With a flick of his finger—bingo, an orange-rarity item. The blade’s name alone sent a chill down the spine: Persecution!
Persecution
Type: Curved Sword
Tier: Legendary
Required Level: 10 (Upgradable)
Strength +40
Intelligence +1
Speed +40
Durability 5000/5000
Special Effect:
- Casting speed of charge-type skills +30%
- +20 resistance when using charge-type skills
- Area of effect of charge-type skills expands by 35% upon cast
- Initiating a forward charge grants charge stacks. At 100 stacks, next strike unleashes a fan-shaped shockwave dealing 1.0 × Strength bonus damage. Affected enemies gain "Persecution" status: control duration +20%, damage taken +20%, lasting 10 seconds.
"Perfect. Exactly the aggressive opener I needed. Time for the Descent!" Ou Tao drew out Yami’s Soul Core.
The Descent skill merged the Soul Core with his sword—a form of enhancement only Spirit Swordsmen could harness.
"Prepare for Persecution, Yami!"
Ou Tao began chanting. It felt a little chuunibyou, but remembering this wasn’t a game—this was a real otherworld, real magic—made the swirling mana around him and the floating Soul Core feel less awkward… even kinda cool.
In real life, Ou Tao rarely spoke or boasted. Many thought this soft-spoken youth didn’t match the image of a Sword God. But in-game? A hot-blooded pro legend—reckless, brutal, ferocious—striking fear into rivals.
He adored monsters like Yami Behemoth: vicious, rampaging demons. Her legend? Out of hatred for elves, she charged the Sacred Tree, dying bloodied yet plunging the elves into civil war.
So evil! So savage! Ou Tao had vividly imagined summoning a mountain-sized beast—pale green face, sharp fangs, crimson eyes, barbed spikes covering its body, bloodthirsty and frenzied, devouring foes without a trace. Enemies would pee their pants on sight.
Lost in the fantasy, he dismissed any chuunibyou doubts and roared: "With my blood, I summon your departed soul! Descend upon this blade—your new vessel! Reveal yourself and stand before me!"
The Soul Core shattered. A cold wind howled. A massive black silhouette emerged—oval-shaped, looming like a falling mountain. Two long ears slowly perked up.
Ke Er trembled behind a stool, peering out with wide amber eyes. "S-so scary… Father, you’re summoning a demon!"
Black energy coalesced into a beam and shot into the sword. The name updated: Ami’s Persecution. Descent Effect activated: all stats and special effects boosted by 10%.
Ou Tao scanned the room. "Where’s my beast? Shouldn’t it be thirty meters tall?!"
"Swordmaster!"
He looked down. A girl sat on a small stool before him—short brown hair, long brown ears twitching, clad in sleek black leather armor. Delicate oval face, well-proportioned figure. Her brown pants hugged long, toned legs; her seated posture revealed a softly rounded silhouette.
But her expression? Not fierce at all. Lips slightly parted, eyes wide with innocent curiosity—adorably clueless.
Ou Tao blinked. Three days of effort… for *this*? Too cute to scare anyone. Back home, she’d be a top model—those legs alone screamed "leg model."
"On your feet! Stand straight!"
The long-eared girl snapped to attention. Ou Tao circled her, scrutinizing like an officer sizing up a dazed recruit.
"Why are you a cute girl?!"
"SSR Sword Spirits take human form upon Descent! This one looks fierce—*very* fierce!—but this one is female!" Her ears twitched as she raised a hand, even lifting one leg playfully.
"No laughing! Be serious! Where’s the evil?!"
"Umm… history books lie. This one didn’t *mean* to crash into the Elf Clan’s Sacred Tree!" Yami clasped her hands over her stomach, swaying gently, cheeks puffed, looking utterly wronged.
Ou Tao watched her ears flicker. "Ah. You’re a rabbit-type monster—speed assault class. Got caught in a scheme? Ran too fast?"
He’d already pictured it: Yami, wronged but wise, guiding him to resolve the elves’ conflict and reap glorious rewards…
Little did he expect *that*.
