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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Lord Fourth
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In [Eternity Sword Saint Chronicle], you gain points every time you progress through the story.
These points are used to strengthen characters, acquire skills, and raise levels.
[Owned Points: 1000 SP]
1000 SP is the amount given at the very beginning, and the standard strategy is to pour it all into skill enhancement.
However, since I have no skills, pouring points into them is impossible.
Just in case, I checked if physical enhancement was possible.
[In Reality Mode, physical enhancement using SP is not applicable.]
“Unnecessarily realistic.”
Of course, I had no intention of wasting SP on my physical body, so I wasn’t disappointed.
I closed the notification window and looked at the main screen.
[Story Quest: Enroll in Eternity!]
[Reward: 500 SP, Projector of Ideals.]
I stared intently at the message. I must have read it dozens of times on my way to the practical exam hall.
I wondered if it was just a hallucination brought on by my own delusion.
Perhaps the reward list only had 500 SP, and the phrase ‘Projector of Ideals’ wasn’t really there? Realistically, that was a much higher possibility.
But no matter how many times I rubbed my eyes and reread it, the words ‘Projector of Ideals’ did not disappear.
“…Crazy. Is this for real?”
If my guess was correct, this was a [Gift].
A unique power one obtains after reaching a certain level as a superhuman.
[Gifts] come in various types, from supportive ones like absorption, amplification, mana dictatorship, and gravity control, to elemental abilities, but they all share the common trait of being overpowered.
Moreover, the gift listed as a reward was named ‘Projector of Ideals’. This had a high chance of being a reality manipulation-type ability.
And reality manipulation-type Gifts were almost nonexistent in Eternity.
Because the very concept of manipulating reality was just ridiculously overpowered.
But that overpowered ability was right here.
‘Projector of Ideals.’
Interpreted literally, it means ‘what is imagined becomes reality.’
Of course, the [Restrictions] would be just as strict, but even considering that, it was still an overpowered ability.
In other words, it was a Gift I absolutely had to obtain in order to survive.
Closing the status window, I looked around.
I was currently at the 2nd-floor practical exam hall of Eternity Academy.
With five minutes left until the exam, everyone was busy warming up.
These were supposedly geniuses who had broken through global competition rates to reach Eternity’s entrance exam.
In reality, they were like blank slates who were never even mentioned, let alone made an appearance.
Anyway, only one or two of them would enter Eternity and become extras.
But me, with no mana and no skills, being one of those one or two?
Not even the developer’s grandfather could pull that off.
‘The hurdle for extras is ridiculously high, for real.’
Common sense dictated that there was no way for me to enroll in Eternity. But I had no intention of quietly accepting my fate.
‘If there’s no way, I just have to make one.’
Because that’s how I play.
In times like these…
“Cadet Candidate #386, Lee Haesol. Will you challenge the selection of a Noble Armament?”
“Yes, I will challenge it.”
It’s time to hijack a fated encounter.
***
Some of the armaments in Eternity, absurdly, choose their own masters.
No matter how outstanding a person is, if the armament rejects them, they cannot use it.
Even if they try, they can’t draw out its true power, making it nothing more than useless scrap metal.
These ego armaments with such discerning abilities are collectively called ‘Noble Armaments’.
You might wonder who would use something so unfair and cheap, but on the contrary, people are desperate for them.
That’s because the performance of these Noble Armaments was just too good to pass up.
Some even possessed Gifts, and were considered national treasures.
A prime example of such a Noble Armament is Britain’s Excalibur from the Arthurian legend.
A legendary Noble Armament stuck in the ground, belonging to whoever could pull it out. In fact, there are quite a few of these ‘pull-out types’ among Noble Armaments.
The culture of the ‘Noble Armament Selection Ceremony’ came about this way.
No matter how many Noble Armaments you have, they are just a nuisance if there’s no one who can use them.
Eternity is overflowing with such nuisances. So every year, they gather the cadet candidates and hold a selection ceremony before the practical exam.
You might worry about them falling into the wrong hands, but everyone here has signed an agreement to cooperate with Eternity beforehand.
Anyway.
“Number 386. If you don’t like it, you can choose again.”
“No, this one will do.”
When I chose the rusty sword hanging on the wall, the examiner clicked his tongue.
“Don’t think that the ‘selection’ will be easy just because it’s a low-class Noble Armament.”
The other candidates seemed to think the same, snickering and mocking me from behind.
It seemed I looked like some pathetic guy desperately trying to power up before the exam by choosing a possibly easier to use low-class Noble Armament.
‘Seriously, these idiots always think something old must be junk.’
If they could read my status window messages, they wouldn’t be thinking that.
[Hidden Piece, the Forgotten Legend, has been discovered.]
[5000 SP awarded as a bonus.]
[Great Noble Armament, the Choosing King’s Sword. Gram.]
‘This is it.’
Numerous notification windows popped up as I grabbed the sword. Hehe. A laugh escaped me.
“What? That’s creepy.”
“I think he’s crazy.”
People around me whispered, but I didn’t care. That’s how good I felt.
The Choosing King’s Sword, Gram.
On the outside, it’s a worn-out piece of scrap, and in reality, it’s treated as such, just left to gather dust in a corner of the practical exam hall.
But its true identity is the beloved weapon of the hero of Norse mythology, Sigmund.
A Noble Armament with an anecdote of having slain a dragon.
It has a convenient setting of having been included with various other Noble Armaments donated to Eternity.
Originally, the protagonist, the next-generation Sword Saint Cheon Woojin, was supposed to discover and use it, but…
‘Well, who cares.’
Cheon Woojin is such an overpowered character that losing one Great Noble Armament from his collection of Noble Armaments wouldn’t even be noticeable.
He doesn’t even use it much in the first place.
It’s definitely not because Gram’s performance is lacking. It was because Gram’s Gift, [Fission], didn’t match well with Cheon Woojin, a single-minded purist who only uses one sword.
It’s much better for me to use it than for it to just gather dust.
Anyway, even though Gram was given the cold shoulder, it was still a Great-tier Noble Armament.
Perhaps for that reason, its standards for choosing a master were incredibly high. As expected, it didn’t even react to someone like me with no mana.
Well, I had already expected that.
[Attempting forced resonance with the Noble Armament. 500 SP will be consumed.]
[Remaining points: 5500 SP.]
I felt a floating sensation, like when riding an amusement park ride, and then the scenery changed.
An endless, pure white space stretched out before me.
Opposite me stood a knight who looked like she had just stepped out of a medieval movie.
A beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair, wearing full plate armor, a dust-covered brown cape, and holding a broken sword.
There was only one person it could be here, so it wasn’t hard to guess her identity.
The sword spirit, Gram.
「How did you get in here?」
Gram glared at me coldly, on guard. Seeing her holding her sword, she must have been quite surprised.
「I did not invite you. Moreover, a talentless person with no mana…」
Sigh, it’s hard for a talentless person to live in this world.
“I’m not a suspicious person, so please put down that sword and let’s talk. Gram.”
I raised both hands to show I had no intention of fighting, but Gram’s vigilance only intensified. Her glare was so sharp it made my skin tingle.
「How do you know my name?」
I scratched my cheek and awkwardly shut my mouth.
How could I tell her that I knew because I had wielded her before I fell into this game?
I’d be lucky not to be treated like a lunatic.
“Um, we can get to know each other gradually, but for now, please help me.”
「Leave. I have no obligation to help you.」
Gram clamped her mouth shut, as if she had no intention of talking.
Well, if I were her, and some guy with not a lick of mana suddenly showed up claiming he would be my master, I would start cursing first.
Moreover, as you can tell from her appearance, Gram was a ‘knight’.
A foolish sword trapped in a musty chivalric spirit, who acknowledged no one but her former master, Sigmund.
It was so bad that even Sigmund’s son, Sigurd, only inherited Gram; Gram’s true master was only ever Sigmund.
‘She’s like a waiting wife stone, waiting for her dead husband…’
I could only be dumbfounded by Cheon Woojin’s talent in winning over such a stubborn medieval lady.
Anyway, no matter what, I had to obtain Gram.
I blew 500 SP just to have a conversation, so I couldn’t bear to leave empty-handed.
I had to go for it, even if I failed.
“Ragnarok is coming, so you can just keep standing there if you want.”
「……!」
As soon as I finished speaking, Gram’s eyes widened. She had read that there was not a hint of falsehood in my words.
The sword spirit Gram has the ability to read the true intentions of those she resonates with.
Armageddon, Ragnarok, Kali Yuga, Apocalypse…
The names and processes were different in each mythology, but in the end, they all meant one thing.
Destruction.
「Ragnarok has already passed.」
Gram said firmly, as if telling me not to speak nonsense.
I shook my head pitifully.
“Even your master, Sigmund, was so wary of Ragnarok… yet you, Gram, intend to continue wasting time here.”
Sigmund’s true identity is the thunder god, Thor. And I know that Thor and the other gods of Valhalla were wary of and prepared for Ragnarok.
As if I’d hit a nerve, Gram’s eyes wavered.
While I was at it, I pushed harder.
“Hoo, what were Sir Sigmund’s last words again?”
“What?! How do you know that…!”
Gram flinched, a look of shock on her face.
I was the one who was more surprised.
‘What, was there really one?’
I just threw it out there, hoping it would stick…
「I see. Are you the prophet Sigmund sometimes spoke of?」
“Pardon?”
What is she talking about all of a sudden?
「I heard it from Sigmund. He said a prophet would appear to announce Ragnarok. He often said that this person would have the wisdom to see the future and prepare for Ragnarok.」
“……”
I had only said one thing, but Gram was letting her imagination run wild.
「Then it makes sense that you would know Sigmund’s last words.」
It seemed like she had misunderstood something, and misunderstood it badly, to the point where it was getting a little creepy.
「Very well. Prophet. I will cooperate with you until Ragnarok is over.」
“…This easily?”
「You spoke the truth. What more is needed?」
“You’re not wrong, but…”
It was true that destruction was coming, and while I wasn’t a prophet, I was something similar.
After all, knowing the future was something both a prophet and I could do.
It was so easy that I felt a little let down. Is this what they call jumping to conclusions?
Anyway, all’s well that ends well, and a smile appeared on my face.
‘This is a jackpot.’
Getting a Great Noble Armament that can only be used in the mid-to-late game for just 500 SP? This was like buying a nuke for half a dollar.
「However, if you commit an evil act that goes against chivalry, I will withdraw my cooperation.」
“Of course, you absolutely should.”
Evil acts? I’ll pass on that myself.
There are dozens of ways to have an easy life without resorting to that, so why would I? It would only make things tiring for me.
[You have received the recognition of the Choosing King’s Sword, Gram.]
[1000 SP is awarded as a reward.]
[Remaining Points: 6500 SP]
…Reality Mode. This might actually be pretty good.
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Hi Lord Fourth here!
As always if you find some mistakes or inconsistencies let me know about it on the dedicated channel on discord.
I think there is missing dialogue
Sword waifu is definitely a plus