Choosing Its Own Master

The next moment, something even more incredible happened.

Under the watchful gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes.

The Demon-Cleaver, as if it had a life of its own, automatically broke free from its suspended state.

It transformed into a streak of silvery sword light.

And shot towards Black with the speed of lightning!

The dazzling light made it impossible for Black to react in time.

He only felt a weight in his hand, something unusually warm appearing there.

It was as if it had produced some kind of wonderful resonance with his body.

He subconsciously gripped the thing that had suddenly appeared in his hand.

And in that moment he gripped it.

“BOOM!”

An incomparably thick pillar of golden light shot straight into the clouds.

Its scale and momentum were exactly the same as the phenomenon triggered when Eliyas had claimed Skyrend earlier!

The entire Thousand-Blade Corridor fell into a dead silence.

“It… it chose its own master?! How is that possible!”

“That’s the Demon-Cleaver!”

…

Many students rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Even the supervising teacher outside was dumbfounded.

They had taught for many years and were very experienced. They had indeed heard that top-tier six-star weapons would choose their own masters.

But they had never seen it with their own eyes.

But now, they had indeed seen the Demon-Cleaver choose its own master!

And the one it chose was not even a current student!

The golden light slowly dissipated.

Black finally got a clear look at what he was holding tightly in his hand.

A longsword of glazed golden light.

Without a doubt, it was the Demon-Cleaver!

He was completely stunned, his mind a blank slate.

‘What the hell?! I didn’t want to take this thing! It flew into my hand on its own!’

Black couldn’t make sense of the situation at all, feeling only its utter absurdity.

Aphra, Oscar, and Brenna were too shocked to speak.

Even Jianye, who was usually cool and composed, was now frozen in place.

Her eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.

The sword she had just given up on had, in the blink of an eye, chosen another person in such a manner?

On the other side, Eliyas’s expression became serious for the first time.

Gone was his lazy and casual demeanor.

His sharp eyes were locked tightly on Black.

A trace of extreme astonishment flashed in the depths of his pupils.

It then transformed into intense interest and a hint of boiling battle intent.

He clearly remembered that when he had subdued Skyrend just now.

Although the process was smooth, the bow had not been as proactive in choosing its master as the Demon-Cleaver was.

“Choosing its own master…”

Thoughts raced through Eliyas’s mind.

The level of Skyrend and the Demon-Cleaver were almost the same.

Since the Demon-Cleaver chose Black on its own, and Skyrend did not.

Did this mean that this person’s talent and potential were even greater than his, Eliyas’s?

This conclusion first made him slightly stunned.

Then, a smile uncontrollably curved at the corner of his mouth.

“Stronger than me?”

He muttered to himself. His voice was soft, yet it carried a rare pleasure.

“How truly… interesting. It seems I won’t be bored in the future.”

The supervising teacher finally reacted at this moment and hurried over to Black.

He looked at the Demon-Cleaver in his hand, then at the Dragon-Slaying Guard uniform on Black, with a troubled expression.

“Sir Black, this… you are not a second-year student, nor are you a regular student of the academy.”

“This… this… according to the rules… I really can’t make the decision. After all, this… I need to ask for the opinion of the academy’s higher-ups.”

Black had also calmed down and nodded in understanding.

He held the Demon-Cleaver, his feelings complicated.

Was this a pie that fell from the sky, or a hot potato?

If he took this sword, he might get robbed on the street in the future!

Less than half an hour later, the supervising teacher returned.

With an incredible expression on his face, he announced loudly.

“Headmaster Troy believes that Sir Black, as an honorary student of Dragonheart Academy, enjoys the same rights and qualifications as ordinary students, and is naturally qualified to obtain a weapon from the Thousand-Blade Corridor.”

“The headmaster also said that rather than letting a divine weapon gather dust here, it is better to let it follow a worthy master and shine with the brilliance it deserves!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd was in an uproar, full of amazement.

The headmaster had spoken personally, which was equivalent to acknowledging Black himself.

And so, in a state of extreme confusion and daze.

Black had inexplicably obtained a top-tier six-star weapon, the Demon-Cleaver.

To be honest, for Black, this was an absolutely great thing.

The power of the Demon-Cleaver was in no way inferior to the Overlord Spear in his hand.

More importantly, it had the characteristics of both a longsword and a staff.

It perfectly suited his dual classes of Swordsman and Sorcerer and could greatly enhance his overall combat strength.

However, Black was not happy at all.

He could clearly feel a gaze that had been firmly locked on him.

From Eliyas.

‘In the original work, it was Jianye who took the Demon-Cleaver, which aroused Eliyas’s interest.’

‘Now that I’ve taken it, could it be…’

‘That this guy’s interest has shifted to me?’

A chill ran down his spine, and the corner of Black’s mouth twitched slightly.

‘The plot had better not develop in this strange direction, hey!’

On the other side, Aphra looked at the Demon-Cleaver in Black’s hand.

Her usually mischievous expression was unexpectedly calm.

A complex and inscrutable look flashed in the depths of her eyes, as if she were weighing something.

But soon, she returned to her lively and playful self and sidled up to Black.

She nudged him with her elbow, her tone teasing.

“Ara ara~ I knew it. Anyone Alice has her eye on is definitely not simple!”

She winked.

“I really want to snatch you away from her. I’m in need of a decent royal guard anyway.”

“But… Alice is still in a coma. It’s not very moral to take advantage of the situation~”

Her tone changed, and a sly, fox-like smile appeared on her face.

“Ehehehe, but in that case, I’m even more determined to drag you off to Hermes Province!”

“I can’t let such a powerful fighter get away!”

Black’s face darkened.

He didn’t know why this princess had her sights set on him.

Was it because of his connection to Alice, or because of the value he himself had shown?

Moreover, although Aphra always appeared free-spirited, lively, and innocent.

Black knew very well that as a key character in the second chapter, she was by no means as simple as she seemed.

Were these innocent and romantic expressions her true nature, or a carefully crafted disguise?

Sometimes Black found it really hard to tell.

At this moment, Oscar took a step forward, gently placed a hand on his sister Aphra’s shoulder, and pulled her back slightly.

He gave Black a warm, apologetic smile.

“Sir Black, Aphra’s personality is just like that. Please don’t mind her.”

“If she does anything to trouble you in the future, you can tell me at any time, and I will be sure to discipline her.”

Black nodded in thanks.

But he was a little puzzled.

Why would Oscar take the initiative to show him goodwill and help him out of a tight spot?