NovelEnglishThe man clicked his fingers, and the forge appeared in front of him. “In order to create a sword, the first thing we must do is create the physical body. This dungeon isn’t just a trial, but a repository. All the energy we saved on traps, mobs, and treasures have gone into storing the finest materials this world has ever known. Silvthril, malacrum, mithril, orichalcum, astral, proteus ore, deep steel, I have enough of it all.
“This dungeon has existed for quite some time. Believe it or not, although my conditions of entry were originally less strict, you’re not even the first True Dungeon Diver with a god soul to enter this place. Many heroes have fallen in this dungeon and become weapons under my daughter’s hand.”
“S-s-sorry!” She cried.
He reached out and patted her head before turning back to us. “I will make the ideal body for you. Then, we will infuse your spirit into it. The final step… well, we’ll get to that when it comes.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“So, she’ll be only a sword? She can’t change into other shapes?”
“You’re able to transform?” His eyes widened. “That’s incredible! To do such a thing, a person’s mind must truly be committed.”
“You mean that wasn’t an intentional part of the dungeon? Just how were we supposed to beat it then?” I looked at Alysia, who was more incredible than I originally thought.
“I just… decided I had to be… whatever Master needed me to be.” She blushed.
“I could do that if I wanted to!” The little girl responded defiantly. “I… just didn’t feel like it!”
“To answer your question, if she can transform, then she should still be able to. It might take more effort. In here, the sword is just a soul construct… and the manifestation of your will. One can accomplish a lot with their will, but when it comes to physical use, it will take time and practice.”
“I see…” I nodded as I took in what he said.
“Oh, and another thing… she will end up cursed in the end. This is a dungeon, and we are miasma, so ultimately, she will become miasma as well. I believe, with her mind, she will be able to resist the bloodthirst and corruption that comes with it. However, in time, her mind will inevitably degrade. On the bright side, by that point, you’ll be long dead.”
“Th-then, when I die, I will be buried with Master.” Alysia didn’t look put off at all.
“Deek, you will be the only one who can wield her. Anyone else would be slowly corrupted as I was. This is why someone with a god soul is needed.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“There… might be another way,” I said.
“Hmm?”
“I can… absorb and purify miasma,” I explained. “As a White Mage and a Dark Priest, well, I have some tricks up my sleeve. I once used myself a sieve, purifying the miasmic infection of a budding demon lord. Upon reflection, that was probably the act that set me on the course of getting a god soul in the first place. However, when it comes to Alysia, I can purify the magic.”
“The amount of miasma being used… to use you as a channel…” He held up his hands.
“If she can take it, so can I.”
“Very well… then instead of a cursed blade… perhaps this sets the time where we’ll create the very first blessed blade.”
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