On a distant planet countless light-years away from Earth, the world shone brilliantly—full of music, celebration, and splendor, like a paradise.
A humanoid figure arrived alone on this radiant world.
His body was pitch-black and gleaming, muscles knotted with strength. He wore nothing at all—not even a scrap of cloth. In his hand, he carried a jet-black sword.
Even in the brightest places, shadows inevitably exist.
So his arrival did not surprise the giant god lounging on the throne—arms wrapped around companions on either side.
"You've come."
"Yes. I've come."
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I already did."
"You came here only to die."
"I came to send you, the lofty god who knows nothing of mortal suffering… to your death."
"You sound confident. Because of that blasphemous sword?"
"Yes. Because of this sword."
"Hahahahaha!"
The god burst into laughter.
Then his eyes suddenly sharpened as he glared down the steps at the mortal daring to meet a god's gaze.
"Arrogant!"
"I've killed countless wielders of that so-called god-slaying sword! Today, you'll become just another corpse among them!"
"Be honored!"
"To die at the hands of a god, you insignificant insect!"
The towering god—over three meters tall—rose from his radiant crystal throne and descended the steps slowly, exuding overwhelming pressure.
Light and darkness spread behind them.
Two completely opposing forces.
Yet in an instant—
The deep shadows behind the blasphemer were driven away by the omnipresent light of the divine hall, retreating into a small corner beneath his feet.
The man's expression faltered.
Then panic appeared.
He had only recently obtained the god-slaying sword. Confidence filled him so completely that he believed himself second only to heaven itself.
Without understanding the concept of patience, he had rushed straight to seek revenge against the false god who had exploited his people until he alone remained.
But the god gave him no chance.
A blade of light slashed diagonally.
The blasphemer didn't even swing his sword once.
He was instantly cut down.
His lower body remained standing, while his upper half collapsed onto the polished floor, blood spraying across the mirror-smooth surface of the magnificent divine hall.
Would he win?
Absolutely not.
The black sword clattered to the ground.
The giant god sneered with disgust and stomped down with his enormous foot.
BOOM!
"…Hm?"
The golden crystal floor shattered like a spiderweb beneath the impact.
But there was no sensation of stepping on the sword.
When the god lifted his foot, the black blade had already vanished.
"Tch."
"Ran pretty fast."
The giant god sneered again and returned to his throne, resuming his indulgent revelry.
As for the corpse below—
His mortal servants would clean it up.
They always did.
"In the past few centuries," the god muttered lazily, "the chosen wielders of the blasphemous sword have grown weaker and weaker."
"Almost no gods have been slain by it anymore."
"It seems the remnants of the once-mighty God Butcher have finally reached their end."
"Hahahahaha!"
The god's laughter echoed.
Meanwhile—
Within the Shadow Domain, the All-Black Necrosword silently traveled through darkness, having captured that mocking laughter.
Just wait…
You false gods.
My god, Knull, will return one day.
And when that day comes—
Suddenly—
A massive invisible hand tore through the barrier of the shadow realm and snatched the sword away.
Like a kitten grabbed by the scruff of its neck.
Inside the shadow realm, the slumbering shadow creatures lifted their heads in confusion.
What just happened?
Where did Master go?
…
Back on Earth
Inside Dane Whitman's family warehouse.
The All-Black Necrosword…
Leon stared blankly as the jet-black blade appeared quietly inside his system inventory.
He could hardly believe it.
Not long ago the system had already given him the Armadam Spirit Stone.
And now—
Another legendary item.
Truly magnificent.
"Leon?"
Seeing that Leon hadn't moved since picking up the Ebony Blade, Sersi and Sprite exchanged glances.
Sprite quietly moved closer to Dane Whitman, ready to turn him invisible and escape if necessary.
Meanwhile, Sersi's palm glowed with golden cosmic patterns as she carefully approached Leon.
The tension in the warehouse rose sharply.
Then—
Leon moved.
"!!!"
Sprite immediately turned herself and Dane Whitman invisible.
Sersi slammed her palms against the floor.
Instantly, the ground of the warehouse softened like flowing water.
When Leon stepped forward, his feet didn't sink. Instead, ripples spread outward across the surface.
"Darling… what are you doing?"
Leon casually spun the Ebony Blade in his hand with a flourish, a delighted smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Looking down at Sersi—who was kneeling in front of him while maintaining her power—he asked with amusement.
"Leon… you're not being controlled by the sword, are you?"
Sersi asked cautiously.
Sprite and Dane Whitman reappeared near the warehouse entrance.
"Holy sh—!"
Whitman clutched his head.
"Sprite, Sersi… you two have superpowers?!"
"Uh…"
"Something like that."
Sprite forced an awkward smile.
Their Eternal identity absolutely couldn't be revealed to an ordinary human. Let Whitman misunderstand—it was easier that way.
"It's fine now."
"I'll be taking this sword."
Leon said calmly to Dane Whitman.
Whitman had no objections.
Although he felt a little guilty toward his ancestors, he truly had no desire to inherit the Ebony Blade.
He just wanted to live his own life.
With the owner's permission secured, Leon smiled.
Then he casually tossed the Ebony Blade beside him.
The sword sank directly into his shadow, disappearing without a trace.
Next, Leon bent down and lifted Sersi from the floor.
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered teasingly:
"That position just now… was pretty nice."
"Leon!"
Sersi's face flushed bright red as she lightly slapped his chest—half embarrassed, half annoyed.
"Let's go."
"I'm in a good mood today."
"Anywhere you want to go—I'm paying."
Leon carried the blushing Sersi in a princess carry and walked toward Sprite and Dane Whitman.
"Anywhere?" Sprite asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
"Of course."
Leon nodded.
"In that case…"
Sprite's eyes darted mischievously.
A short while later—
The group arrived at the largest amusement park in London.
There weren't too many people, but every ride still had lines.
To avoid the hassle—
Leon simply used his money power and bought the entire amusement park.
With VIP access, they could ride anything instantly.
Leon also invited Dane Whitman to join them.
But Dane had already eaten enough "relationship dog food" for the day and had no desire to be a third wheel.
He politely declined.
Instead, he contacted several friendly women he had met at a bar earlier and went off to celebrate his newfound freedom.
After finally escaping the curse of the family sword—
Tonight would probably be a wild night for him.
Evening
After playing all afternoon, Leon and the others sat on a bench beside the amusement park's Ferris wheel.
Sprite rested her head on Leon's thigh and quickly fell asleep.
On the other side, Sersi intertwined her fingers with Leon's.
She leaned gently against his shoulder with a soft smile on her face.
At that moment—
She wished time would simply stop.
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