I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 35

Chapter 35 – A Shabby Demon Sword

The sword, which had been soaking up blood with a squelching sound, hesitated for a moment.

[ What, what? ]
“Yikes! Don’t stop, just keep sucking up the blood! My clothes are getting soaked!”

When the sword stopped absorbing the blood, the wound began to bleed again. Clothes with a hole in them might be mendable, but bloodstained fabric is notoriously tricky to clean.

At my sharp command, the sword trembled as if shocked, then hastily began to slurp up the blood again. The bleeding that was seeping out halted instantaneously.

“What’s this?”
“Could this be some unknown dark magic?”
“Truly, he must be a great being…”
“Everyone, cover your ears! If you listen in, you might just end up dead!”

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The slaves hastily covered their ears and huddled in a corner, shivering. Despite their fearful gestures, their eyes flickered with hope.

The fact that I had an incomprehensible power meant, to them, that I had a high chance of survival in the upcoming fight.

[ You… why don’t you die? You should have turned into a mummy by now! What exactly are you?]
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The sword spoke in a voice full of confusion.

“How are you going to pay for this?”
[ Wh-what? ]
“Do you think you can just run away after sucking blood without paying and putting a hole in someone else’s clothes?”
[ That’s… you see. ]
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I had been living as a housewife in the comedic world.

To live with my mother, who would explode the kitchen or the laundry room when doing household chores like a full-time scientist, I had to be meticulous.

The occupation of ‘housewife’ in the comedic world can be considered terrifying, almost equivalent to a ‘warrior’.

They could hold up three children in each arm to swing them, and if there’s a discount, carry ten bags of rice without breaking a sweat.

Especially on days with limited-time sales or seasonal discounts at stores, they display an incredible strength.

Not to mention? At markets without set prices, they engage in tremendous psychological warfare and even negotiate.

My instincts, honed from having lived as a housewife, were telling me one thing: this guy, this sword, was a sucker.

“In an era where even a blood donation earns you a gift card, you’re not planning on running away just because you’re a sword, right? Ah, I mean, of course not.”
[ Blood… donation? Gift… what? Has the era changed that much? ]

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The demon sword Gargandoa, a powerful demon sword that had taken countless lives until rivers of blood were formed, centuries ago.

Gargandoa, growing stronger with each absorption of blood, was known as both the most powerful and the most nefarious demon sword.

Its cruelty lay in the fact that anyone who wielded it—even those who cherished life—would become murderers. It would break the wielder’s spirit, turning them solely into beings of slaughter.

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Since Gargandoa demanded blood without distinction between friend and foe, even the demon realm deemed it a dangerous weapon.

On the day blood flowed like rivers and countless lives were lost, the Dragon Lord sealed the demon sword Gargandoa and hurled it into an abyss.

That this formidable demon sword lay amidst garbage-like swords was all thanks to the Demon King.

When the Demon King invaded the mid-realm, dimensional tremors caused the sealed Gargandoa to be pulled like a magnet to the Demon King’s land, where it was summoned above ground.

Due to a lack of blood absorption over time, the demon sword had greatly deteriorated. It was because of this state that it ended up dumped among other discarded swords.

[ ‘Why…! Why doesn’t he die!’ ]

Even while slurping up Lian’s blood, the demon sword couldn’t hide its bewilderment.

Lian, far from going insane, looked annoyed even though he’d been stabbed; and despite absorbing the blood of ten adults, Lian appeared completely unharmed—a sight that was terrifying.

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“No matter how clueless you are, this is too much. It’s not like blood flows like water for land-selling.”

What made the demon sword even more flustered was Lian’s meticulous voice demanding a recompense. To the demon sword, always an object of fear or reverence, Lian’s attitude was utterly confounding.

Lian’s firm stance even before it could attempt anything, caused a fear in the demon sword that it had never felt, having previously overwhelmed opponents with psychological collapse.

[ Then, then I will lend you my power! If you use my power, you can become the strongest on earth. I will grant you power to achieve anything you desire! ]

The more the sword spoke, the more its confidence seemed to return. Yes, it was indeed a powerful and much-coveted demon sword, revered by all!

“Is that all?”

But the response was a look of “Is that it?” The demon sword felt as though it was sweating bullets, even though it lacked sweat glands.

“Oh dear, if just lending a bit of strength was enough, no one in this world would have any hardships.”

Lian clicked his tongue as if the sword was naïve to the world’s ways, and then shook his head as he spoke.

“Nevermind. Forget it. Melting down the blade for scrap might be worth more.”
[ What?! Do you know what sword I am! I am none other than the mightiest -.. ]
“The handle seems pretty decent too; it might sell for a good price.”

The demon sword felt as if it were sweating profusely. No matter how mighty it once was, that was the story from hundreds of years ago.

Now, it was severely weakened after a long time being sealed. If melted down in a furnace, it would simply dissolve.

[ ‘Anything but that…!’ ]

The demon sword, which had zero social experience and had only increased its self-talk over the centuries, spoke in a desperate voice.

[ That’s too hasty a decision! You should at least try using me once! ]

Lian’s eyes sparkled at that.

“Ah, it’s quite obvious you’re nothing more than a shabby sword found amongst dilapidated ones. What’s there to confirm?”
[ Shabby?! I am by no means a shabby sword! I am a great demon sword that even dragons couldn’t seal! ]
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“Oh? Even dragons?”
[ Yes! Not just any dragons! I am the sword that barely got sealed by a Dragon Lord himself! ]

It was like after being whipped mindlessly, a little taste of the carrot made it prance around excitedly.

“But without evidence…”
[ Argh! Use me right now! Then you, too, will understand my greatness! ]
“Checking it out is fine, but what can you really tell from just swinging it once?”
[ Then swing me as much as you like until you’re satisfied! You will certainly stand in awe of my greatness! ]

Lian thought to himself.

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‘Got him.’

Lian went about in a roundabout way to extract the words “use me as much as you like” from the demon sword, which was solely due to the nature of contracts with demon swords.

Even a demon sword long sealed possessed power enough to control Lian’s body and stab himself in the abdomen. As such, it couldn’t be used freely at will.

To wield a demon sword according to the will of its master, one must have a power strong enough to suppress the demon sword’s power or, as Lian did, secure a promise from it.

Typically, striking a deal with a demon sword would demand a price or impose a limit to its use, rendering it useless after just a few summons.

Gargandoa had initially planned to assist Lian only once, but under Lian’s blend of pressure and incentive, it blurted out the ominous agreement “use me until you’re satisfied.”

Effectively, it was no different from a naive soul signing a contract with a black-hearted corporation.

“Well then…”
[ Kahaha! Yes! Swing me now! Become aware of my greatness and be shocked and amazed! ]

The demon sword, oblivious to the fact that its future was mortgaged, merely laughed heartily in excitement.

Clang, chrrrrl.

“Come out! It’s your turn!”

Just as everything was set, the bars that had been closed lifted. Lian, with the demon sword’s hilt still stuck in his belly, said,

“Can’t you stop the bleeding?”
[ It’s a trivial matter. ]

Thanks to absorbing at least the blood of a hundred humans, the demon sword could cast simple spells. The bleeding ceased without dropping a single drop of blood as the sword was pulled out, just as the demon sword boasted.

A transparent film over the punctured abdomen prevented any blood from leaking out.

[ This won’t let blood flow out, but there are no additional effects. It means the wound won’t heal. ]

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The demon sword, worried Lian might perish before even wielding it, gave a heads-up.

“Uh? Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine. As long as the blood doesn’t stain my clothes, what’s the issue?”

Even the demon sword, accustomed to slaughtering countless lives, was taken aback by Lian’s nonchalant tone.

“Hey, you looking forward to being dragged out forcibly?”

While Lian was whispering with the demon sword, some time had passed, and a grim-looking man approached, furrowing his brows as if he was about to throw Lian into the arena, just like before.

“Oh, I was just picking a weapon…”

As Lian awkwardly grinned and rapidly made his way to the entrance, the man clicked his tongue and stepped aside. The slaves, who had been covering their ears, trembled and followed behind Lian.

“Woaaaaahhh!”
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Amidst the tremendous cheers, Lian pondered,

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“But don’t those people get tired? Seriously… are they screaming like that every day? They’re not hired for this, are they?”

With such a thought, typical of a comedic world resident, Lian walked nonchalantly into the center of the arena with the demon sword dragging.

“Facing the five brave gladiators is the beast!”

Clang, chrrrrl.

The iron bars on the opposite side lifted, and the creature they were to clash with emerged, thumping with heavy footsteps.