Is it wrong to want to marry a weapon?

Is it wrong to want to marry a weapon? —Written by Inuya Sakura

Summary:

【tangerine】

"As a weapon refiner, I have been pursuing perfection in weapon refinement all my life and have no interest in worldly matters."

"When I was fifteen, I simply glanced at a certain artifact, and was granted eternal darkness and lost my sight."

"After sixty years, I have stood at the pinnacle of humanity. I arrogantly challenged a divine weapon that happened to pass by. From then on, I was deprived of my heart and lost my feelings."

"This year I am over a hundred years old, and I have once again encountered a divine artifact, one of the miracles that ranks at the top of all divine artifacts, the River of Oblivion."

“I flirted with it”

"So, I died..."

Zijing Academy: Chapter 1: The River of Oblivion

Legend has it that there is only a one in a billion chance that a person will encounter a divine artifact in their lifetime.

These chosen ones usually make wishes to the artifacts, wanting to obtain a body that is immortal, eternal, and youthful; or they request time reversal, for their souls to return to the past, to make up for regrets that could not be undone in the past.

Even more extreme are the weapon refiners who mercilessly kill their enemies…

However, throughout tens of thousands of years of history, among these chosen ones, there have been some outliers who wanted to challenge the power of the divine artifacts.

……

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Divine Land, outer perimeter of the Holy Domain:

In a forest filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, dozens of crystal-clear butterflies, as thin as cicada wings, were fluttering and playing in the air.

Wherever it went, dust was scattered everywhere.

The colorful butterflies were flying along when they suddenly stopped and all looked ahead.

At the edge of the forest, a woman with long, pure white hair and two swords at her waist walked lightly toward Butterfly. Her pupils had no whites, appearing completely empty and void, as if she were blind.

What's most eye-catching... is the crescent-shaped sun wheel of amethyst floating behind her, radiating a dreamlike golden halo that spreads in all directions.

"Wow!!!"

Soon, as the woman approached lightly, the butterflies, startled by the halo of light, scattered in all directions.

A few seconds later, all the butterflies disappeared... Only one white butterfly with transparent wings and a pure white body, as dreamlike as a snow scene, remained in the same spot. It stared at the woman in front of it and tilted its head in confusion.

When the woman was only a meter away from the butterfly, she spoke softly:

"Over the years, I've had one question in my mind."

"If mortals could see gods with their own eyes, could they still be called gods...?"

She muttered to herself, her empty black eyes fixed on the butterfly: "When I was 15, I only glanced at a certain divine artifact, and I was given eternal darkness, losing my sight."

"Sixty years have passed, and I have reached the pinnacle of human weapon refiners. I arrogantly challenged a divine artifact that happened to pass by, and as a result, my heart was stripped away, and I have been devoid of emotions ever since."

"I'm 100 years old this year, and this is the third time I've encountered a magical artifact."

"Having witnessed divine intervention three times in my lifetime, am I the person in this world who is closest to God...?"

As the woman's emotionless words faded, the white butterfly seemed to understand something.

next second.

Wow————————

Its white wings folded and unfolded layer by layer, spreading like a copy-and-paste process, and soon transformed into a pair of steel butterfly wings thousands of meters long, pure white and dreamlike, covering the sky.

Each flap of the butterfly's wings caused countless layered outlines to sway, as if hundreds of millions of eyes were rolling at the same time.

And these butterfly wings that blot out the sky are nothing more than the tiny hilt of a giant blade located above the clouds!

Looking out into the sky, a black stream encircles the giant blade, within which grow countless pale purple pearls, like stars in the night sky, overlooking the entire planet.

Under the shadow of the Heavenly Blade, the white-haired woman's tiny figure looked like an ant.

Even the aura she released couldn't reveal the full appearance of the weapon.

Humility, fragility, powerlessness... and a sense of existence beyond human comprehension.

"This is the [River of Oblivion], which surpasses even divine artifacts and is ranked among the Seven Wonders."

"This is the third and greatest miracle I have ever witnessed in my life. Can you help me fulfill this humble wish?"

"mine……"

"I want to surpass the divine artifact, that's my wish!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman gently drew the long sword from her left waist.

clang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The next second, a dark, raging wind erupted from the woman's sword, and terrifying spiritual energy swept across the entire world in an instant, even pulling the divine artifact in front of her into it.

As a human weapon refiner, he unleashed extreme malice towards the gods.

Now, even reducing them to ashes can't undo the damage...

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Beilan City.

"The Dao transforms into the west wind, unsheathed!"

"Wangchuan, is this all you've got?"

"..."

"Lu Chan, Lu Chan? What's wrong with you? Wake up, don't scare me!"

In a clean medical room, a girl with short, black hair called out anxiously to a girl lying on a hospital bed.

After pushing the other person several times without getting a response, she reluctantly raised her hand to slap him.

Just as he was about to slap her, the girl called Lu Chan suddenly opened her eyes.

Upon seeing this, the black-haired girl immediately panicked and hid her arm, her eyes darting around, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Lu Chan, you're finally awake. You've been talking nonsense in your sleep the whole time, it's disgusting, you know?"

"Besides, it's just failing a live-fire exercise, what's the big deal? It's not like it's a formal assessment!"

"Alright, I'm going back to class now. You'd better get up quickly, or you'll get scolded by your tutor again!!"

As she spoke, the black-haired girl hurriedly left the infirmary.

"Hmm?" Watching her departing figure, Lu Chan looked bewildered, clutching her head in pain, and murmured, "A live-fire exercise...?"

What's going on? What exactly is a live-fire exercise?

If my memory is not confused, wasn't I originally fighting against the River of Oblivion, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World?

"Wait a minute..." Suddenly, Lu Chan frowned slightly, realizing something more serious.

Her hands trembled as she touched her face for a while before she realized with surprise that she could actually see things clearly again.

"Huh? You can see things now!?"

Has your vision recovered?

"Wait, I'm actually happy about my eyesight returning, which means... my missing emotions have also returned, right?"

Realizing this inexplicable situation, Lu Chan fell into deep thought.

that time……

Faced with the River of Oblivion, which in mythology can distort time and souls, Lu Chan summoned all his magical artifacts at the same time, successfully and briefly suppressing his opponent.

But not long after, as Wangchuan's entire body erupted with a tremendous light, she instantly lost consciousness...

When she woke up again, she found herself in this awful place.

The next second, countless unfamiliar memories flooded into Lu Chan's mind.

Lu Chan, 17 years old, is an ordinary student at the Zijing Refining Academy and a wind-type weapon refiner. His life goal was to become the strongest weapon refiner in the Northern Sacred Continent. Unfortunately, he contracted the lowest-grade Storm Sword during the awakening ceremony, and since then he has been depressed and lost all motivation to live.

Even more outrageous is that today, because she lost the academy's practical exercise, she was distracted and accidentally entered the duel arena of other weapon refiners. She was directly blown away by the aftershock of the collision between the spiritual weapons, which is why she is lying in a hospital bed.

Lu Chan immediately realized that this body was not her original self; they were just people with the same name.

It seemed as if his soul had been transferred into the girl's body.

"So that's how it is. Is this your punishment for me, Wangchuan..."

After realizing what had happened, Lu Chan fell into a brief period of contemplation.

The River of Oblivion, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, is arguably the most wicked artifact in the world.

Historical records state that the artifact once reversed time by a hundred years and caused numerous instances of mass time travel and rebirth, teetering the world on the brink of destruction countless times, thus earning it the name "River of Oblivion."

Both in terms of their legendary status and the era in which they were created, they are not on the same level as the two nameless artifacts I encountered in my childhood.

"So, you want me to regain my sight and feelings, to have everything back, and then take everything away from me?"

"That's fine..."

"Next time we meet, I'll definitely tear off all that junk you're wearing, stomp on your head, and then whack you twice with a hoe!"

After a period of extreme agitation and hurling vicious curses, Lu Chan, whose expression was contorted with rage, gradually regained his composure.

She held her forehead, trying to sort out the current situation.

Now, he has not only regained his sight and emotions, but has also been reborn into the body of a 17-year-old girl with mediocre talent.

This guy's natal magical weapon is a low-grade Storm Sword.

The black-haired girl from earlier was named Liu Qian, who was my neighbor and classmate across the hall, and an earth-elemental weapon refiner.

Liu Qian probably thought she had wandered into the battlefield of other weapon refiners because she was having a bad daydream. In reality, her predecessor had just been daydreaming and accidentally stumbled upon it, and unfortunately, she was beaten to a pulp, which led to her soul being scattered. As a result, her twisted soul took over her body.

It was probably around the same time period, a coincidence caused by the miracle of the River of Oblivion.

However, Lu Chan felt no remorse for this good-for-nothing who gave up on himself after awakening a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Even the lowest grade Storm Sword, if properly nurtured, can still be used to fight opponents of higher levels.

A person who doesn't even cherish their own magical artifact has no right to become a powerful artifact refiner.

"Spirit Weapon Panel"

Lu Chan silently recited in his heart.

The next second, a virtual attribute panel appeared in her mind.

【Storm Sword (Low Grade, Wind Element)】

[Talent (Charge)]

[Spiritual Skill (None)]

[Spirit Forging - No Modification]

On the attribute screen, a three-foot-long sword with a silver body and a swirling blue vortex appeared before his eyes.

To be honest, its appearance is already considered quite good among low-grade spiritual artifacts.

But at this moment, looking at the almost empty spirit weapon panel and the power-charging talent that could be described as utterly worthless... a long-lost sadness welled up in Lu Chan's heart.

It feels like having your carefully cultivated online game account, built up over decades, completely wiped out by hackers.

"Dao Hua Xi Feng, and... I wonder where you all are now? Perhaps you've fallen into a deep sleep, or scattered all over the world?"

"Hey"

With a soft sigh, Lu Chan reluctantly accepted reality. Having lost her love before, this was the first time she had felt so helpless.

This is the punishment bestowed by the River of Oblivion, like a nightmare from which one cannot awaken.