Chapter 233: The Simp Sword Packs Itself
Damian stared at the silver sword, his expression becoming stranger by the second.
After all, what the sword said basically fit his master, Selvara.
A woman who had entered the Sword Tomb years ago, caused this arrogant silver sword to remember her until now, and was called Demon Sword or Sword Demon by others.
The more Damian thought about it, the more his face twitched.
"Damn... the woman this sword mentioned really fits my master, Selvara. It fits everything the sword said."
Selvara’s hair was silver.
Her sword path was also cold, sharp, and terrifying enough to make ordinary cultivators piss themselves.
Another important thing was that Selvara was now his master and still quite young, meaning that years ago, she would have been young enough to enter the Sword Tomb.
That also matched the time when the silver sword saw her.
More importantly, Damian had heard from the demon spies, Serina and Miona, that Selvara was called Sword Demon by the demonic sect members.
At that time, he had thought the title sounded cool.
Now, standing in front of this silver sword, it suddenly felt like another damn plot hook.
A new thought suddenly hit him.
Damian looked at the King Grade weapons around him once again.
The pipa was perfect for Violetta.
The hammer was perfect for Vulkara.
Finally, this silver sword was basically connected to Selvara and seemed destined to become her sword.
Damian’s expression became even stranger.
"Wait a damn minute... what the hell is this?"
His eyes slowly widened.
"Why are all three King Grade weapons I found basically perfect for my disciples and master? Is this what they call plot armor or something?"
That thought did not make him sad or discouraged at all. Instead, his eyes brightened even more, and his shameless smile returned.
"To think something like this happened to me... damn... it seems I’m also one of the protagonists."
Although Damian hated protagonists because of their crazy luck, he naturally did not hate becoming one himself.
After all, if he had protagonist luck, that meant his fortune must be really good.
Very good.
Ridiculously good.
The kind of good fortune that made enemies vomit blood and made treasures willingly jump into his storage ring.
Damian rubbed his chin, and his mood improved instantly.
"No wonder I survived Nolan’s poor simp attack. Maybe heaven finally realized I’m too handsome to die."
The pipa spirit stared at him with clear disgust. "Why are you suddenly looking so proud?"
Damian waved his hand. "Nothing. I just realized my destiny might be higher than expected."
The hammer spirit snorted from the storage ring. "Your face is annoying again."
Damian ignored him and looked back at the silver sword.
His expression became calmer. "I know her."
The silver sword’s killing intent froze for a breath.
The pipa spirit also turned slightly.
Even the hammer spirit inside the storage ring became quiet.
A moment later, the silver sword’s cold voice echoed again. "Do not lie to me."
Damian raised one hand. "I’m not lying."
The silver sword trembled faintly, and a thin silver light spread across its blade. "You really know her?"
Damian nodded. "Yeah. I really know her."
The killing intent around the sword became sharper, but this time, it did not feel purely hostile.
Instead, it felt anxious, restless, and almost desperate.
The silver sword’s voice lowered. "Then say her name."
Damian looked at it for a moment, then rubbed his chin. "You said you forgot her name, right?"
The silver sword replied angrily, "Indeed, I forgot her name. But if you know it, I should recognize it the moment you say it."
Damian nodded, agreeing with him. "Hmm... yeah, that’s quite possible."
He paused on purpose.
The silver sword waited.
The pipa spirit glanced at Damian.
The hammer spirit also seemed to notice something was wrong.
Damian’s lips slowly curved.
"Okay then... the name is..."
The silver sword remained completely still, as if the whole tomb was holding its breath with it.
Damian finally said the name.
"Selvara."
The moment that name left his lips, the entire [Forbidden Deep Tomb] seemed to become still.
The silver sword stopped moving.
Its killing intent disappeared for a moment.
A few breaths later, the silver sword trembled violently.
HUMM!
Its voice, which had always been cold and emotionless, finally cracked slightly. "Yes..."
Damian’s eyes moved.
The silver sword trembled again, and its silver light became brighter. "Yes. I remember now. Selvara. That was her name."
Damian nodded. "Yeah, of course she is. Now, will you follow me out? After all, I know your destined wielder."
The sword remained silent for a moment before finally speaking again. "Fine, boy... I will follow you out."
The pipa spirit became silent.
The hammer spirit’s flames flickered inside the ring.
Damian’s eyes brightened instantly.
The silver sword’s voice turned cold again. "Do not misunderstand. I am not following you. I am only using you to reach her."
Damian smiled shamelessly. "Same thing."
"It is not."
"It basically is."
The silver sword released a dangerous hum.
HUMM...
Damian immediately coughed. "Fine, fine. Not the same thing."
The silver sword slowly descended from the broken stone platform.
Its blade shone with silver light, elegant and terrifying, like moonlight sharpened into death.
"Remember this clearly," the silver sword said. "Give me to that woman."
Damian nodded. "Okay. I’ll give you to Selvara."
The silver sword’s killing intent settled.
The pipa spirit and hammer spirit were still quiet.
For a moment, neither of them knew what to say.
They had tried to persuade this stubborn sword for years, yet Damian only said one name and solved the whole damn problem.
Damian noticed their silence and grinned.
"What? Shocked?"
The hammer spirit muttered, "Damn... this was too easy."
The pipa spirit looked at Damian with deep suspicion. "Your destiny really might be disgusting."
Damian laughed softly. "Hehehe. I told you."
The silver sword ignored their conversation.
Its attention was clearly not on Damian at all.
Even though it had agreed to leave, its blade kept trembling faintly, as if the name Selvara had awakened something buried for many years.
Damian looked at it and suddenly felt his mouth twitch.
"Wait... isn’t this sword acting way too eager now?"
Earlier, it had acted cold, arrogant, and impossible to convince.
Now, the moment it heard Selvara’s name, it practically packed itself.
Damian rubbed his chin.
His gaze became strange.
"Silver sword."
The sword answered coldly, "What?"
Damian stared at it for a few breaths, then said seriously, "You are also a simp."
The silver sword’s killing intent exploded.
SHIIING!
A thin sword light stopped right beside Damian’s neck.
The silver sword’s voice became icy. "Say that again."
Damian raised both hands immediately. "I said you are loyal."
The pipa spirit’s mouth twitched.
The hammer spirit laughed so hard his flames almost burst out of the storage ring.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Damian wiped cold sweat from his forehead.
"Damn. Simp sword has no sense of humor."