Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Completed Sword Art
It took an hour for everyone to get their weapon.
It was a little disappointing for a few of them since none of the swords seed to acknowledge them as their master, but with Damian sending a glare at so of the swords, the swords had no choice but to reluctantly acknowledge them.
Forcing a spiritual sword to obey would not be the most efficient way to use it, since the wielder would be unable to bring out the sword’s full power.
Spiritual swords are naturally proud; even if they are made to submit through force, they will never allow their true potential to be fully utilized.
Instead, the sword would constantly struggle to break free, and as a result, it would develop imnse hatred and could potentially beco corrupted swords.
It’s not that the swords judged them to be less talented or anything of that sort.
The spiritual swords were naturally proud entities, unwilling to settle for anything less than exactly what they desired from their wielder.
Every spiritual sword was different from the others.
Even if they shared the sa type of energy, shape, and size, what they sought in a potential master was never the sa.
If even a single requirent was not t, the spiritual swords would refuse to acknowledge the wielder, regardless of how imnse their talent might be.
This was evident in the case of the won from Damian’s family, who, without exception, possessed talents that could be considered top-notch even when compared to the geniuses of both the lower and upper planes, yet so of them were still not acknowledged by the swords.
But that’s not the case here, though.
Damian, as their creator, was the default master and owner of all the swords embedded in the yard.
He had made them choose their masters, aning they would wholeheartedly accept anyone he wished.
Moreover, the swords could sense that all the won present shared a connection in essence with Damian, their father and creator, and so they willingly acknowledged them as well.
“fufu it’s kind of funny…” Maria and Yuki chuckled, looking at Elfie, who had an annoyed expression, while her brother Arlen rubbed his head with a nervous smile, holding a sword in his hand.
During the sword acknowledgnt, none of the spiritual swords in the yard acknowledged Elfie, so Damian had to choose one for her.
Arlen, on the other hand, was acknowledged by a sword on its own, which was a surprising turn of events.
Even though they were siblings, Elfie had always been considered to have more potential, greater talent, and sharper battle instincts than her brother.
Yet, it was Arlen who was chosen, not her.
“Oh shut up,”
Elfie grunted and turned her face away.
“It’s nothing to feel bad about… just because the sword didn’t acknowledge you now doesn’t an it never will,” Damian said, looking at Elfie.
His words seed to work, as her face brightened, regaining the smile she had before. “You can simply co back and try again after a few years…”
“The sword chooses its bearer based on many different factors. Your brother just happened to beco completely compatible with one of the hundreds of swords in here,” Damian said, turning his attention to the white sword in Arlen’s hand.
“The sword is called Helioscript, the Sun-Inscribed Sword. I created it using an alloy of a special material found only near the core of an active star. The stronger you beco and the more energy you channel through it, the hotter the blade grows. If you reach a certain level, the sword can release the entire energy of the sun in a single strike. It is an incredibly powerful sword,” Damian explained, his gaze fixed on Arlen. “Take good care of it.”
“I will, brother-in-law,” Arlen nodded vigorously.
“The best way to care for a spiritual sword,” Damian continued sternly, “is for its wielder to continuously grow stronger, waking up each day better than the day before.” Arlen clearly understood what his brother-in-law ant. He should not just work hard; he had to beco powerful.
“I-I will not disappoint you, brother-in-law,” Arlen said, nodding with the eagerness of a young student.
Damian smiled in satisfaction, and Elfie watched the interaction between the two brothers-in-law with a warm feeling in her chest.
She couldn’t help but love what she was seeing, her king treating her brother as if he were his own.
Her thoughts drifted back to life before eting her king.
She and her brother had been orphans, struggling just to make it through each week.
Their lives changed when they pursued the path of awakeners and entered the tower, facing one challenge after another until they t Damian, their king.
He was the person they trusted most, the one Ellie was certain she would bear children with in the near future.
“C-Children…”
Elfie’s cheeks flushed at the thought. She hadn’t even done the deed with her king yet; she was still a virgin. Not just her, every high human wife was a virgin too.
Damian smiled and shook his head, reading her thoughts perfectly.
In fact, he knew that almost every woman here was thinking about doing the deed with him and he was thinking about it too.
He was not just a progenitor of any race; he was the Primordial progenitor, the origin of all intelligent races in the universe.
His need to procreate was boundless. In the past, it had been so overwhelming that he could barely control it.
But now, having grown imnsely powerful, controlling those urges had beco effortless.
Yet, just because they were easy to manage did not an they had disappeared; they still lingered, quietly present.
Damian, too, felt that desire.
He longed to indulge in it, to ravage them in pure ecstasy, drown them in pleasure, and claim those he had not yet taken, making them his completely.
Still, there were more important matters at hand.
He could not afford to stray from what needed to be done, for the betternt of the universe, for every being within it, for his family.
Gently, Damian placed his hand over Elfie’s head, ruffling her hair.
“Co with . I have one more thing for everyone.”
With a snap of his fingers, [Shadow Essence] seeped from Damian’s foot, spreading instantly to every mber of his family.
It enveloped them completely, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
When their surroundings solidified, they found themselves inside another do, the one at the center of the library.
The floor beneath them was lined with hundreds of towering shelves, arranged in endless rows and columns, each packed with millions of books.
And this was only the ground floor.
“I have collected billions of books and other readable materials from all over the universe,” Damian began as he led them toward the third floor.
“Alongside those, I’ve studied and modified countless works myself through endless research and experints across nearly every topic you could imagine. On the third floor, you will find materials specifically about Awakeners, focusing mostly on cultivation, techniques, and other skills. Nearly every single one of these is top-notch and sothing you wouldn’t find anywhere else.”
When they reached the third floor, the sheer number of neatly shelved books, hundreds of millions, left them montarily speechless.
“Is this where the [Infernal Bird Art] ca from, my son?” Valentina asked, her eyes scanning the titles of nearby books in surprise.
“Yes,” Damian replied with a nod. “This is where I developed the technique, or more accurately, where I perfected it after countless trials and errors.”
The [Infernal Bird Art] was a sword art composed of a series of techniques and formations, each level stronger than the last. Damian had created it countless years ago.
He had developed this particular sword art with the celestial race in mind, specifically Fire Phoenixes.
It was designed to bring out the full power of the Fire Phoenixes, his family to be exact.
And when he thought of his family mbers, he ant his mother, his aunt, and his four sisters, including his only cousin, who were all Fire Phoenixes.
Damian nodded as a thought struck him while he looked at his mother. “Actually, before I regress, I managed to further develop the [Infernal Bird Art]. I just never had the chance to give it to you.”
With a gesture, a book slid from one of the shelves and landed in his hand. “This is the new and developed [Infernal Bird Art].”
“This is… [Infernal Bird Incarnation Art]?” Victoria muttered, staring at the title in her elder brother’s hand.
“I was already under the impression that the Infernal Bird Art had been perfected. To think you improved it even further and developed four more levels, it’s unbelievable, brother,” Tasha said, her eyes sparkling.
No matter the era or plane, her brother always managed to shock her in entirely new ways.
Damian smiled faintly. “There is no such thing as perfection. If sothing is perfect, it simply ans it can no longer grow or develop, which goes against the very rule of existence. Developnt is necessary for everything; without it, existence stagnates.”
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