The Scythe of a Shadow Soldier

Remirg stood in awe as he analyzed the weapon offered by the Item shop.

They were nowhere less than OP. 

But the one thing which was itching the most in his mind was the fact that they were offered to him, aka the player, at a very nominal price, bringing into consideration the sheer power they possessed.

This single fact made Remirg wondering what the true destructive power of a tier-A weapon would then be. 

Still, his present scenario brought him back to his senses, making him aware that he was suspiciously standing in a tiny backyard, staring blankly at a wall, doing practically nothing.

Shrugging away any of his doubts about his choice, he clicked on the [BUY] button, a feeling of a mix of excitement and nervousness filling up inside him.

But what happened next was something totally unanticipated. 

A six-foot long scythe, roughly about an inch or two greater than his height, appeared right in front of him, embedded roughly ten centimeters deep in the ground, standing perpendicular to the ground.

Its appearance produced such a great prana density difference that the surrounding prana was almost disheveled, producing a great rumbling sound, akin to that of an earthquake. Though there were no tremors at all. And thankfully, nobody was present in the vicinity to experience that incident at all.

Immediately activating Prana Presence, Remirg detected the presence of a very ominous purple prana from the great weapon, emanating an uncanny aura in the surroundings, almost if trying to express a deep malicious intent.

Sensing the ominous prana, Remirg knew what he needed to do.

Holding out his right hand, he relaxed his palm, letting a stream of prana particles flow from his hand and connected with the scythe's prana.

And the moment it did, Remirg felt a sharp pain rising in his forehead, a pain almost unbearable by any mortal. But it lasted just a singular second, fading away the moment Remirg's mouth had involuntarily opened, to let out a shrill shriek, which was controlled right in time.

He was on the verge of palpitations, streams of sweat flowing down his face, looking life as if he had the greatest of nightmares.

And what Remirg just experienced inside his brain was nothing less than the worst nightmare he ever had.

In a single second, he had experienced the whole life of a being he had never known before. He had experienced the most hellish of encounters.

Bodies splattering the landscapes like individual particles of paint, stained in dried blood, which had coagulated in a gruesome purplish color, coloring the rotten bodies lying under the heavily over casted sky marked with pitch-black clouds.

Dead eyes wide open in horror, portraying the horrifying last moments of the soldiers before they met with their crushing fate.

Remirg, who was strangely experiencing all of it, was stationed right inside the mutilated body of one of such soldiers, holding a very familiar scythe, though spattered with blood, looking a lot older than what he himself had received.

Before dying, the soldier inside whom Remirg was, uttered a few words, which conveniently, Remirg could understand. The words were spoken in the native language of his world, Sebran.

But what he heard next was a series of vague phrases, as they the scene was being fast forward, considering the whole memory was projected to him in one second.

The shadow soldiers exclaimed his final words as his soul left his mortal body,

"May Finz bring pro..... to.... our world..... I..... leave."

And the moment the soldier's body fell, Remirg was pulled back into his world.

He could still not comprehend what just happened to him. The sudden transition had just knocked him out of his place. Though one singular detail had been implanted into his mind while watching it all.

The word "Finz" made him realize that the soldier was part of the great war in which his parents had died. An event which he could never forget at all.

Still, his senses made his hands act on his own, opening his inventory.

He carefully stored the recording of what he had just experienced into it in the form of a memory inside the inventory. 

He made a mental note to investigate it out later. Now was not the time to bring out old memories. It would just prove to be a hurdle in his ambition.

Pulling his mind out of it, Remirg turned to face the gigantic scythe.

Conveniently, he had succeeded in making his prana compatible with that of the Scythe's. Its prana was now glowing a bright orange, just like his.

It had now completely ceased to produce any more of the ominous prana, as it drained away all the grievances of its old owner. It was high time it had received a new master. And Remirg was the perfect one to wield it.

While trying to pull it out of the ground, Remirg felt his ears going red.

He just realized that he had mastered the Basic Possession spell Level 1. It was sheepish of him to exert any physical force to extract it.

Stopping in his actions, Remirg backed off, extending his right hand as he cried,

"Shisu Kannas!"

The effect it produced was quite satisfactory for his standards.

The Scythe was slowly pulled out of the ground magically, producing the least of sounds. It hovered for a moment in the air before landing in Remirg's arms the next moment.

Unlike what Remirg had expected, it didn't feel heavy at all. It was surprisingly light, maneuverable with ease. He could easily swing it around himself in circles. Quite a good weapon to suit the standards of a newbie in combat.

Though the scythe was quite large, Remirg had no problem handling it. It almost felt as if it had been his companion for years. As if he had been using it for years.

He made a certain "motherly" look at it, as though it was the most precious thing he ever possessed. Though precious it was.

It was the moment when he was going to stash it into his inventory when the Simulator had popped another new notification. It possessed some very useful information.

[THE PLAYER HAS SUCCESSFULLY PURCHASED THE SHADOW SOLDIER'S SCYTHE! THE PLAYER MAY REFER TO A FEW OF ITS SPECIAL ATTRIBUTES WHICH ARE LISTED AS FOLLOWS-

1. THE SCYTHE IS MADE OF SINARCHIAN STEEL, PROVIDING TOUGHNESS AND LIGHTNESS BOTH AT THE SAME TIME.

2. ITS BLADE CAN BE RETRACTED BY THE PAYMENT OF A SINGULAR "PRANA PARTICLE", IN ORDER TO MORPH IT IN THE FORM OF A BATTLE STAFF.

3. THE SCYTHE WILL UNLOCK MORE ATTRIBUTES AST HE PLAYER LEVELS UP.

CURRENT LEVEL: -3]

Remirg raised his eyebrows as he got to know that the scythe can be retracted in the form of a staff, which could be quite useful in a battle where he did not require to injure his opponent mortally.

Letting a prana particle out of the tip of his left right index finger, which was grabbing the scythe.

The blades immediately were pulled back into the long handle itself, conveniently morphing it into the form of a long staff.

It was then when Remirg started to notice the design of the weapon.

Its handle was made of an unknown, dark black metallic material, which, he believed, was 'Sinarchian Steel', as referred by the Simulator.

Engravings were made on it, unusually in Sebran characters, rather than the unknown symbols he had been encountering up until now.

The handle also possessed occasional external grooves, for the sake of providing the grandeur to its design.

The blade, which Remirg pulled back out by donating another prana particle, was also made up of the very same material, its edges unbelievably sharp, as though they could pierce even the toughest of armors.

Quite convinced at the fanciness and usefulness of the weapon, he finally decided to stash it into the inventory.

Surely, he would not be walking the entire city, holding an abominable weapon in his hand.

The process took not more than a few seconds. Safely stored inside the inventory, it could now draw no public attention, which Remirg hated the most.

Carefully making his way out of the tiny area surrounding the back wall, Remirg stumbled right into the main road.

Taking a look around, he spotted a sign which read,

"SHISA CITY, 1 KM AHEAD"

And seeing it made him realize that he had been running on an empty stomach for two days straight. He really needed to get some food. And the city was the best place he could.

"Wouldn't hurt to have a spot of lunch, eh?"