A red mist rose from the destroyed avatars, and started gathering around the man's sword as he turned around.

The man had green pupils which stood out, matching his deep green hair that was tied into a ponytail behind his back. There was a strange calmness around him, as if nothing in this world could phase him.

This was exactly how Eren remembered the man he had seen in the bizzare dream where the man had sliced through heaven with a single strike of his sword.

He truly hadn't thought that he would actually succeed in summoning an avatar through that man's essence.

It confirmed to him that the man was actually alive somewhere. It was the man that the world knew with only a single title... It was the Sword Emperor.