Actually, I’m a Total Amateur~
She was the origin of all Soul Weapons, a being from a far higher dimension who had awakened long before the human race was even a concept—back when life on this planet was just beginning to sprout.
In human terms, her status was high enough that calling her a "god" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
And so, the first Soul Weapon, Ego, had thought:
A being that she could finally acknowledge as her "master" had appeared.
And not just anyone—a man!
The most precious, the most beautiful, and the most... delicious life form in this world.
He, Kang Hyunwoo, was, so to speak, the perfect specimen that existed only in legends.
The fluid lines from his shoulders to his hips, a physique that was a breathtaking harmony of muscle and softness, a face that made one’s mind go blank just by looking at it, and a voice so sweet it was intoxicating!
If such a being were to take her power, it was only natural that he should offer up everything—his life, his destiny, and that sweet, elegant "body"—with the deepest gratitude.
So, Ego had no doubts.
She was certain that Kang Hyunwoo would be overjoyed, that he would come running to her in tears.
She expected him to beg, "Please, take me," and for their master-servant relationship to naturally invert, evolving into a sticky, inseparable, and intimate bond... but!
"I don't want to."
...Huh?
"W-Why?!"
"Well... no matter how much I want to get stronger, what kind of crazy person would risk their life on a contract like that?"
A response far more rational and analytical than she had expected?!
"And even without something like that, I’m going to train hard with Master Baek Seungha."
He even mentioned another woman and pushed her away, just like that.
Faced with his incredibly stubborn attitude, Ego made a split-second judgment.
This... persuasion was impossible.
Forget being the first Soul Weapon or having the status of a once-worshipped god; she had to throw all that image away before this man fell for another woman!
Thump!
"?!?!"
She just decided to beg.
"I-I'm sorry! It was a joke!"
"Hmm?"
"I, I just... I wanted to act cocky because I was feeling full of myself! So please, don't throw me away...!"
She couldn't imagine losing the first master she had acknowledged since the birth of this planet, the only man she had met in hundreds of millions of years.
If she did, all the eons she had endured would just be reduced to a miserable waste of time.
And so, Ego performed the most desperate dogeza on the floor.
"Sob... it’s just... I didn't want to be abandoned... I wanted to advertise that I’m a super-duper great Soul Weapon!"
"No, then just say that... why did you come up with such a weird concept?"
"Th-that is..."
If I invert the master-servant relationship, I can do whatever I want later... hehehe...!
...She couldn't say that, or she’d be branded a perverted weapon and discarded, so Ego was momentarily speechless.
"W-well, actually... uh..."
"Aha! You’re not a low-tier piece of equipment, are you?"
".....Excuse me?"
That was it.
It was, quite literally, an "insulting misunderstanding."
As the one who created the very concept of a Soul Weapon... how could she be weak?
Was he saying that just because her current form was a short dagger?
Furious, Ego intended to explain her greatness in minute detail.
However.
"If that’s the case, don’t worry. I’m similar to you."
"...What? You... you say you’re the same as me?"
"Yeah. I’m a total newbie who just started today. I’m still weak, lacking... just like you. Maybe that’s why. I feel like, with you, I could try to get stronger, little by little."
Thump!
A sense of camaraderie, like partners in the same boat.
Hyunwoo’s words, as if suggesting that two weak beings should embrace each other and move forward together.
At the same time, seeing him reach out his hand as if proposing, Ego, who had been doing the dogeza, lifted her head and felt her heart literally flutter, a sensation of thump-thump deep in her belly.
So, in the end.
"Yes. That’s right~! I’m a total loser too, but I just lied because I didn't want to be abandoned!"
Ego voluntarily claimed to be a bottom-tier Soul Weapon.
"So please, don't throw me away..."
"Of course! Even if I don't know if I have the skill to protect my own body yet... at least if you’re in danger, I’ll be the kind of master who would risk my life to save you."
THUMP-THUMP!
Of course, there would never be such an occasion!
At the words "I will protect only you" coming from the man’s mouth, Ego, still kneeling, felt as if the floor was literally becoming soaked.
With heart-shaped pupils sparkling, she grabbed the hand Hyunwoo extended and began to rub her cheek against it.
It was something different from her original plan, but she felt like she had gained something even better.
Regardless, Ego had become Hyunwoo’s official Soul Weapon.
'Hehehehe! I did it!'
They had even exchanged names, and since it was late at night, she had returned to her weapon form to sleep... but lying side-by-side in the same room, on the same bed—wasn't that practically like being a married couple?
Excited by that thought, Ego was spending a night as thrilling as if she were already living in a newlywed home with her darling.
Inwardly, she smiled a sinister smile, convinced that the newlywed life with the "husband" she had waited so long for had finally begun.
And the very next morning.
Ego, who had woken up before Hyunwoo while humming a tune, transformed back into her human form and was gently touching the cheek of Hyunwoo, who was lying beside her on the inside of the bed.
Then, suddenly, her expression stiffened.
Because in this newlywed room, this room where only she should be, another "female" had absurdly entered.
"...Who might you be?"
"Me? His master."
"Ma... ster?"
"Yeah. Let me introduce you, Ego. This is Master Baek Seungha, my teacher and assigned hero."
Ah, right.
That feeling she had caught a glimpse of when she first discovered Hyunwoo.
An ominous, unsettling energy.
She had seen the aura that seemed to be bottling that up inside her body, so she had just pretended not to notice to avoid poking a hornet's nest.
To think that such a female was our husband’s master!
Moreover, seeing her drinking the coffee Hyunwoo had made as if it were the most natural thing in the world since the morning, Ego was so furious she was biting the quilt to shreds.
"By the way, who are you, lying in the same bed as my disciple?"
"Can't you tell by looking?! I'm his wife!"
"...No, that's not it, she's my Soul Weapon, Master. That black dagger you were trying to secretly take away yesterday."
"Aha. So she’s the one?"
Since a Soul Weapon is a weapon imbued with a soul, their emotions, personalities, and traits vary wildly.
However, weapons that can transform into human form on their own are rare enough to be counted on one's fingers.
Perhaps that was why.
Baek Seungha was looking at Ego with leisure, as if she were an interesting spectacle.
On the other hand, Ego’s mood was already sour at that sight.
From Hyunwoo’s tone to the attitude of that woman who called herself a master, it sounded as if she had been chosen by her master only thanks to that bitch.
'...I feel sick.'
While pretending to smile brightly, inwardly she felt like snapping her neck right then and there.
In the first place, her husband didn't need a master.
She was offering to let him use her body; what other teachings were necessary?
Besides, she knew the usage of her body best. In other words, she should be the true master!
Just as her thoughts were spiraling into madness.
"By the way, what kind of Soul Weapon is she... Ego?"
Baek Seungha’s playful atmosphere from just a moment ago turned icy.
She narrowed her eyes, scanned Ego, and asked Hyunwoo.
"Kind...?"
But at the unexpected question, Hyunwoo tilted his head blankly.
He seemed unfamiliar with the word "kind" itself. Seeing that reaction, Baek Seungha chuckled and tilted her head slightly.
"Not all Soul Weapons are the same. Swords have many types, right? They’re the same. It’s not just about grades; there are ones that are different from birth."
"I didn't know that. I thought there was only a difference in strength..."
"For example, a 'Holy Sword' imbued with divine power, or a 'Blood Sword' covered in the blood of monsters."
Baek Seungha paused for a moment, then added the final words with a sly smile.
"And... there are also 'Demonic Swords' that grant immense power but gnaw away at the user's lifespan."
"De...monic Sword?"
Hyunwoo flinched subtly at the word.
Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Ego and asked.
"Come to think of it, Ego... didn't you say yesterday that if I just gave you my body, I could use you right away?"
"...Huh? Really? If that’s the case, I should throw her away."
"Eh?!"
"Ah, is that so?"
"W-W-W-Wait a minute!!"
As soon as Baek Seungha spoke as if that were the truth, Ego dove between the two like a horned goat.
And she shook her boobs... no, her head desperately.
"Th-that was just a concept! Hyunwoo-nim! I... I wanted to lead! No, I just lied because I wanted to look cool!"
"Ah, right. That’s what it was. Then Ego, what kind of Soul Weapon are you, anyway?"
"...Excuse me?"
At that moment, an unexpected blow.
'What... kind?'
Hearing those words, Ego was momentarily stunned.
Kind, she says.
Forget kind; I am the original of all Soul Weapons.
In other words, all the weapons that exist in this world are my children, my small fry, the dregs of the spit I’ve spat out.
The "Demonic Sword" that the two were making such a fuss about just a moment ago as an incredible weapon?
Isn't that just a piece of old, fuel-inefficient trash that only gains power by gnawing away at the user's lifespan?
And yet, to me... "What kind are you?"
What should she answer here?
"I, I am..."
"Hmm?"
"Why can't you speak?"
"Th-that is..."
A devoted, loving wife growing step-by-step with her lacking husband.
What a heartwarming and tear-jerking story!
A fairy-tale scenario where they do it well later, have many children, and live happily ever after!
But if she reveals her true identity here?
Then all of this goes down the drain.
No, in the worst case...
'Ah... I thought we were in the same boat, so I got excited for nothing...'
'H-Husband...?'
'Sorry, Ego. You’re too high-class. Someone like me doesn't even suit you. I’ll just sell you and go live in luxury with another woman~'
'A-Noooooooo!!!'
That worst-case future was so vivid that Ego shouted reflexively.
"I, I... actually, I don't know either!"
"Hmm?"
"What?"
"Th-that... I don't remember what kind I was... and... this is my first time meeting a master, hehe... so, I don't know either..."
"An Ego Weapon meeting a master for the first time? ...Well, if it’s too low-tier, it might not have a type at all. Because it’s not worth classifying."
Actually, I’m super strong.
Holy Sword?
Demonic Sword?
Blood Sword?
They’re all just dregs I spat out and didn't even chew, really.
But for a happy future with Hyunwoo.
For a newlywed life that feels like they’ve already had kids and finished getting married because their chemistry is just that good.
Ego decided to volunteer to be demoted from the creator god of all Soul Weapons to "Bread Shuttle No. 1" starting today.