Finally, we arrived at the location where the sword was said to be kept. As I laid my eyes upon it, a wave of astonishment washed over me. Before me stood a stunning weapon, both cool and striking in its elegance, and immediately, an inkling of familiarity tugged at my memory.
a blade that seems to capture the essence of a raging inferno, yet held in check by a framework of dark, almost obsidian-like metal. The main body of the sword isn't solid steel, but rather a constantly shifting vortex of brilliant blue flames, contained as if by an invisible force along the sharp edges.
These ethereal flames lick and dance, casting an otherworldly glow. Intricate, silver-etched runes snake across the darker metallic parts of the hilt and guard, occasionally flaring with the same inner light.
The hilt is wrapped in a textured, dark material, providing a stark contrast to the fiery blade. At the very top, the pommel features a multifaceted crystal that emits a steady, cool blue light, a captivating focal point that seems to anchor the raw power of the flames within. It's a breathtaking fusion of controlled chaos and elegant design.
My breath caught in my throat as realization dawned on me. :Isn't that the sword that belonged to that idiot in the original game's storyline?' I mused, the pieces falling into place like a well-crafted puzzle. Without a moment's hesitation, I activated the system panel, seeking confirmation of my suspicions.
[Name- Blazing inferno sword
Rank- Gold (damaged)
Type- Spirit Sword (unawakened state)
Attribute- Fire
Compatibility- 92%]
'Good grief, it really is the same one!' I thought, my mind racing with implications. Jack, the game's main character, had indeed acquired this formidable weapon from this very spot. The revelations, however, sent a ripple of confusion through me.
'How could the owner of this shop even consider selling such a valuable item?' The question echoed in my thoughts, gnawing at my sense of logic.
You see, a spirit weapon is no ordinary sword. Unlike mundane armaments forged from simple metal, a spirit weapon is endowed with its own consciousness and possesses the remarkable ability to grow stronger over time, provided it is nurtured with sufficient resources.
It's a rarity that transcends the mere notion of weaponry; a treasure that is deeply intertwined with its wielder and capable of evolving alongside them. The fact that such a treasure was up for sale was nothing short of baffling. Who in their right mind would even entertain the notion of parting with a spirit weapon?
Reflecting on the original game's tale, I remembered just how powerful this sword had made Jack. It wasn't just an enhancement to his abilities; it was a cornerstone of his strength, one of the pivotal turning points in his rise. The bond between Jack and the sword was a testament to their shared journey, demonstrating how the right weapon can become an integral part of a warrior's identity and capabilities.
So, as I stood there, marveling at the shimmering blade before me, I couldn't shake off the bewilderment. Wasn't the owner of this shop a skilled forger? How could someone so adept in the art of craftsmanship overlook the immense value of such a remarkable artifact? The possibility that the sword was being treated as just another item for sale filled me with confusion. How could anyone fail to see the treasure that this weapon truly represented?
As I cast my gaze over the intricate details of the System panel once more, a sense of clarity washed over me. The reality of what I was witnessing finally clicked into place. It wasn't simply a matter of the forger lacking skill; rather, the sword's level was just too elevated for the forger's current abilities. Compounding the issue, the sword's spirit lay dormant, trapped in a deep sleep, while the blade itself, despite having a seemingly pristine appearance on the outside, was harboring significant damage beneath the surface.
The shop owner, for all of his experience, did not possess the discerning eye required to recognize its true potential in its current, compromised state.
'Damn! Isn't Jack's luck almost absurdly fortuitous for a villain?' I mused, recalling the original storyline where he had managed to acquire this very sword for a measly sum of just 20 gold coins. It seemed like fate itself conspired to favor the villain.
But that was irrelevant to me now; what mattered was that this sword was destined to become mine. I couldn't help but wonder how this twist of fate would reverberate through Jack's plans—would it infuriate him? Would it change the course of his story? The uncertainty gave me a thrill.
"Do you want to buy it? If you're not interested, we might not have what you're looking for," said the Saction guard, his voice breaking through my thoughts as he stood there with an air of impatience.
"No, no, this sword is definitely worth it! I will buy it," I replied hastily, my mind racing with apprehension that perhaps I might lose the opportunity or face some unforeseen complication that would prevent me from making the purchase.
"Where should I settle the payment?" I added, urgency lacing my words as I desperately sought to secure my newfound treasure. The stakes felt high, and I wasn't about to let anything slip through my fingers.
"Great, you can settle the payment over at the sword sanction counter. Let me guide you there," he said with a newfound enthusiasm, a noticeable shift in his demeanor. It was as if the act of selling me this sword had lightened his mood. I couldn't help but notice the slight bounce in his step, suggesting that perhaps it was more than just a transaction for him; it was a small victory, perhaps, in a long day of serving customers.
Once we reached the counter, he swiftly retrieved the sword from its resting place, presenting it to me with a sense of reverence. As I took hold of the weapon, a surprising sensation washed over me—its weight was practically nonexistent. This magnificent piece of craftsmanship was labeled as a "gold grade" weapon, yet it felt as though it had been crafted from the very air itself. However, I also know that it was in a damaged state, even though it not look like a damaged sword but it is one. My imagination began to run wild—if it were fully restored, how formidable could this sword truly become? The thought thrilled me.
In the original game, Jack, the character I had maneuvered through countless trials, never had the chance to completely repair this weapon. His journey was marked by battles and stupid choices, leading him to endlessly wield a weapon that was never at its peak performance. During the climactic late stages of the game, in a fit of desperation against a monstrous adversary, this sword met its demise, shattered beyond repair by a reckless and idiotic act.
I exited the dimly lit room, the promise of new adventures looming before me. In no time, I settled my payment at the counter, the clinking of coins echoing in the stillness. With the sword affixed to my side, I took the opportunity to explore the surrounding shop, eager to find something that would complement my newfound treasure. However, after rummaging through various trinkets and armory pieces, disappointment settled in—I found nothing that piqued my interest.
Just as I was about to step foot outside, my gaze caught a familiar figure in the bustling crowd. My heart raced as recognition struck me like a bolt of lightning. It was a face that I thinking to smash in my thoughts. After all, he was not just a random stranger; he epitomized the essence of villainy, or as some might argue, the protagonist of this world—his narrative woven into the very fabric of the game's lore.
He was unmistakable: jet-black hair cascading in tousled waves, piercing brown eyes that held a depth of unfathomable darkness, and attire enveloped in an aura of mystery, clad entirely in black. He embodied the archetype of a classic protagonist, a character molded by fate and conflict, and one who was destined to shape the world around him. I felt both funny and curiosity surge within me as I contemplated what this encounter might mean for my journey ahead.
'now your sword is with me, so will you get a new weapon with your luck?' I thought but I didn't wait and left the Shop not wanting to clash with him so soon because he will be a useful tool in near future.
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