Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

The fake player, after going through countless hardships, running all over the various parts of the entire regional map, painstakingly collecting the quest materials, would still be tricked again when handing in the materials, and only after pleasing the sword spirit in every way possible would they finally obtain the Holy Sword.

The real player...

Kill!

The frowning and majestic sword spirit obviously hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet.

It seemed that its mind still hadn't caught up, as if it didn't believe and didn't understand why and how Reji, such a small human adventurer, had the guts to say such things to it.

After coming back to its senses, the sword spirit immediately flew into a rage, its face darkening a lot. A powerful aura burst out from it, and the pebbles in the entire cave began to tremble and shake.

If it were in the game, Reji estimated that a prompt would definitely float above the sword spirit's head.

[Demonic Sword Spirit's attitude towards you -50]

"Greedy and arrogant human, it's not too late to apologize for what you said before, otherwise..."

The sword spirit hadn't finished the second half of its sentence, "otherwise..."

It was seen that Reji, who was opposite it, had already impatiently raised the small tree branch he carried at his waist.

"Is that so? Is this your choice? Hahahahaha! Since that's the case, let me show you, this ignorant human, what power is!"

The sword spirit finally stopped pretending.

Its previous sense of sacred majesty had long since disappeared.

The shining armor full of light on its body quickly corroded, turning into a purple-black color surging with evil.

The sword spirit's expression was crazed, its eyes red, full of bloodthirsty killing intent.

It turned out that it wasn't the owner of the Holy Sword at all, not that dead general of some country.

It was the spirit of this demonic sword.

To be precise, it was an evil spirit that had fallen due to the pollution and influence of the demonic sword.

Everything it had pompously told Reji before was just to make Reji work for it and help it collect materials that would allow it to "break free."

Now that it saw Reji not cooperating, it had no patience to wear a false mask anymore.

It had already thought it through.

Anyway, Reji had come with two people this time.

First, kill this ignorant young man, and then look at that female human girl who seemed to have been scared silly, make her its sword servant, and continue to help it find materials for resurrection.

It had been waiting for this day for a long time.

A seventh-tier spirit lord, sealed in such a broken place, it had long been unbearable.

This time, this time I must control these human's body!!

Must...

Huh?

"Heart Control."

Reji lightly uttered two words, then pointed the small tree branch in his hand at the sword spirit's position.

Heart Control.

An eighth-tier Mystery spell.

Reji specifically chose a spell that wasn't too flashy.

Although the sword spirit was a spirit creature...

But as an eighth-tier spell, the 'heart' here was just a concept. The sword spirit didn't have a heart, but it had a spirit core, which was the same as a heart.

The sword spirit, which was about to unleash its killing intent and was full of murderous aura, instantly stopped.

It didn't even dare to blink its eyes.

Because it felt that a pair of hands seemed to have already grasped its spirit core hidden deep within its body.

The other party only needed to exert a little force...

And the spirit core would be crushed.

At that time, it would instantly disintegrate, collapse into fragments, and have no chance of survival.

If spirit creatures could sweat...

Perhaps the current demonic sword spirit would already be drenched in sweat.

Of course... Compared to the fear of having its spirit core grasped by the other party, what shocked and terrified the demonic sword spirit even more was Reji's power.

This... how is this possible!??

It had no idea what spell Reji had used.

Its knowledge of spells only went as deep as the sixth tier at most.

But it didn't matter if it didn't recognize it. However, when Reji released the spell, the demonic sword spirit still keenly sensed the mana that burst out in that instant.

And what was that concept?

If it, a seventh-tier spirit creature made of pure mana, was compared to a flowing river...

Then the amount of mana of this human youth opposite it... Was as vast and endless as the ocean.

It wasn't saying that the other party's mana was the ocean, but with its limited vocabulary, it could only use the ocean to describe its terror.

So...

"Ma-Master... Master!"

Thud.

The demonic sword spirit, which had been as fierce as a ghost in the previous scene, in the next scene, it was straightforward and directly knelt before Reji.

It put its legs together and pressed its head tightly against the ground, not daring to make a sound, its trembling spirit body was enough to prove its extreme fear.

"Do you still want the Flower of the Other Shore?"

"No! No more!"

"What about the prince's bones from before?"

"No!"

"What about the Resurrection Pill and Sword Emblem?"

"No! I don't want any of them! I only want you, Master!!"

The demonic sword spirit banged its head on the ground. Anyway, it didn't have physical pain. Then it almost crawled to Reji's feet and directly knelt.

"I prefer your previous unrestrained appearance."

"Understood! Master, I... I'll change right now!"

The demonic sword spirit seemed to suddenly understand something.

Its spirit form began to blur, and when it reappeared, it had turned into the appearance of a demonic and enchanting beautiful girl.

A spirit creature only had one chance to transform in its lifetime.

Once the transformed form was confirmed, it would be difficult to reshape and modify it later.

This demonic sword spirit, in order to survive, forcibly used its only transformation opportunity to shape itself into a witch sword spirit.

Now she had really found a way to live.

Reji, based on the principle of "not excessively modifying history," spared this sword spirit. When he released the Heart Control, the witch sword spirit's body softened. The feeling of powerlessness from having her heart grasped finally disappeared, making her collapse on the ground, taking deep breaths, as if thanking the preciousness of life and Reji's mercy.

Afterward, Reji ignored the witch sword spirit and directly walked to the ancient stone slab, reaching out to grasp the end of that Sword in the Stone.

"Master! No! That's a demonic sword! I... I didn't lie to you at the beginning. You must first purify the..."

The little witch was almost scared to death seeing Reji's actions.

She had been corrupted into a demonic sword spirit because the sword's killing intent was too heavy and its sins too deep.

Now that Reji directly grasped it, Reji would also suffer the impact of the murderous and evil energy accumulated on the sword. It was hard to say, he might also be corrupted. At that time, if he lost his mind and started a killing spree on the spot, they would all die.

However...

"Hmm?"

The witch quickly went from panic to confusion because she saw Reji just... ordinarily pull it out, as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, all the malice, killing intent, and evil energy in the demonic sword seemed to... curl up in the deepest part of the sword, also... Trembling?