Yes, sadly I still didn’t manage to complete even one of the three requirements to unlock the full potential of my weapon.
[Sealed Weapon]
[Name: ???]
[Rarity: ???]
[Skills: ???]
To break the seal:
Bathe in the blood of a worthy adversary.
Submerge in the waters of a cursed spring.
Sharpen on the bones of a dragon.
“How did we not notice this before?!” Miri shouted while glancing at my saber which was in Dragnar’s hands as he inspected it intently.
“… We were too excited due to the arrival of Quinnie and his subsequent acceptance of us as his mothers.” Lumi replied with a slight amount of embarrassment evident in her adorable features. I think I could see her long ears turning a shade redder than normal.
“Do you know something about it?” I asked curiously. This blade has been a mystery to me ever since laying my eyes on it.
“Yes.” It was Dragnar who replied. “I’m absolutely certain that it is the creation of Björn, the greatest artificer among our ranks.”
I couldn’t help but gasp. “You’re saying the most talented primordial is the one who created this saber?!”
“Most talented in crafting gear!” Miri corrected me with a small hint of jealousy in her tone.
“Yes. Björn had crafted my [God-Slaying Oblivion] as well.” Dragnar revealed.
Holy… “Then I must work towards unsealing it. Oh! Since he’s here, can’t he do it for me?”
“Quinnie is very opportunistic.” Lumi snickered jovially.
Karl spoke up suddenly. “Björn is a stubborn mule. I’ve been begging him for a weapon since forever but he refuses my requests all the time. It pains my fragile heart greatly… Oink.”
“Can I ask why you look like a bipedal pig?” I inquired due to my curiosity finally getting the better of me.
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“Oh, such a fine gentleman you are! At last, someone who acknowledges my existence without trying to kill me on sight. Maybe I could be the father figure in your life, having two mothers will lead to an unbalanced upbringing. We can’t have you become an effeminate twink who wears skirts and takes girthy shafts up the as-”
“”Khm!!!”” Both Lumi and Miri coughed at the same time, though it felt more like threatening growling than anything.
“I’m sorry, Karl, but I’m not interested in any form of relationships with males beyond casual friendship.” I shot his offer down with as much gentleness as I could. While I welcomed friendly relationships with the members of my gender, such as what was between me and Broderick, but that was the limit. I wanted to be surrounded by hot babes, to be honest. I didn’t need a father’s stern guidance but my two mothers’ gentle and loving comforting.
Also, what does this dude mean with ‘can’t have me taking it up the ass?’ Didn’t he just admit to transforming into female forms to do the deed? Or does that not count as shameful in his mind since at the time he was technically a woman?
“Oink oink oink…” Karl whimpered dejectedly. “Life truly is a trial we will have to cope our way through until we breathe our last. As for your earlier question, I’m a pig because I was invited over to have lunch at Toxana’s abode, but I think the cruel woman poisoned me with the meal she gave me. My stomach was hurting very badly so I transformed into this creature. This way, I could digest the potent poisons easily.”
Damn. Are all these people insane? This primordial dimension is starting to feel more abnormal by the minute.
“I see… Let’s return to the topic of my saber.”
“Yes, I agree. Quinnie, you should just ignore Karl. As for the blade, you must unseal it! It will be an amazing ally to have on your journey.”
“I’ve been trying, but the requirements are rather overwhelming. Can’t you help with at least some tips?”
“No.” Dragnar quickly replied. “Björn only crafts sealed weapons. These seals are not simple, they are differing by every individual. For example, for me, your blade says I would have to kill five gods to unseal it. Furthermore, the sealing mechanism senses if someone played a helping role in the weapon’s unsealing and will refuse to be wielded by that person forever. Björn believes that to wield his creations, one must prove to be worthy of the privilege. It is a journey of hardships meant to test you.”
Damn. Things are never easy in my life. Also, did he just say kill gods? His axe was named God-Slayer too… I suppose once a primordial reaches a certain power level they might be able to put up a fight against divine entities. However, since it is meant to be a great challenge that forces the wielder to grow to unseal it, his requirements could also be understood in a way that he currently isn’t strong enough to kill gods, but that it’s his trial to get to such a level.
I surely can’t kill a dragon, which is one of my requirements, so this theory definitely has some merit.
“I see. Then I will figure things out on my own. Thank you for the input, Dragnar.”
“Don’t mention it.” He accepted my thanks with a grunt.
“Let’s go then. Are you ready, Quinnie?” Lumi asked while being clearly overly nervous.
“Yes.” I nodded while reaching my hand out to hold hers in mine. Not wanting to leave my other mother out since I knew she would not appreciate it, I took hers in my other.
As we began walking inland towards where my Rank-Up Mission would take place, I took the opportunity to ask around what I might expect. “Could you tell me about what I should be ready for?”
Dragnar took control of the conversation once again, proving to be much more than the unintelligent brutish barbarian I first thought him to be. “It can be anything. The Soul Records, the greatest power in the universe, is responsible for the system, and it administers the trials, too. The challenge it creates for you is personalized and usually targets something it believes to be your weakness, or the most important area for improvement. For example, when I was level 99, up until that point I was exclusively leveling up by slaying only hordes of monsters and people, thus my dueling skills were subpar at best in comparison. Therefore, when I started my Rank-Up Mission to be allowed to reach level 100, it took me to a newly formed dimension where nothing existed besides air and mana, and then it created a weakened replica of the Goddess and I had to fight her until I could give her a minor scrape. I was at it for over ten thousand years.”
… That is just ridiculous.
