I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Years have passed since I was thrown into a worm's nest. No, I didn't give a shit about that at the time, so I don't know the exact time myself. But it won't be six months or a year.

I kept living in the demonic realm. Outside the crack, it was so hell that it seemed better to be eaten all over by worms.

Some worms stabbed me with needles, while others had wings (haha) like swords.

Particularly troublesome would have been bugs that use magic and attributes. There are hundreds of bugs. I have used most of the attributes.

Others have been poured into their bodies with many different poisons, or eggs laid in their bodies. I didn't realize that, and I thought my stomach ached recently, but now I'm laughing. It would be a pain relief harm.

You cried for the first time in your life when countless bugs broke through your belly. Although I received some education in the course of the experiment, it would also be at this time that I exploded my emotions for the first time, when they were rare.

The most hand-burned worm by then would be the type with space-time attributes. It's not just about using metastases, it's about letting the jaw wrap space-time attributes around it, which penetrates the skin and mutilates the guts. Well, if it came with resistance to space-time attributes, it would have been as cluttered as it could have been transferred.

Yes. Resistance.

Competition for survival with bugs, repeated day and night. As I continued to live in such a hell, I was gaining peculiar power. Now I know, but I seemed to be in an easily tolerable shape.

Maybe dragons and slimes, the ability of both sides to adapt to the environment, were expressed in that way.

The majority of attacks could be ignored by continuing to be extensively attacked by both worms. Turns out later, all I didn't have at the time was moonlight resistance, necromancer resistance. With that in mind, you can see the variety of bug attacks. Because these two are still low.

The other is the ability to eat anything. Bad eater. This one, too, would be a trait common to both dragons and slimes. Honestly, was this better for me?

It was a real coincidence that I realized that. And the worm swarmed into the rock, and he noticed that he was licking something, and he licked it himself.

It was warm. It was a rock formation containing salt and minerals. Having only spoken of worms until then, I was shocked by the taste. You can say I was fascinated.

Rock with a hint of salt flavour. It's not what a normal person would say, but it was the best treat for me at the time.

As I licked the pepper and the rock, I wanted to eat more and I was eating the rock unexpectedly. And I realize. "Oh, don't even eat rocks," he said.

It wasn't just the chewing power that was up, it was the power that made what you put in your mouth vulnerable at some point. It was still that weak force compared to now, but it was still enough to eat rocks and iron.

From there, my diet showed a spread. If you can eat rocks too, what about sand? Iron-like worm crusts and demon stones are no problem either. Particularly delicious was the rock formations from which demonic water gushed. It was full of magic.

I kept eating the rocks around the spring water. How long before a giant hole opens and reaches a certain place.

That's the dungeon core room. Oh, my God, it's been called a mysterious demonic realm for years. There, it was actually a dungeon. The Dungeon Master was a worm, the type with no particular intelligence.

Still, I guess we were manipulating the core with our instincts and creating our own habitable environment. That demon water was also a trick to call and raise bugs.

I had no reason to know that at the time, I just thought:

"Sounds good"

A dungeon core with tremendous power just seemed delicious. I devoured and devoured the dungeon core. I have succeeded in eating and fleshing.

I've been thinking lately about Floating Island, where I was born. Though I slept in a coffin, I was also on a floating island after dungeoning for a few hours before being transferred. Could that be affecting anything?

What I can say for sure is that I've been dramatically stronger by incorporating dungeon cores into that body. That is to the extent that it wipes out all the bugs that remained around it.

It was a dungeon, but the worm was a warcraft called in from the outside, so the destruction of the core kept the worm from disappearing.

However, power wasn't the only thing gained by dungeon cores. Apparently, the dungeon core remains in me in some way, causing interference with the other dungeon cores.

"The Red Sword," one of Reids Kingdom's treasures, was created with Dungeon Core as its nucleus. It was the first time I used it. Dragged by myself and the red sword who demonstrated unexpected power, I ran wild, causing enormous damage.

My flesh mutated into a giant earth dragon, and it burst around. It would be the result of a combination of the growth capacity of the slime and the factors of the ground dragon.

In the hours leading up to the expiration of the magic that was in the red sword, the forest and one fortress had disappeared. Had the members, including Biscott, not stopped pushing me ready to die, the damage would have been more widespread.

I can manage to control it now, but hey, I can't use it. On leaving the country, the more sealed measures have been imposed by the Prime Minister. Why don't you ask me to trust you because there's no one you can trust?

Well, I don't know what else to do. When he defeated the knights and mercenaries of the crossing kingdom of Kranzel, he scattered around with a red sword.

It was a dragon man form at the time, but not necessarily without a guy remembering a prominent red sword.

In fact, he remembered. Still, it's about working with us, so I wonder how important our people are...

If you show the real thing in a place like this, there might be other guys to remember.

It sounds like fun to kill more of each other with Fran, but that's all I can show you. Do you think they gave up the win? Well, it seemed like they were hiding something behind their backs over there, and they would be each other.

Confirmation of the information that S-rank adventurers may have belonged to the Kingdom of Kranzel and also served to some extent the purpose of exploring its strength.

That's all a franc of rank A does. Rank S would be an area where you shouldn't get your hands on jail.

Oh, shit, consciousness flies. Does it feel like this is dying? Interesting......

What? Who? Uncle......?

Oh, is this the one that runs horse lights? The day I first met my father-in-law is reminiscent.

The rice was gone, and a group led by one man appeared before me worried about leaving the land.

"This is... Come and find out what caused the bugs to disappear... Girl?

Apollonias, then head of the Red Sword Knights. My father-in-law named me Sibula, who lived the same way as a beast, gave me life as a person and the warmth of my family. It was such a moment of encounter with the only person I could call my parents.

It was after this that I met Biscott and Cricca. Chimeric guinea pig - children born with only one Warcraft factor, created by diverting my research data. My father-in-law was protecting them. Crush an institution that was doing inhumane research.

Because of this, even after my father-in-law retired, the Knights of the Red Sword and Lord Nanzhong are not close.

Reminds me of my stepfather's out-of-the-bottom smile who didn't think anything of it. Oh, I'll take care of the rest...... I'm sure I'll take all of Reids...

Ha, what are you thinking when you're dying?

Ahhh...... Have I lost...... Well, it means they were strong. So don't make such a crying face, Biscott, Cricca......