The effect of this skill was easy to understand.
As everyone knew, the shorter and more ambiguous a phrase is, the more likely it could produce a glitchy, overpowered effect.
For example, a certain red-eyed rabbit boy had the experience trait.
The result? His leveling speed shot up like a rocket.
Others would take years to reach Lv.2. He did it in a month and a half.
Breaking world records effortlessly.
And from there, progress skyrocketed.
For Renjiro…
The Unification effect was obvious.
When he first realized he had awakened this skill, his first thought was… Ultraman.
"It says 'Unification,' but it's more like 'Fusion,' isn't it?"
That was his understanding.
Luckily, he didn't have to experiment blindly like other adventurers.
The Genshin System always provided precise answers.
Soon, Renjiro fully grasped the importance of the Immortal Blade.
And that was the fundamental reason he valued Arrow of Orion so highly.
The third sub-description of the Immortal Blade stated clearly: the better the equipment in your hands, the longer this state could be maintained.
Unfortunately, Genshin weapons couldn't serve as the medium.
Even the Sword of Descension couldn't.
So, Arrow of Orion was, for Renjiro, essentially a support item for a super ultimate trump card.
He was determined to obtain it.
As for the other two sub-descriptions…
The first was easy: essentially, "what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too."
The second…
What is "quality"?
Legend had it, in a world with the concept of Ruin, there existed a legendary, ridiculously overpowered sword.
It could manipulate microscopic particles, alter macroscopic properties, and even slice through space itself.
It could anchor an entire "world."
In the current world, it would certainly be considered a divine artifact.
The sword was composed of seven crystals representing Courage, Intuition, Freedom, Ethics, Prosperity, Reason, and Dominion.
To wield it, one had to meet the corresponding qualities in seven traits: Bravery, Confidence, Philanthropy, Kindness, Vitality, Calmness, Nobility.
Today…
[Bearer of the Sword, be brave and fearless!] (Rarely does personally step onto the frontlines, so go ahead this time~)
[Bearer of the Sword, be confident and proud!] (You never believed you'd fail… right?)
[Bearer of the Sword, show love for all beings!] (Save the world~ GO! GO! GO!)
[Bearer of the Sword, be kind and pure!] (Your perverted tendencies are apparently pure enough—acting to save a pretty lady is also kind.)
[Bearer of the Sword, full of vitality!] (Also known as horny brain…)
[Bearer of the Sword, remain calm and collected!] (Used to be "sage mode," now "Buddha mode," future is "lying down"… cough~)
[Bearer of the Sword, noble and elegant!] (Timeless and… you know, pretty awesome.)
At this moment, Renjiro could only be grateful that only allies could hear these ridiculous words.
If anyone else did, he might literally claw out a three-room apartment on the spot.
No need for Lumine to use geo constructs to build houses anymore.
Also…
He wanted to complain: Why can't I mute this in my head?
Unbearable.
Then he heard…
[As expected, she still needs more practice. This time, I'll let Lumine take the lead~]
Ah, whatever. Just get this painful process over with.
His thoughts settled…
"Hng~ hng~ hnghnghng~"
The Celtic triangle magic array beneath split in two, one half rising to form a cylindrical light pillar enclosing Renjiro and the others.
The streaks of light descending from the sky struck the pillar's sides one by one.
Whenever a beam fused into the cocoon-like pillar, a pulse of energy, increasingly strong, radiated outward.
Finally…
"You've had enough."
It was unclear who within the light pillar spoke, but the quirky sword—possibly the Genshin System's self-proclaimed—finally stopped being playful.
The final activation command was issued.
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Far west of the continent, within Orario.
A subterranean altar.
It lay beneath the guild headquarters, where a god once offered its existence and prayers to appease the dungeon.
Usually, the dungeon remained docile.
But today…
"Ouranos, the city's situation has worsened."
A frail figure in black robes paused by the altar.
"The dungeon riot hasn't ended. First-tier adventurers like the Fierce are gravely injured… nobody can stop the monster from rampaging."
"And the Babel has collapsed…"
"Now is not the time for despair, Fairs."
The elder god on the altar spoke calmly.
"Even if artificial heroes, descendants of ancient heroes, and current god-made heroes have fallen, a 'last line of defense' for this world still exists."
"This event is critical; they should have already intervened."
"For now, we only need to wait…"
The elder god's words trailed off.
Suddenly, a rare expression of astonishment crossed the ancient face.The elder god, still seated, instinctively wanted to stand when looking southeast, yet remained.
Eyes fixed on a radiant light beyond mortal perception.
At the same time…
"They really used it."
The goddess of beauty, protected on the second floor of the Hostess of Fertility, could easily perceive the golden radiance shooting skyward.
It was brighter than anything else.
Its emergence even caused the rampaging dungeon monster to freeze for the first time.
Previously, it had already bitten off the King arm, broken the Braver's spear, and forced the Sword Princess into a berserk state she still couldn't overcome.
Now, the monster's claw was just inches from the forehead of the last girl who had engaged it—the golden-haired, golden-eyed warrior.
"Damn it…"
Nearby, a severely injured werewolf youth couldn't see the golden radiance.
Without divine sight, he didn't know why the monster suddenly stopped.
If it moved again, Ais would die instantly.
Bete wanted to act.
But facing a monster even stronger than the wild boar bastard from before, he instinctively recalled his weak past:
His kin, family, sister, childhood friends—all killed by a sudden monster attack.
That day… just like today.
Despite having grown stronger, despite having slain his former enemies…
Why… must history repeat itself?
Why is he powerless again?
"Damn it ahhhh~"
His throat almost tore from screaming.
Bete tried to drag his wounded body forward, grimacing.
Even the lightning-shaped tattoo on his arm twisted in fury.
Suddenly…
"Hum~"
Space seemed to warp.
Amid the screams around him, the world seemed to fall silent for a brief moment.
Even…
"Puf~"
The monster's body split in two.
Shells shattered; flesh and blood flew as if in slow motion.
Instinct guided Bete to glance in the direction of the one who had arrived beside the wild boar bastard: a burly man wielding a massive sword with one hand.
He didn't even glance at the bisected monster behind him.
Hidden in a tattered hooded robe, his presence stirred the wind, and faintly, it was visible… he, too, had only one arm.
"After all these years, you've hardly improved, little boar."
The robed man seemed to mock the so-called strongest adventurer.
"Even something like this nearly took your life…"
"I'm beginning to doubt if you really defeated Zald and earned his acknowledgment back then."
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At the border…
"Boom~"
A devastated battlefield became even worse with the arrival of a single figure.
The scorpion monster, previously slaughtering survivors, barely had a chance to react before being caught in an onslaught of wind and lightning.
Riveria looked exhausted.
Not long ago, she and Gareth had barely escorted Lefiya to safety, with Hedin, Hogni, and the Gulliver Brothers assisting.
Five were gravely wounded; one was near death.
Only then had they managed to slow the scorpion monster's assault.
But now…
The once-dominant monster had been turned against its prey.
Its violent magical onslaught, seemingly endless, as if mana was free…
Had Riveria seen such overwhelming force before? Only one name came to mind:
Rivira Santilini.
Decades ago, she had founded the legendary Rivira on the 18th dungeon floor.
Perhaps the younger generation barely knew the name now.
But her title—
[Empress]
For a thousand years, the only… Lv.9 in the lower world.