Chaotic fluctuations appeared around the holy sword.

As mentioned before, the kingdom's court magicians set up a powerful magical seal to prevent others from drawing the holy sword.

There is more than one seal, ensuring that even if someone comes to test them with superhuman strength, they will not be able to pull out the holy sword.

That's it, the powerful magical seal.

As luck would have it, one of El's favorite ingredients is gargoyles, a type of monster that provides the most significant boost to magic resistance.

The effect is to interfere with the flow of magic and weaken its influence.

How many gargoyles has El eaten? Probably about the same number of loaves of bread he's eaten.

His magic resistance, or rather, his ability to interfere with magic, has reached a terrifying level.

Even with the combined efforts of several highly skilled court mages, their seal was weakened by El's abilities.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

While still in his private stands, the chief court magician stood up abruptly, sensing that his magic had been affected.

"How could this be? We considered magical interference; this shouldn't be happening..."

Yes, they considered magical interference and made targeted optimizations. Ordinary magic resistance cannot affect the Holy Sword Seal in the slightest.

However, El is no ordinary person; his magic resistance is excessively high.

Although the many seals on the holy sword were not broken, their effectiveness was greatly weakened.

"Grand Master, could this be..."

"Don't be afraid, it's just a technical adjustment. So what if the seal is weakened? Even in its current state, it still requires extremely high strength from the person who draws the sword."

I dare say that even if a giant dragon came, it would be impossible for it to pull out the holy sword now.

Although we don't know what kind of equipment this kid is carrying, an accident like this is unlikely to happen a second time.

"Stay calm, Your Majesty, don't be anxious. If he can successfully draw the sword, I'll eat the staff in my hand!"

He was in a hurry, and as a refined and easy-going magician, he even said such a thing.

After all, El's magical resistance was something that even the court magicians had never heard of or seen before.

(Mysterious voice-over: Hey, you've finally met him today~)

Up in the stands, several court magicians stared intently at El's movements, desperately hoping he wouldn't succeed!

Their beliefs had no effect; El continued to exert his strength.

"Sizzle..."

It had never been moved before; it was as if the entire sword, which was welded to the base, had been lifted up a little.

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Everyone, am I seeing things?"

A series of gasps came from the surroundings; even just lifting it a little bit was enough to shock everyone present.

Before El, his record with the sword was zero.

El is still trying; he's still working hard.

What he is showing now is the strength he earned through hard work and sweat.

He wasn't fighting alone. Behind him, there were slimes, minotaurs, gargoyles, vampires, dryads... silently supporting him and selflessly giving their all.

Those monsters, at this moment, also became his motivation.

"Get up! Give it to me! Get up!"

Cracks appeared in the ground beneath El's feet, a result of his own efforts to reinforce it with earth elemental magic.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters...

More and more of the holy sword was revealed, and many people even held their breath at this moment.

Finally, with a burst of strength from El, he felt the force that had been resisting him disappear from his hands.

"Whoosh..."

Almost losing his balance and falling backward, El took a step back and raised the gold and silver holy sword in his hand.

Considering the Holy Sword Selection Ceremony, perhaps it could now be called, "Hero El?"