James grasped the ethereal handle.

The Ghost Slaying Blade was something more of a myth to the many who were Ascenders. There were tales of legendary artifacts hidden in some of the most dangerous locations, one where the chance of a positive outcome for the average was “zero”.

Then came those who weren’t average, people who had opportunities, people who were skilled, and people who just simply worked hard. James in his first run of life was the one who worked hard, that's what made him a phenomenal thief and assassin.

However, it was time that he enjoyed the good things in life, with this time-traveling chance, James vowed to himself to become something tyrannical.

The Ghost Slaying Blade was James’s second step in his grand plan. An Artifact that was broken, funnily enough, everything in the Tower was new as it had just been introduced into the Universe and created by the Ancient Creator’s imaginable powers.

So even though the well-renowned Ghost Blades had a lot of history such as having a needed growth age of millions of years to form into a natural-born treasure, yet the one in front of James had a real age of less than a year old.

Its existence defied common logic, created at a point far into the future than its supposed birth-point. That’s just how the tower was, it defied common logic. Everything a Creator has left behind usually does, it's their “gift” to the Universe.

James always wanted to know, where did the creators go?

Just for a moment, he had a thought. Could I become a creator?

However, that thought was fleeting, he knew the difficulties of just getting onto the Ten-Thousand Ancients Record. Getting onto the Hundred-Primordial Spirit Record was next to impossible. Then to top it off was the mysterious Ten-Rank Record. James had heard only the First place on the Hundred-Primordial Spirit Record will get to learn of its actual existence.

James knew that it was unlikely that even with two chances he would be able to reach even the primordial record, yet there was still a feeling.

I… might be able to do it. Those words seemed to ring in James’s mind a few times before quitting.

Like that James calmly grabbed the Ethereal blade and willed his intent into it, an extremely strong thought seemed to flow from James’s mind into the transparent ghost blade.

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Consume, Grow, Evolve.

The Ethereal blade seemed to vibrate at a low frequency, James noticed the broken dimmed amber-like core of the Ghost Tree Ent seemed to melt and flow oddly into the Ethereal Blade.

The Ethereal Blade turned into a crystal-ghost blade, in which its blade was a long plain clear crystal constantly shifting between reality and another dimensional form.

“Not done yet,” James said as he grabbed his nano-blade bought from the black market on Treya.

The crystalline-ghost blade seemed to be curious as it slowly spread its crystals consuming the nano-blade.

James watched something magical, at that moment a miracle was born.

The blade morphed, the nano-blade which was made out of some of the strongest alloy on Treya, melted. The Crystals seemed to melt again, and the Ghostly wisps seemed to calm and change as well.

Then a new creation which will ring across the river of time, was thus created.

James used his new ability once again, Shadowless Echo was truly a mystical ability as its pure purpose was to reveal secrets.

He heard a soft whisper, a gentle and soothing call from somewhere far, a single word echoed into James’s ear.

“Naammee”

With a stead-fast face, James spoke words which were thought of since long ago.

“The Dusk Blade.” James’s voice rang out clear into the surrounding, his face serious as he looked down inspecting his new weapon.

A Growth-Type Ethereal Weapon. The Dusk Blade will be along my side for a long time now, it will be my partner in life and death. With my ability, I now know how to make use of you, my new friend. James thought earnestly.

After using his ability James learned that his new blade had a few unique properties. The first special ability was that it was a ghost blade, meaning it was unbreakable. Its property is purely magical in nature, it will inevitably always recover its form as long as there is mana in existence.

The Second absurd ability was its Crystalline Sharpness. Which itself had two sorts of sub-abilities, one which made the edge of the blade extremely sharp, enough so that it could cut through almost anything of the same tier or below with the nanites involved to constantly sharpen the edge. The second being a hidden ability in which its sharpness is amplified for the first few attacks before crystalline shards need to rebuild themselves for the sharpened crystalline edge.

Good for quick explosive power. Long battles will be more of a hassle but still easier than most.

James was already satisfied with the blade, but its third ability is what made it capable of being a lifelong partner.

The third ability was created from the nano-blade, which was another slow-auto-repairing blade capable of evolving from eating various metallic alloys. Well, now his Dusk Blade was capable of consuming certain weapons deemed acceptable to itself to evolve.

It seems though the blade is slightly alive and has a mind to consider what weapon was proper to consume and what was trash.

James was finally filled with a sense of relief, his chances for his new life to succeed had been changed from already good, to a supreme level of fortune.

It’s time to finish up on the first floor, I need to get to floor level 5 as fast as I can.

James looked out at the dense fog surrounding the area, his mind creating a realistic visual of the landscape from pure data. Although his ability seems to be amazing, he could feel a harsh headache coming on from its repeated use.

Taking out a little pouch from a side pocket, James swallowed a common medicine for pain relief from Treya before making his way to a certain direction.

Let’s get Isabelle’s Mirror, that should be enough to then fight “that” boss. I could grab the Ancient Compass on the way, that would help with Step Three. James thought in his mind.

“Step Three, The Title”

James said aloud as he raced across dozens of tangling roots in a dense forest of fog, his movements were swift, gentle, yet ferocious like a panther prowling in the dark.