I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 131

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I took the hilt from her hand and gripped it.

The sword was jet black.

The handle was completely black, with an ornate pommel at the end to balance the weight.

Above the straight crossguard, a triangular design extended from the center of the blade. The thin triangle, etched with a pattern, ended at the one-third point of the blade.

I held the sword with both hands and raised it vertically in front of my chest, the tip pointing towards the ceiling.

Ceres grinned as she watched me.

“Do you like it? Is there anything uncomfortable? You can swing it here if you want. Just don’t break anything. Actually, I’ll let you break one or two things. Just don’t touch anything too expensive.”

“……I don’t think so.”

I tuned out Ceres’ excited chatter and carefully examined the surface of the blade.

My reflection appeared on the gray blade. It was so smooth and polished that it could be used as a mirror. It would probably retain its smoothness for a lifetime with proper care.

The blade itself was incredibly sharp.

Even I, who had only ever handled kitchen knives, box cutters, and carving knives before possessing the body of the protagonist in BD4, could tell that instantly.

“Since you don’t have any complaints, I guess my skills haven’t dulled yet. Oh, there’s one more thing. I made this when I was obsessed with swords, so it has another function. It’s— Huh?”

Before Ceres could finish speaking, I gripped the hilt tightly and poured my ‘will’ into it. The gray blade instantly turned blue, like mana.

“What? How did you know?”

I quietly ignored her question and poured my will into the hilt once more, gripping it tightly.

The blue blade turned gold on the left side and silver on the right, with the center as the dividing line.

“……You know that too? What the hell? How did you figure it out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the sword told me.”

“Since when did my creation become an ego sword?”

I had simply followed the instructions given by Ceres’ counterpart in the game, but I couldn’t tell her that. I brushed it off with a straight face.

Ceres looked at me in disbelief.

I gripped the hilt tightly once more, and the blade returned to its original gray color. The white light that had been subtly illuminating the surroundings faded.

I sheathed the sword in the scabbard Ceres had given me.

Click.

The sword and scabbard fit perfectly, without a single gap. I attached the scabbard to the belt at my waist.

‘I finally got my hands on it.’

This was the sword known as “Wingless Nightmare” in the game.

It was the best and strongest one-handed sword in The Brightest Darkness 4, possessing overwhelmingly overpowered stats.

It had the reach of a greatsword despite being a one-handed sword, an incredibly generous hitbox, an ultimate super armor that negated all attacks in BD4 as its special ability, excellent attack scaling, outstanding base stats, a high attack power increase per upgrade, light weight, a fast attack speed that was only slightly slower than daggers, a special ability with high damage, incredibly short startup and ending lag, low mana consumption, three different types of special abilities depending on the element, no elemental weaknesses against monsters, and it even allowed free enchantment with a built-in enchantment multiplier.

[T/N: well that was a mouthful]

With this single weapon, you could deal physical, magical, and holy damage. Just like how I had changed the sword’s element earlier.

It was a weapon that possessed every condition imaginable for being considered overpowered.

The developers’ intentions were clear, putting this ridiculously overpowered weapon in a side quest line that was nearly impossible to find through normal means, and requiring the player to complete that troublesome holy water delivery quest.

If that ridiculous delivery quest had been mandatory, the developers of BD4 would have been driven into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

“It’s exactly what I wanted. Thank you, Ms. Ceres.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m the one who should be thanking you. It’s all thanks to you.”

Ceres beamed and subtly pulled her arms together, accentuating her chest. Beneath her underboob crop top, which she wore for blacksmithing, lay an incredibly large pair of breasts.

They were as large as the Popes’, or perhaps even a few sizes larger, worthy of being called voluptuous. Beads of sweat trickled down the curves of her cleavage.

All her old clothes no longer fit, so she had to make a makeshift outfit out of some scraps of fabric. As a result, her nipples were barely covered.

“Ah, but there is one inconvenience. It’s hard to blacksmith with my breasts being so big.”

Ceres emphasized certain words and giggled continuously.

She didn’t even seem to mind my gaze, or rather, she was practically encouraging me to stare as she kneaded her breasts.

The moment she drank the potion she had created, her breasts grew larger than her head.

Ceres, ignoring the fact that her top had ripped, exposing her nipples, had been ecstatic, kneading her breasts and jumping for joy.

If Minerva hadn’t told her to put some clothes on, she would have probably been running around, bouncing her breasts up and down, for a long time.

It had been only a few hours since she had finally regained her composure and locked herself in her workshop, vowing to create the best weapon with all her heart and soul.

The sun was already setting outside the window, painting the sky with hues of orange and red.

“It will continue to be uncomfortable, so you’ll have to get used to it.”

“I know. It’s inconvenient because my breasts are so big. But what can I do? I have to accept it.”

I thought of the NPC who had chuckled and said,

“It’s hard to wash my hair when it’s so thick.”

I smiled faintly.

Fortunately, Ceres didn’t seem to notice my expression.

“Then we’ll be taking our leave.”

“Huh? Already? I was going to have some drinks with you. You can stay and drink. It’s on the house.”

“We have things to do. We’ll visit again when we have time.”

Minerva, her cheeks puffed out, had been tugging at my sleeve. It was time to find the Crystal Scroll.

If we stayed any longer, she might even throw away her dignity as an Archmage and roll around on the floor, begging me to take her to the scroll.

“You’re always welcome here, so come back anytime!”

Ceres saw us off to the door. Every time she waved her hand, her breasts, larger than her head, swayed with an overwhelming presence.

Minerva waited until we were far enough away, then spoke,

“It’s a good thing she didn’t notice your expression.”

“……You’re right.”

I sighed softly.

“The effects aren’t permanent, are they?”

It seemed Minerva had figured it out just from my expression.

I smiled wryly and nodded.

In the game, Ceres’ counterpart, after successfully developing the hair growth tonic and gaining a full head of hair, would happily create the weapon the player had chosen.

But the problem was that the effects weren’t permanent.

If you visited them again after defeating the final boss of each route and completing the main story, you would find them drowning their sorrows in alcohol, having lost all their hair.

So Ceres’ fate was clear.

In a few years, she would return to her original, flat-chested form, with not a single curve except for her nipples.

That was why I couldn’t bring myself to smile. Because I knew what would happen to her breasts.

“Are we going to find the Crystal Scroll now, my child?”

“We have to, now that we have the weapon.”

I snapped out of my thoughts, unfolded the map, and searched for the location of the Crystal Scroll.

Minerva was staring at me expectantly.

“It’s here.”

I pointed to a spot on the map. It was a valley located deep within a mountain range.

Minerva, as soon as she confirmed the coordinates, raised her staff and used teleportation.

And in the blink of an eye, we were transported to the location I had marked. As I was still dumbfounded by the sudden change of scenery, Minerva urged me on,

“Tell me what to do next.”

“Uh… first, we need to find a waterfall. A really big one.”

Minerva immediately released a mana pulse. She closed her eyes, concentrated for a moment, then swung her staff. Once again, the scenery changed in the blink of an eye.

The deafening roar of a waterfall echoed nearby.

‘…This is even bigger than in the game.’

I stared blankly at the waterfall, which looked like magic and was probably at least as tall as a twenty-story building.

It was a waterfall where a large river cascaded down a cliff. And the cliff was so high that the water was practically raining down on us.

If it weren’t for the barrier Minerva had cast, we would have been drenched.

—Is this it, my child? Don’t hesitate and just tell me. I can understand everything.

Her voice echoed directly in my mind. It was Minerva.

“Yes, this is it.”

—But this waterfall was already investigated by several teams before. They concluded that there was nothing here.

I knew that. It was mentioned in one of the documents you could find in the game.

With a waterfall this big, it was only natural to assume there was something behind it. The mages obsessed with ancient scrolls would have surely investigated it.

They were right to think there was something here.

But they were looking in the wrong place.

“It’s not behind the waterfall, but below it.”

I pointed to the spot where the waterfall crashed down. The sheer volume of water created not only a spray but also a swirling vortex.

“Could you divert the water for a moment, Lady Minerva? We need to clear the area where the water is falling.”

Minerva immediately followed my instructions.

She tapped the ground lightly with her staff. A circular, mirror-like space opened, sucking in all the water from the waterfall and diverting it to a nearby location.

Water seeped in from the sides to fill the empty space, but the roar of the waterfall was gone. It was a bizarre sight, a calm pond appearing where the torrent had been.

The surroundings grew quiet with the absence of the waterfall.

“It’s done. Is there anything else?”

“Just maintain the spell. It won’t take long.”

I stood calmly in place. Minerva paced impatiently beside me.

It seemed her patience was wearing thin now that we were so close to the scroll.

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