preparing

previously, the entity possessing mc entered a hidden underground lab and collected a sword with an ominous aura of evil and now one without the blade.

the sword shone so brightly it was blindly.

it then calmed down.

the sword's blade had appeared from nothing, shining brightly.

it looked like it was made of light.

but soon the blade started to oscillate and became unstable then it turned off.

the demon's vision became blurry.

then, he fainted.

sometime later.

"𝔥𝔪𝔪, ℑ 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡"

"𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢, 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔢𝔱"

"𝔥𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔥ℌAℌAℌAℌA"

"𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢, ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶.."

"𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢!"

"𝔫𝔬𝔴, ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢"

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meanwhile in the human kingdom..

"hello, we are here to take the special weapons on his majesty's orders"

"here"

the woman handed over a sheet of paper, rolled up and closed by a seal with a symbol.

the guard of the door opened the letter, after reading it he opened the door.

"you may pass"

the woman, along with the three soldiers with her entered the room.

"wooah"

inside was a small armory.

a long room with only equipment inside.

weapons, red in color, adorned the walls.

at the end, there were stands holding armors, coaxed with the same deep, red color.

they walked along the red carpet and reached the weapons.

the red haired boy picked up a spear.

and the older, muscular man grabbed a broadsword.

then the it was the general's turn.

she approached the other wall, and just took a knife.

"eh? is it fine for you to only take a knife?"

"don't worry, I have my own weapon"

"eeeh, unfair"

"lily, watch your mouth when you're talking to general"

"oh, sorry general"

"is it fine if I pick up a piece of armor instead?"

"sure, I know you are better with hand-to-hand combat"

"thank you general"

the short girl then walked to the end of the room, through a door, to where the armors were stored and took a two gloves.

"are you all ready?"

"uuh, not really"

"are there really no other soldiers available?"

"at your order general"

"very well then, let's depart"

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back into the lab..

mc is sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

then he opens his eyes, they were still black and red.

"𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔴"

"𝔥𝔪𝔪"

"ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔰"

"𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡"

"𝔥𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔥𝔢"

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in dwarvenor, the dwarven fortress-kingdom..

inside the impenetrable walls, there resides a smithy of comically large proportions.

every wall of this place was a furnace.

every inch of the floor was covered in anvils.

the scorching fire rendered this an inhabitable location.

though, for dwarfs, this was heaven.

hundreds of buff men, all wearing protective clothes and masks.

all busy forging something.

*thun* *thun* *thun*

they kept beating the hot iron on their anvils until it took shape.

then, their stopped to look at it, it was a sword, sturdy and beautiful, almost perfect.

"hmm"

he took the piece up with some pincers, and then, he just threw it on the ground.

"failure"

he took a new block of iron out of the furnace on the wall, and restarted.

all of the hundreds of buff men kept repeating this process.

again and again.

but this wasn't all there is to this place.

up some stairs, past a small bridge, into a small castle.

past a door, inside a room, all the way at the end of the beautiful red carpet on the ground.

from a side of the room to the other, a black thing filled the end of this room.

it had big, black scales, and if you looked to the right side of the room big white claws were lying on the ground, extending from the thing..

it was the arm of a dragon.

at the center of the arm, a hole, big enough to fit a person.

it was a throne.

and sitting on that throne, was an old, buff man.

he was so old his white beard reached the ground.

so old, that his skin had more pockets than his clothes.

his eyes ere absent.

"sire!"

"uh?"

"ngh"

he had been woken up.

"sire, wake up"

"oh, mevrl, it's you"

"don't shout, I'm awake"

his voice was weak, yet deep, like a thunder in the distance.

"sire, the humans have attached again"

"oh, I see"

"so, were there any losses?"

"just the bullets that we showered them in"

"hehe, good"

"but I must say, they're really persistent"

"and sire, there is another thing"

"oh? what is it?"

"we have detected a small human squad being sent to the cursed forest"

"hoh?"

"that squad hasn't returned yet"

"but they seem to be sending another one"

"hmmm"

"this is worrying"

"eh? what do you mean, sire?"

"though they are insistent, throwing away units like this during a war.."

"there must be something worth the sacrifice in there"

"the humans must have had a hunch about some powerful relic"

"we can't allow them to sully precious weapons"

"send a squad!"

"yes!"

*rumble*

"woah!"

"damned beast!"

"just you wait, one day we'll kill you!"

'he's getting old...'

"You damned beast!"

'hm, who knows.. maybe the artifact in the forest will help us deal with this damned beast'

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back into the lab..

he was still sitting cross-legged, right in front of the pedestal where the sword was.

then, once again, he opened his eyes.

a grin creeped onto his face.

"𝔥𝔢𝔥𝔢"

"ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔠k𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔰"

"𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔞k"

"ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡!"

"KℌAℌAℌAℌA"

a demon has appeared, ready to endanger this world.

the pieces are all coming together.

what will be of our main character?

only time will answer that.

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sorry if I haven't posted in a while, I was in vacation in Italy lol.