Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 129 - 128 - What is this sword?

Raven reached into his trade channel’s inventory and pulled out the sword.

The moment his hand gripped the pitch-black hilt, his eyes went blank.

The world stilled.

Then, it turned violet.

Not Indigo. Not Blue. But Violet.

An overwhelming, all-consuming violet washed over everything.

It covered everything.

He couldn’t see the floor. He couldn’t feel his body. He couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

He could only see violet.

Then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—his vision began to return.

The world rebuilt itself in layers, but everything was still tinged with that same majestic hue.

The bed, the chair, the window, and even the scenery outside.

But then, Raven saw it.

It wasn’t the world that was violet.

The color was converging.

It spiraled and streamed, drawing itself toward the sword in his hand like divine mist finding its altar.

Soon, the sword was shrouded in violet light as if it were born of it. It was as if it had a sheath of otherworldly reverence that no craftsman could forge.

But as his Fate Eyes trembled, Raven realized that the color was because of his eyes.

This weapon was an opportunity.

The kind that should not exist. The kind that shouldn’t be allowed to exist.

It was so great that even violet color, which was said to be the greatest level his fate eyes could show, couldn’t define it, causing it to blind Raven for a few seconds.

Even Crisaius, his lunatic master who taught him Dragonification, a power related to the dragons, was only rated indigo.

But this?

This was Violet.

He had never seen Violet before.

Not once.

Not on anyone.

Not on anything.

It was so rare that it terrified him.

’How OP is this sword for it to incite such a reaction from Fate Eyes?’

His fingers tightened around the hilt unconsciously.

But then—

Hum.

A soft vibration ran up his arm.

The sword rang.

The moment it did, his world around Raven shattered.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

It was instant, silent, and absolute.

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Two golden eyes opened before him.

Suspended in the dark, like twin stars in an eternal void.

They didn’t glow. They watched.

Then, a silhouette emerged slowly, impossibly tall and shrouded in flowing shadows that disobeyed gravity.

It had no face, no name, no body—only presence.

But before Raven could even understand anything, a voice followed.

It wasn’t heard through the ears, nor was it spoken through lips.

It echoed in his head.

"You have divinity... but you are not a god."

The words reverberated through the void. They resonated in Raven’s bones, like ancient bells tolling through centuries.

"You know gods... but you worship none."

A pause. The eyes narrowed. Judging.

"You can judge good and bad..."

Another pause.

"...but you hold no desire to become a god."

Silence.

Raven stood breathless and wordless before the being.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak or was too scared to do so.

Raven was someone who had talked back to the first goddess he had met.

The problem was that he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move.

It was as if the gravity around him had increased manyfold.

But then, before Raven could understand what the voice was ranting about, the sword floated between them, now weightless in the air.

The violet light his Fate Eyes say was now gone.

Then, the voice spoke again—final, unwavering.

"So, hear ye."

"From this day forward, you may wield this sword."

"Name it. Command it. Shape it. Ruin it."

"It shall be yours."

"However—"

The void trembled. The eyes flared.

"—the day you decide to become a god..."

"This sword will be your end."

"Because this is no ordinary sword. But a sword made to slay gods."

The last word hit like a hammer.

Raven gasped—blinking—

Back in the real world.

Sweat clung to his skin.

His breath came sharp and ragged.

But the sword was still in his hand.

Still black.

Still impossibly quiet.

But now—

It was sharper.

It wasn’t ugly anymore. It was as if the fungus on its blade had been cleaned.

Raven could feel something from the sword, like it was trying to speak with him.

It was like the sword was trying to say something.

Raven squinted at the pitch-black sword in his hands, sweat still clinging to his neck.

The violet glow was gone, but something had changed.

It was still. Too still.

Like a beast holding its breath.

He leaned in, trying to focus.

’Is it really trying to say something?’ He wondered, only to scoff the next second. ’Yeah, right. As if it’s a talking sword—’

Before he could complete his thoughts—

"Yo, you deaf or just that weak?"

Raven screamed and yeeted the sword across the room.

Clang—

It bounced off the wall and landed blade-first into the floor, quivering slightly.

There was silence.

Then, a sigh.

"...This the clown I’m ’bout bonded to?"

The voice was gruff, smooth, and weirdly gangster.

Raven stared at the sword like it had just licked his wallet.

"What in the divine discount hell was that?"

"Tch. Weak-ass senses. I been callin’ you for the past minute. Thought you croaked."

The sword sounded offended like it had just been ghosted.

Raven slowly approached the sword, his eyes wide. "You can talk?"

"No, I’m throwin’ my voice through echolocation, genius."

Raven blinked. "What the fu—"

"Shut it and drip some blood, dumbass. That’s how the bond works. I ain’t fully unlocked till you feed me a drop or two. Preferably not from your toe."

Raven hesitated, unsure if that was the right choice.

The sword, however, wasn’t having it. "Yo, seriously? You gonna use me or just keep standing there like a confused chicken? Just say no already so I can dip. I’d rather rot in some back alley than be stuck with a slow-ass, half-committed punk like you."

"Wow," Raven stared wide-eyed. "Now I’m being dissed by a sword? That’s a new low even for me."

But he still moved forward as he wanted the sword, and since it said that blood bonding was the only way, he believed in it.

Although he was still unsure if he was having a divine stroke, Raven pricked his thumb and let a drop of blood fall on the blade.

Hiss.

A faint glow.

Then silence.

"...Huh. That actually tasted good. You eat mana crystals for breakfast or somethin’?"

Raven muttered, "I might’ve licked one once during our last trial..."

"Damn. No wonder you taste like PTSD and ambition."

Suddenly, dark violet runes carved themselves across the sword’s surface, disappearing just as quickly.

Raven’s Fate Eyes flickered slightly in response—but before he could check—

"Aight, we bonded now—"

A pause.

Then, with genuine disgust, the sword growled, "Yo! Why the fuck are you so weak?"

Raven flinched. "Excuse me?"

"No, seriously. What kinda toddler-ass stats you got? How the hell you plan to kill a god when you out here with wet noodle energy? You couldn’t even kill a lesser angel if they tripped and fell on your sword."

Raven’s eye twitched. "I don’t plan to kill gods, jackass. I need you for mortals. You know, humans? Demons? People with taxes?"

There was a pause.

Then the sword said, "...Oh. Mortals? That’s easy. I can sneeze on a mortal and they’d disintegrate."

Raven’s eyes widened. "Wait, really?"

"Bruh, I breathe mana they die."

Raven stared at the sword for a whole minute before a grin stretched across his face. He threw his hands up in the air. "I’m OP now, baby! Let’s go! I can kill any mortal! HAHAHA!"

He ran to the wall and yanked the sword free with one hand, spinning it like an excited child with a deadly blender.

"I’m gonna test this baby out—just a quick slice."

The sword sighed. "You sure, homie? I’m expensive."

Raven smirked. "I’m part-dragon, you know? I got mana for days, man. Crisaius’s been recently training me until I could sweat spells."

"Who Crisaius now—Forget it. Lemme remind you, though I’m built for divine-tier warfare, not toddler skirmishes—"

"I got this," Raven cut the sword off, lifting it high. "Just show me your power—just a taste!"

The sword sighed again—resigned.

"...Whatever. You’re the wielder. Let’s raze a little."

A faint tremble ran up the blade.

The air started humming.

Mana began to spiral at Raven’s feet, crackling like electricity meeting destiny.

The windows rattled. The ceiling flickered. Somewhere outside, a squirrel screamed, feeling something dangerous was about to go down.

Raven’s eyes glinted.

"Oh yeah... This is gonna be good."

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