＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

□ ■ Secret years ago

Long ago, before one “world” was born.

A pillar of existence, also known as the Initial Administrator, God, or Infinite Job, haunted its own creation before.

The existence… was about to create a single “world" with its kind.

They divide the boxyard called "The World” and assemble a collection of information.

Those who built the foundations of the "world", those who had aligned monsters, including what is now known as the ancient dragon, those who had aligned numerous resources, those who had incorporated a system called Job, those who had created human beings who were chicks as recipients of Job, those who had prepared management agents (archetypal systems), and those who had set up trials called End, had created a program called The World.

There's only one weapon that the Blacksmith was trying to prepare.

Special super position, a weapon for a peculiar being so called.

A weapon for reaching special super positions, and for special super positions to use.

Possibilities to defeat the Trial and avoid the end of the world (game over).

If you say so, the most powerful weapon in the world.

The blacksmith was entrusted with the creation of a weapon by his kind, using all of his creative ingenuity to create a masterpiece.

But he was in the abyss of stray.

I was supposed to create just one masterpiece, but two weapons in front of him.

As a result of demonstrating all of my creative ingenuity… I created two things without fitting into one.

Something that marks the beginning of one.

A double-cut blade that transforms the shape to be present and even cuts off energy.

The strongest sword with 'absolute amputation' reason.

Something that breaks the end of it all.

An inevitable blade that conflicts with all things and knocks on a sure doom.

The strongest axe with the reason of 'Absolute Extinction'.

One sword and all axes.

Two of the strongest… But before the weapon was completed, the Blacksmith conceived.

Even through, there is one thing that can be completed.

And an unfinished and ending weapon would also fail to exert a 'tenth' of the power it assumes.

For a blacksmith, it can go from masterpiece to waste.

It bothered me. I worried about which one to leave behind.

And... I chose the sword.

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The sword branded [Alter] appeared several times with the names of [Holy Sword King] and [Holy Sword Princess] in the finished “World”.

Even after the annihilation of the giant civilization of civilization earlier, he found a user and returned to history.

It is the most powerful and legendary sword in the world and a symbol of the kingdom.

That made it so widely admired that it was even told as a fairy tale as well as a biography.

The axe, on the other hand, which could not even be given an unfinished name, was buried in history.

The user was indistinct and dotted.

Sometimes some of the leading samurai in that era let them wave, but all regretted it.

Axes always hurt even those who wave themselves.

Sometimes it damaged the body of those who waved, and even took their lives.

Because of its tragedy, the axe was abhorred as a weapon of curse.

Some [Fallen Heavenly Knights] in history tried to use 'If the Curse Weapon', but lost their lives because it was not a curse but an effect as a normal function.

Yes, that's a normal function.

And if it were... both swords and axes are the same thing (...).

Both, 'If you use it, you will flush the same power to the user'.

That is like the cursed weapon of RPG… it is the most powerful weapon with disadvantages.

As for [Alter], the final process that < Blacksmith > can only apply once… is just erasing the disadvantages by granting a mechanism for [Holy Sword King].

Assuming [Alter] had not been chosen, it would have been the worst sword to engrave indelible wounds on the user every time he waved.

And the axe is futile because it wasn't chosen.

It will never unleash its original output.

Because at the time that even that 'tenth' demonstrates its output… the user disappears.

I will never hurt anyone who wields and show true power again.

At a time when it was not chosen, its existence as a weapon forever out of light was confirmed.

I don't think anything of the axe about it.

I don't envy or resent the chosen [Alter], but my instincts as a weapon exist.

All that remains is hope, wanting to be used in things that seek strength.

They tried to stay incomplete but as a weapon.

That is why we empower those in our hands.

And as a price, as a normal function, keep crushing your body.

Thus the lifetime of the axe continued to produce a curse.

He continued to suffer the regret and pain of those who wavered, and the resentment of despair.

The resentment of the shaken and breathless also continued to bathe with the flesh.

In a long history, it was repeated countless times.

Not the axe itself, but the resentment of those who touched it piled up.

Only when...... the surface of the axe was not inherently white, but stained red.

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Even after the destruction of civilization earlier in the period and after the “incarnation” became the custodian, the axe remains unchanged.

For unnamed reasons, or for other reasons, it remained a weapon that no one could handle properly without even being < UBM >.

Except at some point.

Ka [the King of Champions] used to get an axe and wave it in the midst of the war.

Horribly, [the king] could have used that axe.

He even took the disadvantage of what wasn't the maximum output, endured it, and wielded the power of an axe.

At that moment, the axe was used as an axe.

But when I saw some of the axes missing in one battle, I ran out of saying, "I will never use this axe of mine in the future," so the axes were no longer used... and I was punished by a treasure trove.

One of the shattered pieces was swallowed by a young dragon... who was only ever transformed into a being known as [the Dragon King].

Only that axe was untouched after [the king] disappeared, even after the industrial capital with its treasure trove changed the Lord one after the other during the war. (To be precise, whoever put his hand on the detour died)

However, since [Evil God] took the capital as his residence, the whole family of [Evil God] used the axe as his weapon.

The family who became the user could not use the axe like [the King of Champions], but could wave the axe because they had the damage caused by the axe and the ability to regenerate it antagonizing.

He also wrapped a cursed cloth around the axe that set the direction of power so that it was easy for him to handle it.

This gave the family full power, continued to terrorize people, and resentment accumulated more.

But this user can disappear, too.

The [Holy Sword King] and [Evil God] 's Fold of the Showdown, the Axe fought [Alter], who changed his name to [Original Holy Sword], and lost every user.

That was the last battle of the axe.

At the end of the battle, the blade was covered in multiple reds and blacks of rust by resentment accumulated beyond its limits.

The axe, transformed into a hunk of curse, was transferred to his parents' home by [Superfighter] Flamel at the time, the wife of [Holy Sword King].

Her home, the Gideon family, houses a vault of cursed weapons, so it was stored there.

From then on, several priests, including [the Pope] and [the Virgin], attempted to de-curse, but no one will be able to de-curse them until now.

In centuries of history, even the coming history was lost due to the deliberate erasure of information about [evil gods], and the axe became just an object of curse.

The axe that existed from the beginning of the “world" was thought to fall asleep in the vault item box until the end of the “world" as a cursed being that no one could handle as it was.

... by Ray Sterling, until he's free from the item box again.

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□ [Spellman] Ray Sterling

- Do you want strength?

The voice, not the sound... just echoed directly into my head.

At the same time, a huge amount of information flows into my head.

The memory of the axe I dreamed of this morning and several occasions connected from it.

That the axe has continued to hurt numerous users over a long period of time.

The emergence of the user and the fact that he was let go by that user.

That he was treated by a monster and used with a black cloth wrapped around what I saw.

And that someone with [Alter]... was defeated by Azrite's ancestors.

At the end of the day... I saw my face (...).

"This is... ugh! Shit..."

Confused by the information received, momentarily but completely stopping the movement.

It eats the slaughter of the [slur] hitherto critical and dodged.

... I thought so, but the slaughter didn't hit me.

Precisely, the [slur] movement has stopped.

He kept swinging his left blade up against me, stopping.

[Slal] Not only, Nemesis, Gabella, even my body... everything but my thoughts have stopped.

Even the world is a monochrome as if it had omitted color.

But I'm moving.

I'm looking at my translucent body that I can't move, like I did with a phantom exit.

"What... this?

No way. Is this [Lazy Demon King] skill too?

But if that's the case, there's no point in freeing up only my thoughts.

So, this is...

"Run Ri. There is only a fast exchange of information between me and you. Even in this space, the speed is different compared to the mental activity of others. My conversation with you takes place in less than a moment. Your physical time will be fine for another three minutes."

Earlier voice...... no, that axe voice explained that in response to my heart voice.

It's like talking to a nemesis.

But I don't see him.

"Fast exchange of information...... that's what I just saw?

"Run Ri. I have conveyed my information in a manner acceptable to you. '

It was like a fast forwarding digest, I didn't hear words or anything, just conveyed an image of the footage.

Most of the characters don't even know who they are.

Familiar [Alter] and Azrite ancestors with portraits left,... and the way I found out who I was the only one.

Still, I understand how this guy has gone through time...

... that I could only spend that way because I was incomplete... I could understand.

'After understanding, repeat the question. Do you want strength?

The axe threw the same word at me again.

Thou shalt be wounded if thou hast my strength. My power is all blades, and if I wield it, I will be hurt by the same force '

"You..."

The axe tells me how it works.

Even if I continue to be resented because of how it works, it doesn't break and bend and it hasn't changed the way I am.

... I sincerely think he's a fool.

"Can I ask you a question first?

"Acceptable"

"... why are you asking me here now?

You wouldn't have said anything when I got you, when I first waved you, or when Mr. Ray fought.

'There are two reasons. One, because of the specificity of this space'

"Dreamland's?

"According to your memory, this is a space that only the willing can trace. Neither the curse that binds us nor the resentment of the cloudiness that surrounds us exists in this space. Therefore, we can move of our own free will '

Are you saying that in reality this guy didn't say anything because of that huge resentment and cloth?

... And if in your dreams you can move at this guy's will, now's not the first time he's talked about it.

I guess that dream was my first call to me.

"The second reason is because you are."

"Because it's me?

After a snort if you are a person, the axe states the continuation of the words.

"He waved me once and crushed me. I dreamed and knew I was born. For my sake, I lost the battle. Still, you will not let me go. Still, you want strength. There are never many such. Throughout my history, only three people '

It must be a man like that king and a monster.

And I guess it's me.

Therefore I ask thee again. Even if my power crushes you, do you seek my power?

In response to that question, I...

"How powerful are you that I can crush myself and pull out?

I returned it with an inquiry that presupposed one decision.

To my question, the axe is only a little silent...

"There was a word close to my answer to your memory of exchanging information."

And the axe, returns the answer.

"- It's Possible You Can Beat That [Slal]"

That was... similar to what Nemesis once said.

"- Superior."

That's why...... my return was one word.

I sought strength, and I was also convinced of that power.

In contrast, only this word will be the answer.

I decided to take this guy at every risk.

From the beginning, I was also thinking about using this guy in battle with [Slal].

I just didn't know that if I used it, I would lose my hands and feet, and that would crush mythical metal.

But if there's a chance we can win... I'll bet on that.

"I haven't come up with the name of the promise yet, okay?

That's the name I promised this morning, but I haven't thought of a boulder yet.

"Soon it will be when my reality is unleashed..."

"Right. Well, I'll think of a good name."

"Expect"

Eventually, the world that was monochrome faded...

- The moment the world moved out, [Slal] was swinging the blade down in front of me.

To be continued