Chapter 132: Picking a Weapon (4)

Bolton furrowed his brow. The boy was obviously right.

His body was too underdeveloped to use such a heavy weapon, but he refused to believe that the greatest minds of the greatest era that created this hadn't thought of such a situation beforehand.

"You Highness, have you tried infusing mana into it?"

"No" Ezra said while holding his chin.

"Then please try it out"

With nothing to lose, Ezra did as instructed.

*WAH!*

The scythe lit up with blinding light instantly, forcing both men to close their eyes, before dimming immediately after.

Ezra opened his eyes to see a white outline extend all over the weapon.

The connection also seemed to have grown stronger.

With just a thought, the scythe decreased in size at a visible rate till it was the size of a crest.

Ezra couldn't help but be baffled.

"Eh?"

And truly, it was warranted.

Only then did the words about the weapon being one of the greatest humanity ever made sink into his head.

A name popped up in his head as he turned to the advisor slowly to confirm it.

"You don't mean the legendary enchantments, right? The twenty-six weapons of Kaldun?!"

It was Bolton's turn to be surprised as he nodded.

"So you do know about them. Good. Then, as I said before, that scythe in your hand is one of them"

Ezra gulped nervously as his assumptions were affirmed.

He doubted that an Oranian existed that didn't know it.

The legend of Kaldun. The greatest blacksmith Orion had ever seen.

It was said that, in his prime, he forged twenty-six weapons for a power that no longer existed.

And all twenty-six were legendary.

Yet now he was being told that the five weapons in front of him were part of that collection.

But then his brows arched to form a suspicious look.

'If this is true, why didn't they use it at the war in my past life?'

So he turned to Bolton.

"Why is the Empire leaving such great treasures to rot in here?"

Bolton gave him a look of humor before speaking...

"I don't know how you managed to do it, but you do realize that getting acknowledgement from these weapons isn't easy, no, it's almost impossible in our time"

"Firstly, there have been cases like yours where they somehow wander into this room. They said it was like they were being called or led somewhere. Was it the same with you?"

Ezra nodded.

"I see" Bolton said in acknowledgement before speaking on.

"In the time when these weapons were made, Transcendents and Mythical ranked beings existed in Orion numbering in the dozens. And you should know that, while the weapons can be used by anyone, they were originally meant for people of Transcendent rank"

'Ah'

"From the records of the few that have ever survived after failing the test, the weapon is said to test you with an avatar of one of its former masters to determine your worth"

"The problem is, the avatars are always one minor stage ahead of whatever level the challenger is in both power and weapon mastery"

Ezra subconsciously nodded. It was the same with him as well.

If not for his previous life sword mastery, he would have died.

He was at the early Intermediary stage, meaning that the avatar was mid-Intermediary. And, despite what Bolton said, the avatars' scythe mastery was good, but it definitely didn't match up with his sword mastery, not to talk of going beyond it.

Despite this, Ezra still found it tough to beat.

Only then did the horrors of such a setting become clear.

If it had been a Master, they would have faced a mid, late, or worse, Grandmaster rank in both skill and power.

It would be almost impossible to defeat.

This was because the more one advances in power, the bigger the difference between minor stages.

So, looking at it objectively...

'I was lucky'

That was just it.

Or rather...

'I cheated'

He used a cheat called reincarnation.

Realizing this, Ezra's joy shot to the sky.

He had acquired one of the greatest weapons of humanity! No matter if it didn't suit him as of now, he would just practice till it did.

'But why did the weapon fail to appraise my past life's sword mastery?' Ezra reasoned.

With no answer in sight once more, he threw it to the back of his head before inspecting the weapon, now the size of a pin, slowly.

But he quickly stopped. They had been in here for far too long already, inspecting could wait till another time.

And since he could feel a vague connection with it, that assured him of his newly gained weapon.

It wasn't his intention, but he now had a double scythe as his secondary weapon.

With one last look, he burned the images of all the four remaining weapons into his memory before quickly departing the room. Immediately after, the door automatically closed shut.

As he passed through the halls from the last to the first rooms, Ezra found that the items didn't seem all that great anymore for some reason.

The whole time they walked out, Ezra's eyes were on the pin sized scythe in his hands as he caressed it all over.

For the first time since his reincarnation, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Why so? Because he knew his past self couldn't have done this. Earn a weapon from the collection of Kaldun.

It was a sign that he could change things for the better.

As they reached the final black corridor they passed when they went in, Ezra remembered something he had forgotten.

"Sir Bolton, does my weapon have a name"

Bolton answered in a cheerful voice...

"Ah, yes it does. It is known as Sliver Skyfall"

And why would he not, when what he thought might be the end of life might just turn into the best day of it.

Ezra wasn't dead. Even better, he became the master of one of the legendary enchantments.

The Emperor would be pleased, though his bleeding knuckles still hurt.

"Hmm, why not Sliver Scythe?" Ezra asked.

"That I do not know. I was only told their names for better identification, nothing more" Bolton replied.

"Okay. So where are we heading now?"

"You are to head to your room or wherever you wish, while I head to the Emperor to report all that has happened"

Ezra suddenly pulled Bolton, causing the man to almost stumble.

"Your Highness!" Bolton turned around to berate Ezra, but couldn't find the courage to do it the moment he locked eyes with Ezra's gaze.

It was as stern as that of an old man.

It wasn't a look supposed to be on a child.

Without further ado, Ezra put his mouth close to Bolton's ear.

"Swear it to me that none other than the Emperor shall hear of this"

His tone was fierce, but Bolton looked on with a blank face as he spoke...

"I will do as the Emperor commands"

"Of course you will" Ezra replied.

"But you have to swear that you won't do things the Emperor doesn't command. Swear it upon your children that you won't"

"I swear"

With those words, the tense atmosphere dissolved and Ezra left one last comment as he walked away.

"Thank you"