Sword Of The One True King

Grant just sat there stunned after he had finished reading through the descriptions of all the items.

Out of 23 items he actually managed to get eight rare items, one epic item, and even a semi-legendary item! He couldn't believe that he had managed to get that lucky. Clearly his prayers had paid off!

Before doing anything else, he grabbed the Skill Scroll for Heavy Strike and immediately learned it. Though he doubted it would serve much of a purpose in fights against the stronger enemies he would inevitably face, it may shine in particular moments.

After he had learned the skill, he immediately grabbed the rucksack and stuffed all of the general goods and potions into the bag.

He was beginning to run low on time and he had to set off to meet Skit sooner rather than later, so he decided that he would spend more time looking into the usefulness of the general goods and the potions at a later date and time.

The moment he was done putting all of the excess items into the rucksack, he immediately stripped off the track suit he was currently wearing and threw it in the rucksack as well. Before he threw Wet Noodle into the bag, he paused to appreciate all that the weapon had made possible too him.

When he was at his weakest and most vulnerable moment of his life, this weapon had come to him in a flash of light and made it possible for him to grow so strong, so quickly.

Without Wet Noodle, he wouldn't be where he was today.

While Grant was standing in the front yard fondly reminiscing on where he had begun the Path he now walked, a small group of survivors walked past him.

But unlike other times, this group of survivors didn't stop and talk to him. Because in their eyes, he was just a crazy guy standing in the front yard of a house in nothing but his underwear holding a sword.

They figured that he had lost his mind and was just waiting to be devoured by some monster or zombie.

They just glanced at Grant for a mere moment before whispering to each other that he was a lost cause and then they shuffled away far quicker than they had arrived.

Grant completely ignored the group of survivors because he was too caught up in his own thoughts.

After a moment of silence for the blade that began it all, Grant fondly placed it inside the rucksack as well.

Once he had put away all the new and old items that no longer served a purpose, he reached down and picked up the chest plate.

The moment he was done putting on the chest plate he continued on with the legs, gloves, arm guards, boots, and then finally the cape.

Once he was finished equipping all of the new armor pieces, he reached down and grabbed all of the new accessories and quickly equipped them as well.

After he had finished placing all of the new equipment on, Grant felt a surge of power rush through his body. Yet again, his stats had a massive jump and Grant couldn't help but be intoxicated by the feeling. At this point, he was just itching for a fight so he could test his new limits. He had no doubt that fighting any of the Enlightened Tier monsters from his past would be a walk in the park now.

While enjoying the surging power, Grant glanced down at the massive sword still laying in front of him.

The blade was at least 4 or 5 feet long, a double sided blade that curved outward as it approached the end of the blade. It was basically a T shape with a small half circle cut into the blade at the very tip. The guard for the handle were two bones protruding from the center of the blade and they curved upward at a 90 degree angle at the end of the guards. There was also a rib cage running up the center of the blade on both sides giving it more stability. The entirety of the blade seemed to be glowing as if it were on fire. Although Grant could tell there were no actual flames surrounding it. The only thing plain about the weapon was the handle itself.

It was clear to Grant that the blade had been designed by an undead, for an undead, because of the excess of bones used in its design. No sane craftsmen would design a weapon like this for a warrior aligned with the forces of good.

That didn't matter to Grant however, because with his Path, he wasn't influenced by whether a skill or weapon was aligned to good or evil. What mattered to him, was that the weapon was powerful.

The moment that Grant wrapped his hand around the handle of the weapon, he saw images of what he assumed was a dwarf of some sort, based on his thick bushy beard, short but thick stature, and the fact that he was hammering away at the blade. Then the image flashed again to a massive undead with a crown, wielding the blade in the midst of a massive army. He was using the blade to cleave enemies in half like they were blades of grass in is way.

Before the last image faded away, it appeared to Grant as if the Undead King turned in his direction and peered directly into his eyes. The last image he saw was the Undead King staring directly at him with what appeared to be it's attempt at a smile.

When Grant awoke from his daze, he realized he was covered from head to toe in sweat.

Just locking eyes with the undead was enough to make him realize the vast distance he still needed to cover to reach the level of power he dreamed of attaining.

After Grant picked up the sword, he realized that there was a leather strap with a small ring built into it. On closer inspection, he realized that on the handle there was a small hook protruding and he realized that instead of a sheath, the blade would just hang freely on his back.

When he inevitably visited one of the new human settlements, he would have to store the blade inside his bag or he would be swarmed with questions just based on its appearance alone. But that would be an issue he would need to address in the future. So he wrapped the leather strap diagonally across his chest with the hook near his shoulder blade.

Afterwards, with what appeared to be practiced motions, he swung the blade over his shoulder and hooked the protruding part of the blade into the loop before the blade just hung there.

Now that he was fully equipped and ready to go, Grant once again stepped back out onto the road and continued his walk towards the park.

After walking for fifteen more minutes, Grant finally arrived at the park. As he walked towards the center of the park, he realized that he couldn't even sense the entrance to the so called dungeon and the terrain appeared to be exactly as it had always been.

That however, changed as he approached the lake that was in the middle of the park. To the right of him, located in the corner of two hills intersecting with each other, Grant saw a fluctuation in the terrain. A wave similar to the one created by a pebble being dropped into water, rippled across the grass.

He was immediately alarmed and drew his new Great Sword from his back before taking a defensive stance readying himself for a fight.

He immediately relaxed though because a voice that he was familiar with reached him mere moments after the strange phenomenon.

"Ohoho, it appears that you have grown much stronger since we last met, human."

"I thought I told you to call me by my name, Skit. It's nice to see that you're no longer walking around without clothes on. I was starting to wonder if you were some type of exhibitionist or something."

"Cheeky as ever it seems. I am not one to care about how I am perceived. But I did not have my robes on the first few times we met because you humans seem to be much less threatened by a pure skeleton than one wearing magus robes with a staff."

Just like Skit had said, he was now wearing a faintly glowing purple robe with a golden staff with a large stone or crystal of some sort attached to the end.

The first two times Grant had met Skit, he had just been walking around purely as a skeleton and didn't appear to be special by any stretch of the imagination.

Grant couldn't help but agree with what he said about appearance though, because even he himself felt less threatened with the way he was before.

"Before we continue though, I do have one pressing question. And based on your answer I will decide whether to kill you here and now or continue with our conversation.

Why are you wielding The Sword of the One True King? That weapon should not be in this world, let alone wielded by a human."