“Where am I?” William Smith realized he couldn’t move his body. Even his limbs had disappeared.
His perspective had shifted as well. He saw that his entire body had transformed into a sword.
William was tilted into the soil, the blade covered in red rust, as if no one had touched it for a long time.
A desolate land, a corroded longsword, and the setting sun.
“Oh God,” he groaned, closing his eyes in agony—though, of course, he no longer had eyes, because he was now a sword, a rusted sword.
Suddenly, a flood of memories overwhelmed him. William understood: he had been transported into the *Primitive Magic Sword*. As long as he killed, this sword could evolve infinitely, growing stronger.
His current level was 0, and the next level was E*.
In this world, weapon levels were categorized as E*, E**... up to E*****, then D*... A*****, S*****, and so on.
This was no longer Earth, but a different world—an ancient world of evolution.
Days passed, but William still hadn’t found his master.
Just as he was lost in thought, a commotion erupted not far away:
“Don’t let him escape!”
“Kill him!”
“Stop him!”
A disheveled man ran in panic, muttering, “Damn it, if only I had a weapon, I wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.”
The man, Leo, shouted, “All I did was fall for the village chief’s daughter! Why are you chasing me for miles? Why aren’t you going after the bandits who’ve killed countless people?”
“Do you even deserve her?”
“Look at your status, and then look at the chief’s.”
“You’re just a slave, and the chief is a noble. How dare you, a lowly scum, offend a noble!”
Several burly men, half-clad in armor and wielding short swords, exuded the intimidating aura of seasoned killers. They cursed and swung their blades as they closed in.
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At the same time, Leo’s eyes darted around, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon.
The *Primitive Magic Sword* was a massive blade, 1.5 meters long, with intricate patterns and ancient runes etched into its surface. However, it was heavily corroded by rust, making it nearly impossible to discern its original details.
Leo noticed the sword, William, planted in the ground ahead. He pulled it out and examined it briefly. “It’s rusty and looks like trash, but it’ll do for now.”
William seethed inwardly, cursing, “What the—! @#%…&*()!”
“You dare call *me*, the *Primitive Magic Sword*, garbage? You—!￥*—)%￥!”
The moment Leo gripped the sword, his entire demeanor changed. Gone was the panic, despair, and timidity. In their place was a sharp, ruthless, and cunning aura.
It was as if he had become a completely different person. A whirlwind kicked up around him, sending dried leaves swirling toward his pursuers.
The men were forced to close their eyes, but Leo, now precise and focused, identified their weak points. He stomped the ground, leaving a deep impression in the withered grass, and shot forward like a gust of wind.
With a single, straight slash—
“Pupupupu!”
The heads of the men in front were cleanly severed. Blood sprayed three feet into the air, but no one noticed that the sword absorbed every drop of it.
William felt a warm surge of blood being absorbed into him, like a parched land drenched by a heavy rain, allowing crops to thrive and grow.
He could sense his own body—the sword—undergoing a transformation. The rust on the blade flaked away, and the sword grew stronger. A new memory surfaced in his mind:
**Skill: Bloody Feedback**
*Killing enemies allows the sword to plunder their souls, enhancing the wielder’s strength. Level: E**
Leo, gripping the sword, felt his power surge. A sense of (expansion) filled him, and he couldn’t help but think:
*This discarded, rusty sword can actually boost my strength? Could it be… that I’m truly a genius?*
The remaining pursuers, burly men, caught up. Their leader barked, “You dare kill the chief’s servants? Men, charge!”
Leo felt no fear. His strength had increased by 60%, more than enough to deal with them.
He raised the *Primitive Magic Sword* to block the charge of the chief’s servants. The force of the impact sent one servant stumbling backward. Before the man could recover, a cold flash of light sliced across his neck.
Leo dodged several short swords and circled behind the group. With a swift motion, he unleashed an energy blade—a vibrant green arc extending eight feet—that effortlessly cut through the servants’ bodies.
Where the energy blade passed, everyone was severed. *Thud, thud*—bodies collapsed to the ground, leaving only pairs of legs standing upright.
Another memory surfaced in William’s mind:
**Energy Blade**: *The sword can channel the wielder’s energy to extend the blade significantly, increasing its ability to break through defenses by +1. Current Level: E**. Each level restored unlocks a new skill.*
**Current Skills**:
1. **Bloody Feedback**: *Killing enemies allows the sword to plunder their souls, enhancing the wielder’s strength.*
2. **Energy Blade**: *The sword can channel the wielder’s energy to extend the blade significantly, increasing its ability to break through defenses by +1.*
“Hahahaha! I thought this sword was trash, but it turns out to be a treasure! It even has skills!” Leo exclaimed, his voice filled with glee.
The *Primitive Magic Sword* was originally a weapon of the highest tier. However, it had been damaged in an ancient battle against an unimaginably powerful foe, causing its strength and combat capabilities to diminish. Now, through continuous slaughter and the absorption of souls, it was gradually recovering its former glory.
It had already restored two of its most basic skills, which significantly enhanced the wielder’s power. Of course, this knowledge flowed into William’s mind as the sword regained its strength.
The more souls it devoured, the more the *Primitive Magic Sword* would recover, and the stronger it—and its wielder—would become.
“Ahahahahahaha! I’m invincible! With this sword, who can defeat me?” Leo laughed maniacally, his curly hair whipping around like a lion’s mane in the storm. “Who can defeat me?!!!”
His lips curled into a grin, revealing his white teeth. A sickening thought crossed his mind: *That damned village chief tried to kill me just because I, a slave, fell in love with his daughter. But he never knew it was his daughter who approached me first! And when the truth came out, that woman denied everything and even accused me of seducing her, that fat pig!!! I’ll kill them all!!!*
“Who can defeat me?”
“*Qi.*”
The response came in the form of a sharp, piercing sound—an arrow slicing through the air. Before Leo could react, he felt something cold penetrate his heart.
Agony spread from his chest, and a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.
“I can kill you,” a cold voice rang out, tinged with excitement.
A teenager, no more than a few years past his teens, emerged from the bushes nearby. Seeing that Leo hadn’t fallen yet, the youth fired two more arrows from a distance, not stopping until Leo finally collapsed.