Chapter 2: Ch2 A True Masterpiece

In a forge made of gold in the world of gods, the best blacksmith is standing in front of his newest creation. The soon-to-be hero's sword, Mytheria.

The strongest sword for the strongest warrior forged by the most capable blacksmith using the best materials, the support of over 50 gods, and the soul of the most skilled swordsman.

There was only one step left to complete the project that took centuries of preparation, which was to wake up the sword spirit of the weapon.

"My greatest masterpiece, Mytheria. Awaken!" After Ulfberht said this, the black and blue colored sword began levitating and gave off a blue light.

The light moved to a small spot and formed a small blue ball of light that slowly shaped into a small fairy with long black hair. On her back are multiple blades and blades made of the same blue light that runs along the sword's blade and handle that form two wings. On her head are two mechanical-looking horns that get sharper the closer it gets to the pointy end of the horns.

She is wearing a black white and blue dress with blade designs on it and two blade-looking strips of cloth hanging from the back of the dress. Attached to the horns are two strings with small, you guessed it, blades hanging from them. On her legs, she is wearing black knee-high stockings of which the ends glow blue. On her chest is a blue gem. Around her neck is a choker necklace with another blue crystal.

This appearance was decided by Ulfberht while forging. It was Ulfberht's ideal appearance of a sword spirit of the strongest blade that can kill gods, mixed with the spirit's own taste, which was a lot of blades.

The sword spirit slowly opened her eyes, revealing the pure-looking blue eyes that reflect light like sapphires. She looked at herself and the sword she emerged from with an excited and awed expression.

'This is me?' She thought.

Mytheria was in awe. Just a day ago she was still a guy called Flint that was obsessed with the sword and nothing else, and now she was a sentient sword that can overpower gods and even kill them. But most importantly, she is incredibly cute.

Looking at herself, Mytheria feels feelings that she has never felt before. After looking at Ulfberht confused, the blacksmith explained "During the forging process your soul has been bound to the sword, which is now your body. This has set free the emotions your soul's depression has held back in your past life. You will find out that, as you are now the sword that your soul has always craved for, you will now be able to drop your focus on the sword and find joy in other things such as eating or just being with people. Though I have to say that you don't need food anymore for obvious reasons.

That depression was because your soul didn't have a body it felt comfortable in. You have always had a sword spirit's soul, that soul, unfortunately, couldn't get the body it belonged to because of the world you were in and its lack of laws of magic for weapons.

"The god of knowledge and goddess of wisdom and all the other gods that are involved in the project have transferred you their knowledge. You may not know every nook and cranny of the universe, but are capable of casting almost all spells. The knowledge is important for you to be a good guide for the hero."

Mytheria was confused about what Ulfberht said, but as soon as she thought about it, she noticed that she indeed did suddenly know how to cast magic and knew what the old god meant.

"The knowledge imparted on you may have already revealed it to you, but your blade consists of the densest mana there is. It is so dense that it is solid. That however is not an unusual phenomenon. The knack to it is that the mana isn't just ordinary mana, but divine mana that only the gods, the hero and now you can use. It was gathered for centuries by over 50 gods, making it so dense that it can't be considered just solid. It would be more accurate to say that it is indestructibly solid. Not even the most powerful spells of 100 gods at once can break it. At most a scratch that would heal in a very short time, now that you're here, would appear.

"The immense mana that is stored there is also at your disposal. You can fully regenerate it though, as that is the amount of divine mana you have been forged to have. In other words: You are immortal, Mytheria.

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"Now that we have got the explanations out of the way, I have a small personal request." The blacksmith god said.

"A request? Don't worry! Whatever it might be that you want me to do, I will do it. You have made my life enjoyable. You are my creator and I would do anything to repay you." Mytheria said with a hand on her chest and a confident and determined look on her face.

Ulfberht said "You see. I treat my creations as my children and you are one of those creations." Mytheria nodded. Ulfberht hesitated, but finally "Please call me grandpa or gramps at least once. It would make this old man very happy."

This might have been a weird request for other people, but to Mytheria who has never learned about how strange it sounds for a random old man you just met to tell you, a small girl to call him gramps, it was a completely normal request like any other. The new knowledge which also contains etiquette is just a bit too new for her to consider. And so... "No problem Gramps. I, Mytheria, will always keep my promises."

"Great! I forgot to mention that you will go into a dormant state in a few seconds. While you sleep the information that was given to you will be processed and you will be familiar with the knowledge as if you always had it. You need a master to wake up again. We will send you into a dungeon that a few gods have designed for the hero. When the hero reaches the end of the dungeon you will be waiting there. If someone manages to pull you out of the stone, that means that it's the hero and that you two will have formed a contract that makes you their weapon and the hero your master.

"I trust you will guide them well and fulfill your mission of slaying the anti-gods and other threats to the people. You need to know that we put even more effort and I  even more hope into you than into the hero."  Ulfberht ended the conversation by patting Mytheria's spirit on the head. "Sleep well. I am counting on you, so do your best!"

"Umu. I will make you proud, Gramps..." As soon as the little sword spirit said this her eyelids started to feel heavy and she fell asleep. Her spirit became a blue ball of light again that returned to the sword, which shortly after stopped glowing and fell into Ulfberht's hands for him to carry away into the dungeon.

He disappeared and reappeared in the dungeon's last room. It was a dungeon with bricks that look more ancient than Ulfberht himself. 'As expected. Pepes and Lilia have done a great job at building atmosphere again.'

Light from the mana veins in the ceiling is slipping through into the underground room along with vines. The light seems to be dim everywhere and comes in like visible strings but is shining more on the place where Mytheria is going to be than the rest of the room.

There are glowing mushrooms growing through the ground and very valuable and rare herbs growing everywhere the light touches.

The room, despite having only the function to house Mytheria is bigger than an ordinary family's home. There are six old-looking pillars with murals of prophecies, legendary battles, and techniques on them. If you entered this place for the first time you wouldn't believe it was created just a few days ago even if you were told about it.

The door to the room could easily be mistaken for palace doors. They are so big that they just barely fit in the room. On those doors, made of diamonds, are drawings of Mytheria engraved. They are so heavy that breaking the dungeon walls would be easier than breaking in, even though dungeon walls are considered very resistant to magic and almost immune to physical attacks, especially in this dungeon.

Ulfberht walked up to the middle of the room where a platform made of black blue and golden crystal was positioned and carefully put the sword into the pedestal. The pedestal started glowing in a bright blue. The glow soon faded and the sword couldn't be pulled out by him anymore.

The old god stepped back down and looked at Mytheria with an expecting look on his face with hints of care and love for his newest creation.

"Good luck." After that, he disappeared from the room, leaving the ancient-looking mysterious room with the sword that fits extremely well despite it looking spotless and new compared to the rest of the room.