I stood before the cursed blade, anticipation simmering beneath my composure.
“What should I do?” I asked, perhaps a bit too eagerly.
The prideful sword clicked its tongue before responding:
“First, touch the sword hilt.” I nodded and touched where I assumed the hilt lay.
“What next?”
“No, start channelling your essence into the sword.”
“Mmm, and how do I do that?” I asked, confused.
“Tsk, you don’t even know basic essence control?” Sha said, obviously displeased.
I scratched my chin, embarrassed.
“Sigh, just channel your essence.” I did exactly as she said; an amber aura started coming out of my body as I channelled my essence.
“Now I want you to focus all that essence into your right arm.” I tried doing exactly that, but absolutely nothing happened.
“You’re doing it wrong; try to control it instead of forcing it.” I tried again, but to no avail.
“Oh lord above, how could you be so talentless?” she said, exasperated at my continued failed effort.
I snapped back at her in irritation.
“If you don’t stop complaining, I swear to the lord above, I’ll leave right now.” That finally seemed to shut her up.
“Tsk, just try again.” I tried, failed, and tried again—over and over, until after fifteen minutes, I finally succeeded.
The amber glow shifted, pooling in my right hand.
“Finally.
Now just keep channelling your essence into the hilt, and I’ll handle the rest.” I continued, but I could feel my reserves running dry.
“I can’t keep this up much longer.”
“Almost finished.” A sudden warmth surged through me—an electric, seething sensation that gathered in my chest, just above my heart.
“Now, direct your essence into your heart.” I obeyed, and instantly felt a connection spark between myself and the sword.
The sword began dissolving into motes of light as the warmth in my chest intensified.
When the katana had vanished completely, so did the lingering heat.
“Hello?
Hello?” My voice echoed in the darkness, but there was no answer.
What just happened?
And where was the voice in my head?
She’d vanished without warning.
I checked—no sword in sight—and continued to search the room in confusion.
What the hell is going on?
Did the sword make me its master?
Why can’t I communicate with it—or summon it?
I lifted my shirt and found a lion tattoo inked over my heart.
So it worked—maybe I just need to wait.
With that, I climbed the stairs, relieved to leave the darkness behind.
I found myself in the same hall where I’d first entered this place.
I tensed, instantly on guard.
Shit—is this some hidden boss battle?
I debated whether to bolt, but before I could decide, a voice echoed through the chaos.
“Wait, boy.” The voice—a smooth, feminine tone—was oddly familiar.
I narrowed my eyes as the tornado settled, revealing a striking, mature woman with obsidian-black hair.
One eye glowed crimson, the other golden.
A small mole adorned her left cheek, only adding to her allure.
Her chin tilted up, as if she were gazing at the heavens.
I had a suspicion who she was, even though I’d never seen her before.
Still, I felt an odd sense of connection.
“Who are you?” I asked, wary.
“Who do you think, brat?” she replied with that familiar voice.
She basically confirmed my suspicion, but I was still confused.
My brows knitted together into a frown as I parted my lips to speak.
“How the hell did you transform into a woman?
Aren’t you supposed to be a sword?”
“This is my true form.” My confusion only grew.
“What do you mean this is my true form?
Aren’t you just a sword?”
“Tsk, ask nicely if you want answers.” But I only looked at her expectantly.
“No, I am not a sword.
The one who forged me bound my soul to this blade—and to the other thirteen legendary swords.” That revelation left me utterly baffled.
What did she mean by the other thirteen?
“Wait, can all fourteen legendary swords take human shapes?”
“Are you slow, brat?” She looked at me like I was stupid.
“Can you just answer for the love of god?”
“Yes, every single one of us can take human shapes.” The revelation floored me.
How the hell had I never learned this in the game?
Why had no one ever mentioned it?
Kevin literally had a legendary sword in the game, so how come we didn’t know this?
“So why isn’t this common knowledge?
Legendary swords are famous across the empire—why hasn’t anyone heard of this?”
“Only our master can see us, unless he grants permission.” That made sense—but it still baffled me that this wasn’t in the game.
You could interact with a legendary sword, sure, but human forms?
That was a whole new level.
Suddenly, the woman dissolved into black mist, her voice lingering in my mind.
“Brat, I’m out of time.
I’m going to sleep—don’t wake me, no matter what.”
Sighing, I made my way to the exit.
Soon, I stood outside, breathing in the crisp night air.
I headed toward the spot where I’d left the women and encountered the skeleton—when I heard something strange.
I frowned, straining to identify the noise.
As I walked, the sounds grew louder—until I realised, with dawning horror, what I was hearing.
“Are those… moans?” I muttered, bewildered.
I found myself beside the teleportation circle, the moans now unmistakable.
Glancing left, I spotted a shapely house—and it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening inside.
But really—how the hell was a skeleton even capable of that?
I debated teleporting away at the first opportunity, but curiosity gnawed at me.
In the end, curiosity won out.
I crept toward the house; the closer I got, the more intense the moans became.
It sounded like a full-blown orgy.
Driven by morbid curiosity, I hurried to the window and crouched, trying to get a glimpse inside.
And what I saw was nothing short of traumatising.
What I witnessed was straight out of a hentai manga.
No way—are those… tentacles?
My stomach churned, and I doubled over, retching onto the ground.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the forest, a silver-haired catgirl grumbled in annoyance.
“What’s taking that bastard so long?
He said he’d be back.
So why isn’t he here yet?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, and I felt my phone in the limousine too.” Just as she was getting even more fed up, a light shone on the grass in front of her, then an amber-eyed man suddenly appeared.
Mina looked startled for a second before her face turned angry.
She was about to take her anger out on Asmari until she saw his face.
His utterly broken, traumatised face.
Confusion filled her until Asmari suddenly walked forward and grabbed both her shoulders.
“Mina, trust me when I say curiosity killed the cat.”
“W-what?” Mina’s bafflement was palpable.
“Look at me,” Mina—look.
“They’ve killed it; they killed my innocence, my inner child.
The world’s lost its colour.
What’s the meaning of life?” Asmari shook her, his expression haunted.
“Please, tell me—does anything matter anymore?”
Mina only had one thought in her mind in that moment.
And it confirmed the thought she had ever since entering Asmari’s hospital room.
“Yep, Asmari has completely fucking lost it”
A/N
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