LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 1: The Start
The clock struck midnight—the final hour before the servers of Yggdrasil would shut down forever. Kilineiram, known across the game world as one of the most powerful Sword Demons, leaned back in his chair, his fingers hovering over the keys. His character, a towering figure encased in dark obsidian armor with gleaming crimson eyes, was as much a part of him as his own body. He was an anomaly even in a game full of extraordinary beings—an entity born of pure weaponry, a creature forged from the fusion of cursed steel and dark magic.
He had spent years in Yggdrasil, not just playing but living. From the moment he had created his character, Kilineiram had sought to master the art of combat, perfecting his swordplay until his name was whispered with reverence by both players and NPCs alike. His weapon was as much a part of him as his soul—an entity that could not be separated from the body it was bound to.
Now, as the servers wound down, he was prepared for the inevitable: the end.
"You should log out, Kil," a familiar voice echoed in his mind. It was his guildmate, one of the last members still logged in.
"I will," Kilineiram responded with a quiet chuckle. "But not until the very last moment."
With that, he watched the sun set behind his character's imposing form. The world around him was slowly beginning to glitch, the once-vibrant sky fracturing into pixels.
And then... everything changed.
Instead of logging out, the world shifted. The familiar interface of Yggdrasil vanished, and the next thing Kilineiram knew, he was no longer sitting in his room—no longer in the game. His body felt strange, as though every inch of his being was disintegrating and reforming at the same time. The sensation was suffocating, terrifying, yet somehow… familiar.
When the feeling finally stopped, Kilineiram opened his eyes and found himself in a vast, barren landscape. This wasn't Yggdrasil—not even close. This world was real, not just code and polygons. His powerful sword arm, his demonic form, was gone. In its place, he was nothing but a blade—a sword that seemed to hum with ancient power yet felt... disconnected.
His consciousness was fully intact, but his body—a weapon—was unable to move unless wielded.
So, I've finally arrived in the new world, Kilineiram thought, his mind racing.
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Twelve Years Ago – The Beginning
Kilineiram wasn't just a normal player. He was a transmigrator.
When he first awoke, he had heard a notice from a system informing him that he had a chance to enter the new world with special benefits.
The system had explained that he would have a higher adaptation to his character, allowing him to instantly use the powers he had in the game upon arriving in the new world.
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Present
He tried to call upon his old power, to manifest his Sword Demon form once more. But nothing happened. He was trapped. The weight of his own existence—of his blade-like form—settled heavily in his mind.
"Are you there?" he asked the system.
"Yes!" the system responded.
"What's going on? Why can't I move?"
The system's reply was simple yet devastating.
"In this world, the concept of a Sword Demon doesn't exist, so you were transformed into a sentient sword. However, with enough essence gathered from your wielders, you may one day regain your humanoid form."
His new reality was cruel. Without a wielder, he was nothing—a weapon with no one to wield it.
The echo of those words reverberated through the void of his consciousness.
Find a wielder. A worthy one.
And so began his quest—not to conquer, but to survive. To find those strong enough to carry him, to restore him to his true form. Kilineiram, the Sword Demon, would become a weapon to shape the fate of this new world.
But only if he could find the right hands to wield him.