Chapter 15
Chapter 15
The Sub Protagonist Encountered a Demonic Sword
The promotional pitch from the demonic sword was enough to make anyone dizzy.
On top of that, the conditions it offered were absurd.
Unlimited sword energy, infinite mana, fixed durability—those alone didn’t even need explanation.
But necromancy, black magic, and sword control through qi?
Each of those abilities alone could place someone among the strongest in this world. Having all three at once—
Even Bern might have been able to stand on equal footing with Kang Junhyuk in the final battle.
“How are the terms I’ve carefully prepared?”
“…They’re insane.”
“Then hurry and form a contract—!”
“I refuse.”
“…W-why?!”
“They’re tempting, sure. But power like that always comes with a price. Something like taking 80% of my lifespan.”
“There is no power without a cost!”
“I know. That’s why I don’t need it.”
My goal wasn’t to surpass Kang Junhyuk.
It was to live peacefully with a family somewhere far away.
And a demonic sword—
Was nothing but trouble.
Better to destroy it.
If something like this fell into the wrong hands, the world itself could collapse.
I raised my sword.
“One strike. That’s all.”
“W-wait! I’ll offer better terms!”
Too late.
“I said no.”
“I WON’T TAKE ANY PRICE!”
…My hand stopped.
“…What?”
“I won’t take anything. Please… make a contract with me!”
“…Now that’s interesting.”
“…Did you plan this?”
“Maybe.”
Cornered, some resist.
Others beg.
This one—
Was begging.
“Let’s be clear. No curses. No hidden conditions.”
“Yes.”
“And those abilities—necromancy, black magic, sword control—can I use them freely?”
“…That… is difficult.”
“Thought so.”
“…Wait! Once I regain my full power—”
“Relax. I’m not destroying you.”
“…Then?”
“I’ll pay a small price.”
“…!”
“But no curses. That’s absolute.”
“I swear it!”
The sword—
Felt almost excited.
Like a child.
“…What’s your name?”
“Prahrakh.”
“…Prahrakh?”
Familiar.
But I couldn’t place it.
“Fine. Let’s make a contract.”
Not verbal.
Written.
Because verbal contracts in this world—
Were unreliable.
We drafted terms.
Clear.
Unbreakable.
And signed.
Outside—
“You made a contract… didn’t you?”
“…!”
Lord Brand Bilgreen stood there.
This time—
Serious.
“You understand the weight of that decision?”
“Yes.”
“I should kill you before you fall into corruption.”
His sword—
At my neck.
“I understand.”
“Then why are you so calm?!”
“…May I show you something?”
I handed him the contract.
He read it.
Silently.
Then—
“…Hah.”
“…Hahaha!”
“…HAHAHAHA!”
He burst into laughter.
“Incredible! Truly incredible!”
The tension vanished.
“You negotiated THIS with a demonic sword?!”
“…Yeah.”
“This is absurd! Completely one-sided!”
“Glad you think so.”
“No curses. Minimal cost. Full control…!”
He slapped my back.
Hard.
“Damn, that hurts…”
“You’ve got guts! And brains!”
“So… can I keep it?”
“Of course! You’ll use it well!”
“Thanks.”
“Oh—and stop being formal.”
“…Thanks, old man.”
“Hahaha!”
He waved me off.
Satisfied.
After I left—
“What about the holy sword project?”
“…Ah.”
They had planned to melt the demonic sword—
Purify it—
And forge a new holy sword.
“…Well.”
Brand sighed.
“That plan is officially canceled.”
Meanwhile—
At the academy—
Kang Junhyuk collapsed on the training ground.
“Get up!”
Irem Seyrn stood over him.
“You want to be strong, don’t you?”
“Y-yes…!”
“Then run! Thirty laps! No stopping!”
“…Damn it…!”
Without Bern—
He had no support.
Only brutal training.
‘Just endure… until I get the holy sword…!’
He dreamed of power.
Of dominance.
Of taking everything.
But—
That future—
Was already slipping away.