Chapter 132
Chapter 132
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: The Wingless Nightmare
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I took the hilt from her and gripped it.
The sword was entirely jet-black. The hilt was a perfect black, with an ornate counterweight at the end to balance the center of gravity.
Above the straight crossguard extending to both sides, a triangular shape ran up the center of the blade. The thin triangle, etched with patterns, ended at the one-third point of the sword.
I grasped the hilt with both hands and raised the sword vertically in front of my chest, point toward the ceiling. Ceres smirked as she watched me.
"Like it? Anything uncomfortable? You can swing it around here if you want. Just don't break the furniture. Actually, knowing you, I might let one or two slide. As long as it's not too expensive."
"...Doesn't seem to be."
I tuned out Ceres's excited chatter with one ear and let it flow out the other as I slowly examined the blade's surface.
My reflection gleamed on the gray surface of the edge. It was so smooth and polished it could double as a mirror. With proper maintenance, it would stay that way forever.
The edge was razor-sharp too. Even I, who'd only handled kitchen knives, utility knives, and carving tools before possessing this BrDal 4 body, could tell at a glance.
"Looks like nothing's off, so my skills haven't dulled yet. Oh, one more thing. This one's from back when I was obsessed with swords, so it has extra features. Like this—huh?"
Before Ceres could finish, I squeezed the hilt and poured my 'will' into it. The gray blade instantly shifted to a mana-like blue hue.
"What? How'd you know?"
I stayed silent, infused more will, and gripped tighter. The blue blade split down the center—gold on the left, silver on the right.
"...You knew that too? What are you? How do you know all this?"
"Who knows. I don't. Maybe the sword told me."
"When did something I made become an ego sword?"
It was just like the game's original Ceres NPC explained, but I couldn't admit that, so I brushed it off shamelessly. Ceres looked utterly baffled.
I gripped the hilt hard again, and the blade returned to gray. The soft white glow illuminating the room faded away.
I slid the sword into the sheath Ceres handed me. A satisfying *click* echoed as blade and sheath locked perfectly. I fastened the sheath to my belt.
*Finally, the day has come to claim this.*
This was the sword known in the game as the "Wingless Nightmare."
Among all weapons in Brightest Darkness 4, it boasted overwhelmingly broken specs—the ultimate, strongest one-handed sword.
It had the reach of a greatsword, massive attack judgment, super armor that withstood every attack in BrDal 4, top-tier attack power modifiers and base stats, excellent reinforcement scaling, light weight, attack speed just a tad slower than a dagger, insane special ability damage with minimal startup/endlag and mana cost, three attribute-based abilities, no elemental weaknesses against monsters, free enchanting with built-in multiplier amplification.
With this alone, I could deal physical, magical, and holy damage—by switching attributes like I just did.
It had every cheat condition imaginable.
Hiding a weapon this broken behind an impossible subquest chain—complete with that hellish holy water delivery—made the devs' intentions obvious.
If that delivery quest were mandatory, the BrDal 4 team would be sunk in the Pacific by now.
"It's exactly what I wanted. Thank you, Ceres."
"Why thank me? I should be thanking you. It's all thanks to you guys."
Ceres beamed, subtly drawing her arms in to emphasize her chest. Beneath her undersized crop top from forge work, breasts of absurd size gathered.
Matching the popes—or maybe a size larger—truly deserving the term "busty." Sweat beaded in her cleavage, tracing curves down the massive mounds.
Her old clothes no longer fit, so she'd improvised with scraps. Even covering her nipples was a close call.
"Yeah, there's one uncomfortable thing. 'My boobs are too big' to smith properly."
Ceres emphasized that phrase with a grin, kneading her chest shamelessly—as if daring me to stare.
Right after chugging her completed elixir, she'd seen her breasts balloon past her head and joyfully groped them, unbothered by her torn top exposing her nipples.
If Minerva hadn't snapped her out of it and told her to get dressed, she'd have bounced those things everywhere for ages.
Regaining her senses, she'd locked herself in the workshop, pouring her soul into crafting the ultimate weapon—just hours ago.
Outside the window, the sun dipped low, painting the sky in sunset hues.
"You'll be uncomfortable from now on, but you'll get used to it."
"I know. 'My boobs are too big,' so it'll suck. But what can you do? Gotta accept it."
I recalled the NPC laughing, *'Too much hair is a pain to wash.'* I smiled faintly. Luckily, Ceres didn't notice.
"Then we'll be going."
"Huh? Already? I was gonna crack open some booze. Take some with you—no charge."
"We have things to do. We'll visit again when we have time."
Minerva, cheeks puffed, tugged my sleeve insistently. Time to hunt that Crystal Scroll.
Any longer here, and she'd ditch all dignity as Archmage, flop to the floor, and throw a tantrum to leave.
"Come by anytime! You're always welcome!"
Ceres saw us off outside, waving wildly. Her head-sized breasts jiggled with overwhelming presence.
Once we were far enough, Minerva spoke.
"Good thing she didn't notice your expression."
"...Yeah."
I sighed softly.
"It's not permanent, right?"
Minerva had guessed from my face alone. I nodded with a wry smile.
In the game, the original Ceres NPC developed a hair growth potion for lush locks and happily forged the player's chosen weapon with a blissful grin.
But the effect wasn't permanent.
After clearing the main story and final bosses of each route, revisit her, and you'd find her hairless again, drowning sorrows in booze.
Ceres's fate was the same. In a few years, she'd revert to that flat, nipple-only desolate figure.
That's why I couldn't laugh along. I knew that chest's grim end.
"Off to find the Crystal Scroll now, dear?"
"Weapons secured. Gotta."
Snapping from reverie, I spread the map, recalling the scroll's spot. Minerva eyed me anxiously.
"Here."
I pointed deep in the mountains—a valley. Minerva checked coordinates and raised her staff for teleport.
In a blink, we were there. Stunned by the scenery shift, Minerva prodded me.
"Tell me what to do next."
"Uh... find a waterfall first. A massive one."
Minerva pulsed mana. Eyes closed in focus, she swung her staff. Another blink, new scenery.
A thunderous *ROOOAR* roared nearby.
*...Even bigger than in the game.*
I gawked at the waterfall—apartment-building tall, magical in scale.
The whole river plunged off a colossal cliff, spraying like a downpour.
Without Minerva's barrier, we'd be drowned rats.
—Here, dear? Speak freely. I hear all.
Her voice echoed in my head.
"Yes. This is it."
—But the survey teams checked this waterfall ages ago. Concluded nothing here.
I knew. Game docs mentioned repeated checks.
A waterfall this huge screamed "secret behind it." Obsessed ancient-scroll mages surely investigated.
The hunch was right.
But the location was wrong.
"Not behind the waterfall. Below it."
I pointed where it crashed. Mist sprayed, whirlpools swirled—insane volume.
"Divert the water somewhere else briefly, Minerva? Clear the drop zone."
She complied instantly. Staff tapped ground. A mirror-like portal sucked the cascade, redirecting it aside.
Side streams filled gaps, but no roar. Eerie sight: a calm pond amid falling streams.
Silence fell.
"Done. More?"
"Keep the spell up. Won't take long."
I stood casually. Minerva fidgeted beside me. Near the scroll, her legendary patience evaporated fast.