Overlord: Sword of the Forgotten Demon

Kilineiram lay in the dirt, his blade partially buried in the cracked, barren ground. Days perhaps weeks had passed since he had arrived in this world, yet he remained unmoved. The land was desolate, lifeless, and devoid of anyone who might wield him.

Time flowed differently now. As a sword, he did not grow hungry, nor did he feel fatigue. But he felt something worse: stagnation.

Is this how it ends? Not in battle, not in glory but forgotten, rusting away in the dirt?

He refused to accept that fate. He had been a Sword Demon, a legend in Yggdrasil. He would not be reduced to nothing.

Then, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he heard footsteps.

Soft, cautious steps, kicking up dust as they neared. A shadow loomed over him, blocking out the harsh sun. Kilineiram could not move, but he could sense. The one before him was... weak. A boy, barely older than a child, dressed in ragged clothes and clutching a crude iron dagger. His breathing was ragged, his arms thin, yet there was something in his eyes—something desperate.

The boy hesitated before reaching down. His fingers wrapped around Kilineiram's hilt, and the moment they touched, Kilineiram felt it. A connection.

The system stirred.

[First Wielder Found]

[Wielder Rank: F]

[Compatibility: 7%]

"System what is this? So this is what you can do? But seven percent, what does that mean?"

The system answered him and explained that this was the ability of his wielders on how much of his powers they could wield and thus how much essence he would get to become human again.

Kilineiram would have frowned if he still had a face. That was barely anything. A weakling like this could never wield his full power.

And yet, it was a start

For the first time since arriving, Kilineiram could see through his wielder's eyes. He saw what the boy saw—a ruined wasteland, distant smoke rising from a village in the distance. Blood, bodies, a battle already lost.

The boy thought. "A sword..."

Just then Kilineiram answered him and channeling his inner chunnibyou he said. "you pathetic worm wants to be my wielder, what a disgrace"

The first surprised boy gritted his teeth. "I don't care what you are" he muttered. "If you're a weapon, then fight with me."

Kilineiram almost laughed. A child, barely able to hold him, daring to command him?

But he had no choice.

The bond had been made.

And so, for the first time in this world, Kilineiram's blade hummed with life.