"Where am I" When Karsha opened his eyes, he found himself standing on top of a mountain peak. The mountain is every kilometer high almost penetrating the cloud. Standing the, Karsha could see even the farthest distance. The whole plain is filled with greenery and water mist casting a beautiful sight under the shining sun.
"You are here to witness my last slash" Karsha was startled by the sudden voice. he jumped to his right before turning in the direction the voice came from. He expected to see a very old man based on the tone of the voice he heard, but to his surprise, the voice was from a young man about his age. He has striking green hair with dark shades around his golden eyes.
Karsha has those dark shades but his own isn't visible like that one the young man standing before him.
"Who are you" He asked not lowering his guard at all. He could tell the person before him was very dangerous.
"Don't be alarmed, I can't hurt you even if I wanted to. I am but the last consciousness of a long-dead sword spirit. My name is Enigma and I used to be the soul of the legendary soul weapon called Starcleave Enigma"
Enigma walked toward the cliff and extended his hand. The purple sword flew from the distance into his hands. Karsha watched all this from the sideline. he looked at the young man brandishing the sword with affection.
"Come forward young Man" Karsha nearly coughs out blood hearing someone his age call him a young man. But again, looking at the imposingness of the person in front of him, he swallowed his blood and walked forward.
"Many millennia ago, this sword cleaved the heavens and shattered the earth but now it has been reduced to this sorrowful state" Enigma smiled bitterly.
'Sorry state, this sword is giving me chills. What sorry state are you talking about' Karsha said inwardly looking at the bitter smile on the man's face. He just doesn't understand why someone would regard a sword he couldn't even get close to as sorrowful.
"I know you are skeptical about the might of the sword. Although you see it as powerful, It's actually weaker than it's supposed to be. It's just that during the battle I engaged in, I used my entire energy to escape per my master's instruction. So don't be surprised when I say it's now in its sorrowful state"
"How powerful were you at your peak?" Karsha couldn't help but ask. The way Enigma is describing it might be something he has to know. After all, Enigma is the sword and the sword is Enigma.
"At my peak, a single swing can cut through countless planets and shatter millions of stars" Karsha shuddered hearing the domineering might of the sword. He was about to ask another question but the scene around him changed and now, they stood at another mountain peak but the scene around them was a battlefield.
Karsha saw a Man wearing dark armor exuding an earth-shattering aura. In his grip is the purple sword also emitting planet shattering purple aura.
"This was my last battle, our last battle" Enigma muttered, his gaze filled with pain. "This was the last battle I fought in, also the last battle I will ever fight in. My soul was used to ensure the sword survived."
Karsha gazes at the battlefield. The dark armored man raised the sword up and like a wave, sword qi surged out shattering the void. The whole battlefield began to tremble and mountains hundreds of miles away started shattering turning the boulders into powder.
Karsha wanted to see what happened next but he was fortunate, the scene shifted back to their previous location. "Although I am long dead, the sword is powerful just that it doesn't have a soul yet. I don't know how good you are or what your intentions are, but you happened to be the second person who paid me a visit in over a million years.
So tell me, why do you want to use this sword? I don't need specifics, I just want a general understanding of what you wish to achieve with this sword"
Karsha once again felt he was about to uncover yet another secret yet he could tell it was not going to be easy. he first has to gain the approval of the sword before he can ask any question.
"Would you believe me if I told you I just wanted a powerful sword that could withstand my Overpowered skills?" Karsha thought hard about what to say but in the end, he just went with what he really lacked, his thirst for a sword strong enough to withstand his powerful sword strikes.
"Hahahaha. Good answer, Good Answer" Enigma laughed hearing Karsha's nonchalant answer. "This kind of aloof nature is similar to my master. Young man, tell me, what is your name" Karsha was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. He had expected a reducule but seeing the sword spirit happy with his answer, he couldn't help but feel somehow accomplished.
"My name is Karsha... Karsha Damon" he replied slightly puffing his chest.
"Well Karsha Damon, although you just wanted a sword to be able to unleash powerful strikes, this senior will bestow on you one of the strongest swords in existence, The Starcleaver Enigma." Enigma extended the sword in his hands and gave it to Karsha.
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Karsha gently received the sword. The moment he touched the sword, a familiar feeling washed over him. At once, his emotions surged and fury ignited in his eyes. Two tear drops fell from his eyes. "I know you have many questions, I don't have answers, but with this sword in your hands and attached to your soul, the answers you seek will come soon enough.
You don't have to panic nor fear your enemies because even in death, Enigma the Primordial Fiend will still show his might, Farewell Karsha Damon, remember, You are not alone" Enigma vanished from sight. Karsha sighed and calmed himself down. That emotional minute was so personal yet it felt distant.
"So long Enigma, this little one will take care of the rest" Karsha sighed, his grip on the sword tightened. His vision darkened and when it cleared, his grip on the sword remained firm.
Name: Starcleaver Enigma
Grade: Soul Grade
Tier: High Tier
Power Level: 1%
-- After countless battles, Enigma, the Primordial Fiend vanished and for many years, its legend faded into nothingness. But a lucky encounter with a brat who just wanted a sword strong enough to unleash his full power ignited the long-lost hope in his heart. Would this be the start of another legend?...
Skills: Hidden
[Increase the Power Level to unlock the innate skills of the Starcleaver Enigma.]
"This is good enough" Karsha casually slashed the sword a few times and from the weight and swiftness, he knew he had found what he needed. The sword is durable and powerful.
"I guess I have to spend on the sword too to make it more powerful. And this sword's appetite is even stronger than Uno and the egg" Since the sword is connected to his soul, Karsha knew exactly what the sword wanted. He will need Powerful Monster cores, High-Grade blood, metal ores, herbs, etc.
"One step at a time" Karsha muttered before turning to the system for the second message he received.
Name: Judgement Sword Art
Grade: ????????
Tier: ????????
-- With the sword as Judgement, cleave through mountains and shatter stars with just a swing. Harness the seven levels of the Judgement sword art and cleave through your enemies without fear.
"No shit genius" Karsha, still gasping for air cursed out loud. "What is a Primordial Flame" he asked.
"Why did I even ask? Buy new clothes and equip them for me" His Affinity is now at an excellent stage, meaning before he can approach the flame, he must move through the Perfect and Assimilate stage and even the Ultimate stage wouldn't be enough.
"I need some air" Karsha walked out of the building and headed out to meet with the shadow guards before leaving the treasure world and heading to the other locations.