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Chapter 702 - Calvorn
🕑 Added 2025-09-24 08:35:33 +0000 UTCThe huge block of metal with green patina slides aside, and we step into the light, entering a half-spheric chamber built from the same type of blocks. In the middle of it rests a golden barrier, shaped like a sphere and interwoven with a mesh of metal made from the same material as the walls.
At the center of that golden barrier floats a single sword. It hovers above a disc no wider than a plate and no thicker than two fingers pressed together. The disc looks to be made of gold and is covered in dense inscriptions. The sword hangs just a palm’s length above it, slowly rotating as its tip points toward the disc.
At first glance, the weapon is almost beautiful. Its long blade is forged of darkened steel, polished smooth, with faint red veins running its length, like dried blood or rust. In the right light, the veins glow faintly, as if something alive rests within the metal. Golden inscriptions spiral from the hilt toward the tip, written more like a flowing text than functional inscriptions, though many of the words break off or end unfinished.
The guard and hilt combine silver and black, the hilt itself wrapped in black leather trimmed with silver. A pale stone is placed in the pommel, cracked but still glowing faintly, letting out a golden light that feels almost sacred.
Then the blade speaks.
Its surface splits down the middle, parting along its entire length, the steel opening like lips. Inside are rows of jagged teeth grinding faintly against each other, and a wet tongue that writhes before pulling back. The sword’s voice is that of a young girl, a tone that feels completely wrong for what it is.
“Ah, brave adventurers, thank you for coming to save me! It is I, the ego sword Calvorn the Ever-Thirsting Fang, Bane of Oathbreakers and Warden of Forgotten Screams, the evil-slaying weapon!”
Everyone turns silent, just staring at the sword. Some more present, like me and Vic, examine the room for the possible traps. I really wouldn't want to get locked in here together with whatever that thing is.
“You look pretty fucked up, more like an evil weapon,” Malika calls out, refusing to let the strangeness of the situation silence her.
“Oh, you bitc… I mean, surely you know the saying about not letting appearances trick you. What matters is what is inside!”
“Honestly, I don't care. I think we are supposed to destroy you.”
“You are?” the sword asks.
“I guess.”
“So I wake after millennia, only for some demon to threaten to destroy me because of my looks. Is that not incredibly unfortunate and tantamount to condemning me upon mere appearances rather than my noble essence?”
“I don’t think so?” Malika tilts her head.
The blade snaps shut, and the hovering sword falls silent for a few moments.
When it speaks again, its voice is different. Instead of sounding like a young girl, it now resembles that of a handsome young man.
“Beautiful young demon lady, surely we could form a contract that would benefit us both. I have so much power to offer. Not to replace your own, which is most important, but to help you challenge foes far more dangerous. Ones you thought you would face only years from now.”
Malika opens her mouth, then closes it again.
I watch her with curiosity. There is no way.
The ego sword Calvorn the Ever-Thirsting Fang, Bane of Oathbreakers and Warden of Forgotten Screams, the evil-slaying weapon, continues in a deeper tone. “Think of it. Your hand guiding, my edge biting. People to cut, monsters to split open. Together we could carve a trail of so many beautiful battles.”
There is no way this demon would fall for something this cheap.
“M-Maybe we should not destroy it yet,” Malika turns to me.
“Come on, get yourself together,” Weslin shoves her aside and steps in front of the golden barrier woven with metal mesh, he points at. “Let’s figure out how to take it down so we can destroy that thing. We are not staying here longer than necessary.”
The sword’s voice shifts back to that of an innocent girl. “You bald bastard, you shiny-headed fuck, why would you want to destroy me? Use me, I am a powerful evil slaying sword! And if you are such a cowardly little shit, just sell me. I can endure that much disgrace, to be sold like one of those pathetic…” it makes a gagging sound, “hurk-ghhk-ughkkk, pathetic common iron swords.”
“Sure, just tell me how to take down the barrier so I can take you,” Weslin replies, unmoved, and with his intention clear.
“Consume a dick, baldie.”
“Come on, I want to save you, but I cannot lower the barrier without you.”
“I hope your dick falls off, even though I doubt it is useful with a face like yours.”
Damn.
I am not the only one thinking it. A few demons snicker, though they fall silent when Weslin turns around.
“Nathaniel, do your thing and just pass the barrier or something,” he says.
“I tried examining it, but I don’t think I can manage,” I say.
“Then do you… you know… that thing.” He gestures at my halo where I'm currently accumulating mana, then taps the black belt tied at his waist.
“May every drink you take taste like piss, you bastards!” the sword shouts before I can respond. Its blade splits again, teeth and tongue flashing as it continues screaming insults at everyone, even bystanders who haven't said anything yet.
As before, every time it does, I feel it pulling at the surrounding mana, just a tiniest little bit, limited by the barrier surrounding it. Even though the barrier shouldn't allow it at all, but looking closer, a mesh of metal wires coated in green patina seems close to breaking after all these years.
Relatively close. It is still so strong that I currently have no idea how to break it or get through, but I’m working on it. At its peak strength, the barrier must have been truly something.
I wonder if it could pull mana directly from me if not for the barrier. I also wonder how it would compare to my black mana.
Victoria voices the thought I kept to myself so far. “Are we sure we want to remove that barrier before confirming we can actually destroy it? Amusing as it is, the sword most likely possesses considerable intelligence. Its display of harmlessness or childishness is almost certainly a calculated attempt to provoke a reckless decision.”
This time, the sword says nothing, but its mouth hangs open in something reminiscent of a soundless laugh.
For some reason, I feel as if it is staring directly at Christoph, who has been sitting before the barrier the entire time with his elbow on his knee and his chin resting on his palm. He remains silent, not looking at the barrier itself but through it, right at the sword.
And just like Victoria recommended, it is decided. We will examine the barrier and the room around us, posting guards at several key points, especially keeping an eye on the closest teleportation arrays that everyone still distrusts.
***
“Nathaniel,” the evil slaying ego sword Calvorn calls to me. I note how it purposefully makes its voice resemble Victoria’s, likely after deducing our relationship. “You seem to have a lot of mana. Why don’t you feed me a little? Aren’t you curious what would happen?”
I notice its tone is very different from before. Where it once acted childish and silly to make others underestimate it, now it speaks to me with logic and reason. It must have picked up on my curiosity, since it’s been almost a full day and I’ve been examining the barrier the entire time.
“Feed me your mana, Nathaniel. Through the mesh, through the cracks, I will drink it. In return, I will whisper secrets hammered into my steel. Aren’t you curious?” it says.
“A bit,” I admit. “But tell me about your master, you mentioned to Victoria when she talked to you.”
Even though it is just a sword with a mouth, it seems to perk up. Its voice shifts again, becoming more excited and taking on the tone of the young girl we heard when we first arrived. “My master always comes back. Nobody, not even death, has stopped him yet.”
“Does your master need you?”
“We need each other, our bond is just that strong, and we make each other whole. The hand that forged our bond will grip me again.”
“And what happens to us when he finds us here?”
“When he comes, you will split, crack, bleed. His strike through me will cut you all down,” the sword answers without hesitation.
“Is it a good idea to tell me that?” I ask curiously.
“Would you believe me if I said otherwise?” Its voice grows quieter. “I will always be honest with you, Nathaniel, even if the truth is not in my favor.”
“Aren’t you too good at reading people?”
The blade splits again, and that unsettling laugh echoes out. It is a warped sound, a blend of a young girl’s giggle, Victoria’s tone, and metallic grinding. “I have observed so many people in my time. Hundreds, thousands. With my master carrying me at his side, I watched them all. You learn much that way.”
I study the sword for a long moment, questions swirling in my head. “How old are you?”
“Very old. But it is difficult to estimate after being trapped here.”
“Who trapped you here? What is this place meant for?”
The mouths snap shut, and when the sword speaks again, its voice is calmer. “I can tell you everything. Just feed me your mana, Nathaniel, and I promise to answer all your questions and more. What this place is, who the companions were that betrayed my master out of fear of our strength, which Rulers we followed and met in those distant years, and much more.”
If I were alone, I would probably have already given this thing half of my mana right at this moment.
With a sigh, I lean back and stare at the tall ceiling. Whoever this sword’s master was, he must have been powerful enough to follow in the footsteps of the Rulers who once explored the First Dungeon. That would make him an Absolute. I wonder how much of him remains, and how the S-rank group is faring. I wonder if the master of Calvorn is the same person who created those black weapons with Blood Receptacles.
That theme repeats itself here. Blood. Weapons fueled by it, teleportation arrays powered by it. This ego sword also hints that its master was likely a craftsman who discovered something new while working on his weapons. There is a word that repeatedly comes to mind, one I could use to name it. Yet I hold back from saying it aloud for now.
When Weslin steps to my side to tell me something, it is Calvorn who speaks first, shifting into a voice identical to the bald man’s. “Weslin, why are you shaving your white hair?” it asks.
At that moment, the man next to me freezes in shock, whatever he wanted to say now stuck in his throat.
The sword laughs in a perfect copy of Weslin’s laugh. “Ah, I can smell blood purified by your heart. Are you that ashamed to be one of them? Do you hate them that much? But then why do you still travel with so many of them?”
Before the sword can say more, a signal comes from one of our patrols. I translate it as one person approaching.
That person enters the chamber before anyone can stop him. Even with bulky metal armor and a huge backpack, the lumoran moves faster than our patrols and steps inside.
“Daaaaaamn, that’s a lot of containment barriers,” the lumoran says first, letting out a loud sigh as he drops his bag on the ground. “I hate that this is the second time I’ve had to say it today.”
I notice wider parts of his armor have been cut away, along with parts of his bag, which now looks patched. His entire left sleeve and part of his leg plate are missing, but his body has already healed. It seems the teleportation arrays sliced him when he failed to fit inside completely.
“Hello, good fellas. My name is Brich, and we'd better destroy that cute sword over there, unfortunately. As much as I’d love to play with it, its fucking owner is coming.”
“I will need to hear more than that,” Christoph says calmly, even as he blocks the lumoran’s path with deliberate steps.
“Oh, quick story. I’m one of the S-ranks sent to destroy this sword’s master. Unfortunately, we failed spectacularly,” he laughs it off. “That presence jumped into Nyssa, who fucking murdered poor Lyraen. Wasn’t he supposed to be the strongest, by the way? Anyway, may that tiny guy rest in peace. But man, we'd better hurry before she gets here and fucks us up.”
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Comments
Sushitrash
I was about to kill Nyssa a fraud but this dude seems to be the one possessed, escaping thru those portals
Audrey WJ
Obviously he's possessed 😂
Poutine Au Syrop d'érable
There's a dude with a [Sword] skill. What if just one of the applications is to instantly create evil ego sword? I could see pride being a sword spammer. And other op things that aren't describable in paragraphs. Cause he's above 1 trick pony.
Lance Beam
This!!
Lance Beam
TFTC. Damn!! Well that answered my question about the last chapter. Unless Brich is lying and the presence is in him.
Andrew
I think it is that kind of story, Nat has repeatedly done stuff to get things that would kill him, like his kinetic mana heart, like his thermal heart, like stealing the fragment from the last elf, like the amount of mana he has. The only reason why I don't think Nat would get primordial blood is because it seems like it's not something you can gain, you either have it or don't.
Barry Weddle
He’s not getting primordial blood. Give it up folks. This isn’t that type of story. We should be more interested in Chris right now. The way he’s acting about this room and ever since he found those boxes these didn’t open has my spidey sense going crazy.
ahmad mashhadwi
Why do I feel Nat is the master of the Sword because of black mana and the one who sailed it are just doing experiments on the Sword to copy the black mana
Johnny
Holy shit lots happening here! Love it. Do NOT love the inevitable cliff coming tmrw- too much to be resolved in a chapter
Marshall B
Ability to use the portals is a good clue, but not conclusive. An S ranker,especially tech based, would be able to figure them out.
Death56
Nyssa seems the type to kill herself rather than be possessed so I doubt it
Kirin
Thank you for the chapter!
TwistedVanity
The obvious Brich got possessed being the weakest S rank [I think his rank is all armour and mana stones] and he was able to use the teleporters as the baddie is obviously some blood mage/vampire type, and they are blood activated. He is in a hurry before the other S ranks catch up. Still awesome delivery Though more and more you are saying Nathaniel knows something, but not letting us know what he knows, and not leaving enough hints to make it fun. First Weslin, but the hints made that one easy, then Christoph... I'm still drawing a blank there. Then the sword. Personally I believe it would be better you to say it and show Nathaniel's knowledge. He's awesome we know, so why not?
Marshall B
I’m leaning toward Brich is actually infected. The parisite heard him mention how he legitimately escaped Morwag. Escape is the parasites main goal.
Stephen E Wilson Jr.
Calling it 📞 Birch is possessed fleeing Nyssa.
Rocotrap
SuS
13L00D13ANE
SAME
13L00D13ANE
No, i dont think there are any tricks. I think Cerim has built a storyline and a world that the readers can wrap their heads around and can accurately assume what will happen next. IMO thats good storytelling. For instance: if some rando picked up the chapter and read it, would they come to that conclusion? Probably not, but because we have 700+ chapters of storyline and structure, we can make a pretty good guess.
Blooper
Considering Nat and, most of all, Cristoph (who supposedly is just holding off from becoming S rank on purpose) are there... I think the Lumoran is screwed
13L00D13ANE
See, everyone keeps saying stuff like this but i feel like that would be very out of character for Cerim. He has been building them (S ranks) up constantly, i find it very hard to believe they would die off-screen like that. Secondly, i disagree with everyone always trying to steal every last power and fragment and give it to Nat. Its just silly. In my opinion Nat isnt some cultivation manhua protagonist that collects all the power in the universe and becomes God. He has his own path to tread, other characters can have cool abilities without needing to jack them for the MC.
13L00D13ANE
He is lying. The presence is in him and he just barely managed to escape by using a blood portal. He will try to trick them to get the sword but theyll fight him. Thats my guess.
Ivan Jelenić
One possessed S rank vs all the A ranks there, who would win?
Ivan Jelenić
3 would be amazing.
Bladehawk256
Please let this be a running gag for the entire book lol
Michael Williams
Yeah Brich is probably infected. Nyssa will show and and maybe die. Nat will get some primordial blood somehow and use that to stop from dying. Bring it on Cerim! Cant wait to see whats next. 😁
Michael Weisbeck
I thought Weslin being part Demon was a known thing. People were debating this?
Andrew
Thank you!
ZaA
I mean.. the obvious conclusion is that Brich is the one that got taken over, but I dont think Mr author would make it that obvious. Ill lean towards him being truthful. That or its a double cross by Mr author and its just Brich.. hmmmm
TheOne320
Ah, so Brich is infected.
Borbino the great
Either that or it’s a lie and he escaped nyssa
Noblessejav
Honestly when the sword was tempting Nat with info I started to get worried
Baramus
A vampire possessing a demon with Primordial Blood? They’re fucked, there’s no way.
Lizy Flore
1) I refuse to believe Lyraen is dead 2) even if Nysa was possessed, I believe it’s brich now 3) I wanna see nat’s mental defenses and black mana
Morgs
Tftc!
on the upside
Britch is possessed, least obvious possession ever, come on.
CodeBeholder
1000%
Nerø
I think it was implied by the Warden that the owner of the [Sword] skill is the Ruler of Pride. The way he described them being the strongest being or something like that...
Krzychu0304
You know what's better than an ancient rogue monster? Two ancient rogue monsters.
zoarian
Is Weslin supressing his eye colour/demonic side with Void? And then when he gets too excited, it leaks out
Krzychu0304
Lumorans definitely have a bad streak when it comes to mimics.
zoarian
I wonder if the master is the guy with the [Sword] skill? But then again, could be a crafter more interested in blood, who also made a sword... Weird combo of skills tbh. Blood, jumping around bodies, some sorta sword link, maybe crafting if they made the sword.
DayWalker
Did not expect that Thanks for the chapter
CptJimmy42
Primordial Blood is key here.
DayWalker
Wow
Nerø
And holyyy shit. Almost missed the remark the sword made about Weslin. So Weslin has white hair and purified heart, it has to mean something, right?! Is Weslin a half-demon too??
Nerø
I do hope it's Brich that got possessed. It's still to early for Nyssa and Lyraen to die lol. They were hyped since their introduction 3-4 books ago...
Emmanuel Martinez
I fucking KNEW and TOLD Weslin was part demon! Some fucker said it was only an eye-trait, bullshit. Why would Nathaniel mention that Weslin shared something special about him if it was ONLY an ability. It’s going to be a cliffhanger tomorrow, ain’t it? 💀 then wait for another 3 days for the action… fuuuuuuck ;-;
Nerø
Oh fuck. They did lose? Poor S-ranks. I wanted to know more about them. Or maybe, the presence went inside Brich and he ran away from Nyssa's group, and directly went to fetch his sword? I badly hope its the latter. Hmmmm can't wait for tomorrow's chappyyy
Gio
Obviously Birch is the one that is possessed. I'm guessing that Nat will figure this out immediately :p
Sadyix
That went from 0 to 100 very quickly.
Frotzy
So, Nyssa or Brich possessed?
Dr.Awkward
I second this. Lumoran friend here is very sus
James
Almost certain this Brich guy is actually the one possessed and is going to use them to try and get the sword
zoarian
Well, fuck. I guess PK will get new leadership soon
frankie doerr
Yeah Nyssa definitely is not possessed
Floris
Thanke the chapter
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter!
vEnviouz
TFTC!!!
