The secluded spaces within the empty dining hall were all filled with different scenery.
While Damien sat silently and meditated in wait, the others continued trying to subdue their weapons.
Currently, Feng Qing’er was within a space filled with flames. But in front of her own Reincarnation Flames, they couldn’t do any damage at all.
The massive greatsword in front of her was standing like an obedient pet, not daring to get closer. It was the effect of something similar to bloodline suppression.
“Good girl. From now on, you and I will be partners, okay?” Feng Qing’er spoke softly.
She had fallen in love with the sword as soon as she saw it, and the sword seemed to feel the same, judging by how docile it was acting.
The problem was, she had to coax the sword endlessly to allow her to form a connection with it. Even though it wanted to be with her, or was quite loyal to its previous master.
This was the reason why Damien managed to finish subduing his sword first.
“Come, come. Don’t be scared. We’ll go see your Master together and ask for permission, okay?”
Feng Qing’er was feeling incredibly awkward. It was like she was luring an innocent little girl into a wolf’s den. But she couldn’t find any better words to use.
Slowly but surely, she was able to gain the sword’s trust. And after a few more hours of coaxing, she was finally able to form a connection.
“Haha! My little girl, Big Sister promises she’ll treat you well!”
She cuddled the sword as if it was her long-lost lover. Compared to the struggles others were going through, she basically took a walk in the park.
In a separate secluded space, Demon Queen Eliza was in an awkward predicament. Her hands and feet were bound, and her movements were restrained.
Pah!
“Argh! You damn weapon! Release me this instant!”
She roared furiously. Behind her back, there was a long whip. It was the same whip that bound her.
But the whip had an odd ability to split into multiple tentacle-like branches. While six of those branches sealed her movements, the others were smacking her relentlessly.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
“I’m an exalted Demon King, dammit! Why am I always being humiliated?!”
She pushed her mana and tried to escape the binding, but she couldn’t move no matter how hard she tried. The weapon was a Chaos rank artifact after all, and it wasn’t at the bottom of the spectrum. Its power wasn’t too much inferior to a 4th class, especially when it wasn’t being wielded by a lower class being.
Eliza was being humiliated by her weapon constantly, but her enraged bellows couldn’t reach the ears of the others in the area. They were all busy with their own tasks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Massive explosions rang out one after another. An axe larger than the average human man curved through the air and made heavy impact on the fist that chased after it.
“Hahaha! Good good good! Give me more!”
Demon King Granheim had blood staining his fists, but the grin on his face never changed. In fact, it grew wilder the more he got hit.
“Hahaha! Hit me, fool! Let’s see which one of us is stronger!”
Boom!
The axe furiously swung again, impacting Granheim’s arms with so much force that the floor beneath him shattered to pieces.
It had already accepted this man as its master, but they didn’t form a contract yet. They were the same type. Instead of following the normal procedure, they fought and fought just for the sake of fighting.
The secluded space had already been ruined by them, and the coffin of the axe’s previous owner had been smashed to bits.
But the axe didn’t seem to care. Unlike the other weapons, the only things it cared for were blood and battle. Since it found another owner who could provide it with such, why would it care about the last?
Every weapon that had been presented to the 6 remaining participants was different, whether it be in type or personality. And each one matched their master well.
Of them, Qing Tan was having the most unique experience.
A pair of twin daggers was clinging to her like a desperate boyfriend that just heard they were about to break up.
“Listen~ my fighting style doesn’t really rely on weapons. How am I supposed to use you properly?”
The daggers dropped sadly, but they refused to let go of her. It had been like this since the beginning.
Qing Tan sighed. Although she used to use daggers, she was recently finding that her fighting style was better fit to stand in the back lines and command troops.
Her Shadow army catered to this, as did her domain. Neither were attacks that required her to fight up front.
If that was it, though, she would’ve rejected the weapons more firmly. Even she had to admit she was tempted by Chaos rank artifacts.
Thinking back to when she was fighting Demon Captains when they first entered the Trial World, or when she was giving free lessons to Proto, she suddenly realized something.
‘Cutting flesh feels kind of good…doesn’t it?’
It was extremely satisfying to cut apart her opponents. And for the sake of when she needed to give free lessons to others in the future, a pair of daggers would indeed prove useful.
“Hmm…okay, then. I’ll accept you. But you better have the right qualifications to be my weapons.”
Qing Tan’s gaze became bitingly cold. The temperature in the surrounding area seemed to drop below freezing. The dark aura that oozed out of her body would traumatize any normal existence below her level, breaking their minds in an instant.
But the daggers didn’t show any signs of fear. They were trembling, sure, but it didn’t seem like horror was the right emotion to describe what they were emitting.
No, it was more like pleasure. The daggers greedily absorbed Qing Tan’s frightening aura, giving off a wicked light that lost in no way.
Qing Tan raised her brow in interest. “Oh? With how pathetic you were acting, I seemed to have gotten the wrong opinion about you guys. It seems you are my kind of weapon.”
The daggers excitedly whirred before entering Qing Tan’s grasp. They sucked her mana until full and finally formed the connection they had been hoping for since the beginning.
“Good.” Qing Tan smiled. “A good teacher needs to have the appropriate tools for the job.”
The will observing the inheritance site took in all these scenes at once. It also included the scene of Demon King Eden. He stood silently in the midst of a quiet secluded space. The sleek saber in his hand was trembling in fear. Rather than taming it, it was more accurate to say that he forcefully dominated.
“Neither of them is a bad option, but that one seems too dangerous…” the will muttered to itself.
“There’s a higher power in his body. If I act recklessly, I might be the one who gets harmed in the end. It’s better to choose the boy. He is younger and has more future potential as well.”
The will nodded to itself after coming to a decision. In the next instant, it vanished from its spot and soundlessly appeared above Damien.
With none the wiser, the formless will crept towards Damien’s meditating body and shot into the space between his eyebrows.
The secluded space remained quiet throughout, with no signs that anything out of the ordinary had happened at all.