Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

"The moment when seven strands of light are grasped in one hand..." The man muttered quietly while steadying his rough breathing. That mystical voice did not lose its original tone even amid the disturbed breathing- "Thus a new path of light shall unfold..." That strong will follows the light righteously. First Hero Lindal. He corrected his posture. Together with the seven swords that share his will. "Ru-rach." The being who was called thought. A mortal speaking his name. No matter how many times he saw it, it was a sight he could never get used to. So sometimes he even had such thoughts. -Lindal. If he were to think of him as something other than human- Perhaps everything would make sense. Ru-rach looked directly into his eyes as if drawn to them. Even the pure radiance that filled the place seemed to hold stronger light thanks to his silver eyes. The First Hero steadied his breathing once more and spoke. "Tell me. Where am I now?" Ru-rach's gaze, which had been directed at the First Hero, gradually turned upward. Woooooom- There, seven swords were present. Sacred Swords. Those seven swords, each of which was not easily permitted to be wielded alone, moved in unison according to one will. The seven swords lined up in the air looked like one giant sword at first glance. "The moment seven strands of light are grasped in one hand, thus a new path of light shall unfold." With the First Hero's added words, the impression given by the seven Sacred Swords became even clearer. At this very moment. The seven strands of light were clearly grasped in one man's hand, thus becoming one giant strand of light. "Has the prophecy been fulfilled?" The First Hero infused that voice with unwavering will. "Am I now... standing in that place?" However. Unlike that firm will, there was a slight tremor in his voice. "The path of light that will newly unfold... at its beginning..." Ru-rach did not answer and quietly watched him. Woooooom- The resonance of the Sacred Swords and the manifestation of light resulting from it grew stronger and stronger. "..." Likewise. The tremor emanating from the hero also grew stronger and stronger. Before long- "..." The pillar of light that seemed like it would continue endlessly to reach the end of the world collapsed. The Sacred Swords, having lost their power, fell to the floor. Thud. The hero knelt down. A posture of despair... "...Ha!" However, a pure smile appeared on his face. "Does this mean I've failed?" Although extreme fatigue was compounded by the pain of despair, not even the slightest shadow could be glimpsed from the hero. -Yes. Therefore, Ru-rach trusted him and told him the truth. -It seems even you could not reach it. First Hero Lindal. He failed to reach the path of light. The door to the new era spoken of in the prophecy did not open even to his touch. "Oh dear." The hero, who had been ready to rise again at any time, finally let go of all tension completely. And then he spoke with a relaxed voice. "That's a big problem. I was really in perfect condition this time. To the extent that I have no confidence I could do better than this." -Will you give up? "..." A moment of silence. And then laughter. "No. Even so, there must still be something I can do. Right? Ru-rach." The hero stood up before even hearing an answer. He already had the appearance of one with conviction. "At least, I clearly understand one thing." He carefully gathered the Sacred Swords scattered on the floor. "My method wasn't wrong. I could definitely feel it. Inside me- the sensation of all those Sacred Swords becoming one." The moment seven strands of light are grasped in one hand, thus a new path of light shall unfold. The hero recited that prophecy once more like a vow. "Yet I failed. What I got wrong- no, what I lacked was probably..." The hero looked down at his own hands. Before long. His hands clenched strongly. -Don't you feel impatient? Ru-rach said while looking at such a hero. -You must know well. No. You must know better than anyone. The fact that you don't have much time left. Perhaps. This might be the last opportunity given to you. "It's okay. Even if that happens, it's just my failure." The hero answered without delay. He lifted his head and stared straight ahead. As if he could see something in the distant beyond. "Certainly. Someone who can accomplish what I couldn't will appear." -... Unlike the confident Lindal, Ru-rach showed deep skepticism. -Are you saying someone who surpasses you will appear? "Of course." This time too, there was no hesitation. "As long as there is tomorrow. Nothing is impossible. That's the reason we try to protect tomorrow somehow, isn't it?" -... Ru-rach ultimately could not answer the hero's words. Because what was visible to his eyes seemed invisible to himself. So Ru-rach-... ... ... ... *** -...! Suddenly his mind, which had been captivated by thoughts, was awakened. Thump! Thump! Thump! By that intense sensation transmitted across space. His gaze crossed the vast space of light and headed somewhere. -Unbelievable... really... did they accomplish it...? A being praised in the name of the Spirit King in the distant past. The one who forged Sacred Swords with great will. Ru-rach. At this very moment, he could clearly feel it. According to one will- That seven Sacred Swords had become one. The shadow of light. Its face trembled slightly. With a faint but clear smile. Ru-rach gazed at a distant place. Transcending space- Transcending time- Thus- "As long as there is tomorrow. Nothing is impossible. That's the reason we try to protect tomorrow somehow, isn't it?" Past memories unfolded before his eyes as if they were reality. At that time. Ru-rach had ultimately been unable to answer Lindal's words. Because he could not see what Lindal was seeing. Now it's different. -Lindal... were you seeing this... The First Hero looked at a distant place. The spirit of light looked at a distant place. The gazes of the two, who had been capturing the same place and the same thing, turned toward each other simultaneously. They spoke simultaneously without distinction. "The moment seven strands of light are grasped in one hand, thus a new path of light shall unfold." -The moment seven strands of light are grasped in one hand, thus a new path of light shall unfold. Ru-rach moved his steps, leaving behind the lingering shadow of the past that would not disappear. What the First Hero had tried to protect until the very end- To confirm the true form of the thing called endless tomorrow. -Gargarg, gargargargarg! Gargargargargargarg!!! A howling eight-armed magic swordsman greeted him. Fresh blood beaded and dripped from the tips of arms that had just pierced through his back and grown. The Sacred Swords were held in those three pairs of arms that had sprouted like wings. -...Eh? *** -W-Wait! What's going on here!!! He had come to confirm the Sacred Swords that had become one according to the hero's will- Suddenly the scene of a magic swordsman's evolution unfolded before his eyes. Ru-rach, who had momentarily lost his composure due to the sudden shock, cried out urgently. -Did the magic sword end up causing trouble after all!? Ru-rach, who had reached a rational conclusion, glared at the magic sword held in Risir's hands. The moment he was about to immediately intervene between the two- "No!!!" Elisia urgently stopped him. Thus, he reflexively checked Elisia's appearance. -...! Ru-rach, having confirmed the appearance of Elisia and the other Sacred Swords, showed great agitation. He froze as if overwhelmed by something and no longer tried to stop Risir. "Ah, over there...!" Following Pochena's cry, their gazes focused on one place. Woooooooom- The seven Sacred Swords held in the magic swordsman's hands. Their forms were gradually crumbling away. Like clay before being shaped. "Ah...!" Someone let out an exclamation. Because the seven Sacred Swords that had turned into light were trying to unite as one within the hero's hands. "Finally-" Someone's murmur. The Sacred Swords began to close their eyes one by one. Light penetrated between their gently closing eyelids. The seven faint fragments of light became one within the hero's hands and began to expand endlessly. Thus. The moment when all the Sacred Swords were about to be swallowed by the overflowing light- "Wait...!" The expansion of light suddenly stopped. The consciousness of the Sacred Swords that were merging with it also returned to normal. -What...! Ru-rach couldn't understand the situation for a moment. Could it be that the hero stopped the ritual midway!? "Why!?" Then the Sacred Swords, who had grasped the situation, showed confusion. -Could it be that you also ran out of strength midway!? Ru-rach fell into despair, recalling the First Hero's failure. But- Should he call it fortunate? "No." Risir denied that possibility. He had enough strength left to complete the ritual. -Then why...!? Everyone could not understand Risir's actions. "You-..." Even the beast. "..." That was Risir's answer. His hesitating fingertips reached toward the Sacred Swords. He recalled the scene he had seen within the expanding light. The sight of the Sacred Swords closing their eyes and entrusting themselves to the light. And- The sight of the Sacred Swords slowly disappearing within that light. Risir voiced that question as if spitting out a lump in his throat. "When this ritual ends, what happens to all of you?" *** [Title: No way lololololololol] Content: This No matter what crazy stuff the player does The structure prevents simultaneous activation of all 7 Sacred Swords? The prophecy can absolutely never be fulfilled??? What is this? They said you could see the true ending if you collected all the Sacred Swords These bastards, these lying bastards -: Are you sure? Did you really try properly? -: The human body has sufficient potential to wield 7 swords simultaneously. If it doesn't work, first doubt whether your determination was lacking. -[OP]: The character doesn't give up being human like you guys, so what am I supposed to do Swords can obviously only be equipped in both hands, damn it -: Then you weren't born with the qualifications of a hero lol -: What are the qualifications of a hero? -: The courage to insert a sword in your asshole, isn't that the true qualification of a hero? -: That's probably not it -: This is exactly when you need to think outside the box lol -[OP]: No, you f*cking bastard, Sacred Swords don't go in assholes -: Not that -: What if what you're seeing now is actually the true ending? -[OP]: ? -: Didn't you get the First Hero cutscene? -[OP]: Tomorrow? OK, totally possible That thing? -: Wow, how can you summarize such a great scene like that? -: You, this damn idiot No matter how I look at it, you're not a hero, got it? -[OP]: You guys shut up -: Yeah that If you saw that, you're on the true ending route for sure -[OP]: ? -[OP]: But I couldn't combine the Sacred Swords? -: Yeah, you can't combine them, that's right -: The hero said it As long as there is tomorrow, nothing is impossible That's why we must protect tomorrow -[OP]: Ah Could it be that? Even though we couldn't accomplish it right away Thanks to what we did The next generation of people will be able to achieve it? Combining the Sacred Swords and Defeating the Archdemon too? Thinking about it that way is kind of touching It feels like some meaning is being given to this trash game lol -: Did this guy actually play the game properly? -: 'Maybe a hero who saves the world will appear someday, but that's definitely not you lol' <This is the proper interpretation -[OP]: Ah please stop talking nonsense -[OP]: This game really seems like it would be exactly that, which makes it even more fucking awful -[OP]: But wait Then what the hell is the 'True Sacred Sword' that was mentioned? Are these bastards making up stories just to troll me now? -: No no, that thing really exists -: Someone extracted the client data The item info is actually still there lol -[OP]: So they implemented an item that can't actually be made? Why??????? -: It's like a plot hook or something lol -: If you look at those options They perfectly match the prophecy content lol If the True Sacred Sword< is completed You might actually be able to see the true happy ending in this trash game -[OP]: No What are the options exactly *** "Such..." Risir's eyes shook greatly. The truth he heard from Ru-rach was that shocking. Elisia. Pochena. And- Risir checked the faces of the Sacred Swords and spoke with a trembling voice. "To fulfill the prophecy- to give birth to the True Sacred Sword- you're saying all of you must be sacrificed?" -From the beginning, their existence was for that purpose. Ru-rach calmly continued the story. -Fragments that form one great power. Keys. That is the very meaning of the Sacred Swords' existence. "But...!" "Hero." It was a voice trying to stop Risir, who was about to speak overwhelmed by emotion. Elisia, the Sacred Sword of the Ideal. She looked at Risir and spoke. "We are already prepared. You should do what you must do." Her appearance, having accepted her fate, was as inorganic as the steel that forms a sword. However. Risir read the emotions that had not been completely erased from her eyes. "Jane." "...!" The moment he spoke that name, she clearly wavered. "Does he know this fact?" "He-" Elisia, who had tried to casually deny her connection with him, ultimately could not continue speaking and lowered her head. This series of processes was repeated several times. "..." The names of their masters being mentioned. The Sacred Swords could not completely hide their agitation. From sudden farewell to eternal farewell. However. What could be done? There was no other way. "Hero." Pochena, the Sacred Sword of Knowledge. That girl with a passive impression put determination into her tearful expression. "Please. Please accept our resolve-" "..." Risir's mouth, which had opened briefly, closed again. Risir belatedly realized how cruel his actions were to them. "You-" Thus, the last place Risir's gaze turned to was the beast. She moved her mouth as if she had much to say, but ultimately bundled everything together with a faint smile. "..." Risir squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn it." He spat out as if chewing. And- he picked up the Sacred Swords once again. After that, a series of processes was repeated. The descended magic swordsman. The Sacred Swords bound by one will. Expanding light. And- The Sacred Swords merging into one within that furnace of light. -Hero. Within the expansion of light that devoured everything, someone's voice reached Risir. That might have been everyone's will. -Please remember us. "..." Risir's breathing trembled greatly. The expansion of light reached its peak. Within the hottest furnace of light- All the Sacred Swords began to merge into one. To be reborn as a single sword. *** [Attempting to craft] [Crafting target: True Sacred Sword] [The following materials will be consumed during crafting] ▷Sacred Sword of Advancement(?) ▷Sacred Sword of Indomitability ▷Sacred Sword of Valor ▷Sacred Sword of the Ideal ▷Sacred Sword of Blessing ▷Sacred Sword of Knowledge ▷Sacred Sword of Sealing [7/7] [Do you wish to proceed with crafting?] ... ... ... [Proceeding with crafting] ... ... ... [Proceeding with crafting] ... ... ... [Proceeding with crafting] ... ... ... [The item already exists] [Crafting is terminated] *** ▶Equipment: True Sacred Sword ▶Effect: Ignores target's [Trait: Immortality]. ▶Information: The totality of the great will that seeks to pierce through darkness and head toward light. Now the age of light arrives. *** "..." The light faded- Risir struggled to lift his eyelids. To accept reality. Thus, to move forward to tomorrow. To accept the loneliness of that empty landscape where everyone had disappeared- "Kraaaah!!! Risir!!! Why did you only call me now!!! I thought you were going to forget me like this!!! Of course, that would never happen!!!" The place became bustling. To the existing seven Sacred Swords that remained without disappearing- One new Sacred Sword had been added. A single sword. "Hey, Jallak!!! What the hell are you doing-" Elisia's cry represented everyone's feelings.