It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It chapter 1

1. The Story of the Little Magic Sword

One day, I suddenly fell into another world.

To be honest, I would be lying if I said I didn’t expect it at first. An easy-going female warrior, a prudent female wizard, and an arrogant female thief! Friendship and love bloom in hardship!

But in reality, there was no point. Hygiene was the worst, monsters crawled out at every opportunity, and human lives were treated like flies.

But fortunately, I had a cheat key called [Status Window]. After adapting to the different world and rising to the level of a gold-level adventurer, I thought I was on a winning streak.

There are too many monsters in the world. The hero, the archmage, the elder lich, the dragon lord… I just realized that no matter how strong I became, in the end I couldn’t even stand a fist in front of a real monster.

After that, I lived like an ordinary adventurer. Moderately flirting with the receptionist noona, going to a tavern and making a fuss, raiding a dungeon, and so on.

But who would have known that the goblin lair was the dragon lair’s byway?

[Intruders are excluded.]

The guardian of the nest welcomed us, who were happy with the hidden peace. It was a Solium Golem made of a metal more precious than mithril, adamantine, or orichalcon.

Reflects physical attacks, immunity to magic attacks, absorbs divine attacks.

In the end, our party’s adventure came to an end there. Me? Because I was in the battle line, I was the first to be crushed by the golem’s fist.

I thought my life was over like that…

[Hoo? Is there a soul that dwells in such a sacred metal?]

I don’t know what the hell happened, but the place where I came back to my senses was the Elder Lich’s lab.

Of course, I am not resurrected. It’s just that my soul remained in the fist of the Solium Golem. The Elder Richie found this phenomenon interesting and started researching it with me.

[Hey! It hurts! It hurts!]

[The ego of the soul is so clear that it even sends out thoughts! It’s not that interesting.]

[Bastard!]

Unreasonably, I couldn’t move my body after being in the metal, but I could still feel the sensation. The elder lich merrily chewed, bit, tasted, enjoyed, and studied my body.

However, even the wisdom of the fallen shaman who endured for a long time could not achieve any results.

[·······Sorry. I can’t seem to get your soul out of that metal.]

[Ehh, what happened? I didn’t even expect it in the first place.]

At that time, since we only had each other to talk to, the Elder Richie and I were quite close.

[As an apology, I will make you the strongest sword!]

[No, I hate it! I hate it! aaagh!]

I was forged with all sorts of unclean materials, such as cursed elixirs, elder lich bones, dragon hearts, and shattered relics of evil spirits, based on Solium with souls.

The worst magic sword in history, worthy of the reputation of the Elder Lich.

[Who, whoop. After all, I wasn’t wrong…]

[No, hey. Hey? I can’t move!]

And the Elder Lich, who had even sharpened himself while making the magic sword, threw me away and fell into hibernation. I was left forlornly alone

I wonder if another few decades have passed like that. After a long wait and loneliness, a party of fearless adventurers found me.

[Please die. No, kill me…]

“Jay! Look at this!”

“This ominous aura, this nonsensical life. This is unmistakably a demonic sword!”

“It looks expensive, so let’s get it.”

That’s how I succeeded in coming out into the world with a sword.

The first few hundred years were good. Although it was regrettable that he couldn’t move around with his own body like he did when he was a human, the adventure with the sword had its own taste.

When your heart stops beating, the pleasure of hearing it up close, the joy of seeing its screaming and distorted face when it sucks your soul.

Sometimes he swallowed too many souls and fought battle royales with other souls inside the sword, but it was still an idyllic and faithful day of slaughter.

I grew stronger day by day as I swallowed countless hostility, despair, and master’s soul. As a result, my reputation naturally grew in the world.

The one who hides in the deepest pit of the abyss.

A sword worse than a demon that takes everything else in exchange for one.

Demon sword Karval.

My story has become legendary, and there have been idiots in every age who seek power at all costs. I became a symbol of despair and sorrow, and countless lives were lost at the point of my sword.

Ha, that was my prime. But the problem was that my notoriety had risen too high.

I am a demonic sword made of Solium, which is even said to be the flesh of a god due to its sacredness. In other words, my existence itself was no different from walking blasphemy.

My identity was revealed and the Heretic Questioner was dispatched from the temple. Of course, the first one or two were easily repulsed. However, one or two became dozens, and even the saints participated in the battle.

I seduced the paladin who came to catch me, and fought the temple for a long time in the hands of various masters. But in the end, the end came to me too.

“What a dangerous thing. Let’s lock it up in the first remark of the Great Hall.”

“We accept orders!”

After the rumor that I was being pursued by the temple spread, no one wanted to become my master, so I ended up being locked up in a corner of a musty warehouse.

[Oh, are you a newbie?]

[Who is your house?]

[As for me, it’s blood on the battlefield! Bloodsucker, a demonic sword whose name is also ugly…]

[Yeah, I don’t care about waste.]

There were other ego items besides me in Vigo. Most of them, like me, were from the malignant lands that were sealed after manipulating their masters and running amok.

Of course, there were exceptions everywhere.

[Huh. Anyway, vulgar things, I guess, feel like I’m falling to my level.]

[Why are you fighting again?]

[Well, there’s no way a swordsman like you would know my highest intentions.]

Aries, the holy sword, sleeps waiting for the hero to appear.

Unlike us, who were sealed away for its danger, it was a sacred object enshrined in Vigo for its preciousness. Of course, the treatment was different from those of us who were roughly covered in a magic circle and tied up in a corner.

Center of remarks. A pure white sword that stands tall on a high altar. It’s embarrassing, but that beautiful figure had the magic to draw attention.

[If you give me that kind of piercing gaze, I’m a bit burdened, right? I know how pretty it is.]

[That’s f*cking crazy.]

Except for that dog-like personality.

Anyway, I was half desperate. Vigo’s defense, guarded by saints of each religious order, is truly impregnable. A demonic sword like me will never get out of this place for the rest of my life.

I thought so, but one day. Vigo’s door opened without a sound.

[What, what?]

Then entered the room was a girl who looked to be about sixteen. Platinum hair flowing softly in waves. Beautiful eyes, as if stars were studded in the jet-black universe.

A girl with a surreal beauty that, if I were a human, I would have gotten down on my knees and proposed to her right away. Then what are you doing, I’m a sword now.

Besides, judging from that divine aura, she doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would become my master. With a sigh, I quickly gave up my anticipation.

I can guess who it is. It’s probably the warrior who came to get the holy sword. It seems that the time has come for a new demon king to appear.

[Now, new hero! Hurry up and choose me and be chosen by the Holy Sword!]

As the hero appeared, Aries exclaimed vigorously. She was a bit envious, to be honest. Still, that thing will get out of this damn alcove now.

I was staring blankly at the hero thinking that, but something was strange. Why does it seem like it’s coming at me instead of the Holy Sword?

[Hero?]

“I found it.”

The hero who coolly chewed the call of the holy sword approached the display stand where I was hanging. Then he carefully reached out his hand to me…

No, no. Wait for a sec.

[Gyaaagh!]

Heroes are beings chosen by all gods. Naturally, that body is full of divinity. And I am a demonic sword made with unclean power.

The moment the hero picked me up, I shuddered in terrible pain due to the repulsion of the magic and divine power.

[Let go, let go! You bastard!]

Of course, the warrior’s hand holding me was also burnt due to the repulsion of the demon. However, the hero still spoke expressionlessly, as if he did not feel any pain.

“You, mine, do it.”

[Gaaah! It hurts! It hurts!]

[Calm down, warrior! It’s an evil demon sword! Yes man, Karbal! What did you do to the hero?]

[I want to know too! No, what can I do now that I am sealed?]

As sparks flew from the clash between divine power and demonic energy, I resisted even more fiercely. Darkness emanates from the blade, and destruction whispers to seize the spirit of the hero.

But it’s no use. Due to the mighty protection that surrounds its body, no attacks or temptations work. Rather, it only multiplied my pain by giving strength to his hand.

Seonggeom had a shocked face as if he had NTRed his lover right in front of him. Where is the face on the sword? I don’t know. That’s how it feels

But my feelings were shocking as well. Of course, it’s true that he wanted to go on an adventure in the hands of a new owner, but that wasn’t the hero.

What kind of master is he who can’t even draw or wield a sword in the first place! It would be better to attack the opponent with that power than wield the sword while suppressing the resistance of the divine power and demonic energy.

No, in the first place. I cried out loud with regret.

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[Why are you f*cking with me, leaving the holy sword in good shape!]