Very loose/ weak gamer system stuff
Idea from- Hamefura CYOA: My Next Life in An Otome Game WIP V0.5.2 Drawbacks and Boons Update
Ron Cleghorn considered himself blessed. He had a lovely wife, healthy children, and a stable living. He was a commoner, but he had decent earth magic. His wife, Vertie, was a passable water mage. She was uniquely gifted in purifying water.
His youngest, Bonie, had yet to show any magical talent. This didn't concern him because she was only 4 years old.
His second child, Curran, was a rare fire mage. It was a nice social boost, but unlikely to be of much use when his son was older.
Lewis, the first born, was odd. He was 8 and yet he still showed no magical ability.
That wasn't really an issue, the boy was great. He was a strong lad, stronger than most 15 year olds.
He never got sick, he healed fast, he paid good attention, and he was always eager to help out. His social skills need a bit of work, he's a tad bit awkward. But Ron was proud of his boy. He saw good things in Lewis's future.
That was, until he looked out at the front of Bullion Manor, and saw his eldest son walking across the decorated garden surrounding the Ebony Short-blade of Purity. And proceeding to touch it.
"No Boy! Get away!"
Malcolm Bullion gasped, as he saw young Lewis go to the Purity Blade. Malcolm was a fire mage, and even he had never dared touch the Legendary Blade.
The Ebony Relic had been in that small garden for centuries. Only the righteous could touch it. Only the pure could wield it. The Bullions had the history of birthing the most light mages ever in a single bloodline. Any light mage could safely touch the blade. Some rare fire mages could as well. But that was it. those were the only types of mages who could touch the blade. Earth mages turned to stone. Water mages lost all moisture, Wind mages got crushed into a dense ball of human meat, unworthy fire mages slowly burned from the inside, those with pitiful mana levels were turned into mindless husks, and the two known dark mages to touch the blade were sucked into, as the Ebony Blade glowed with bright white runes.
His wife, Osla, hurried to cast a wind spell. Her attempt was futile, as before she could cast, the boy touched the Ebony Short-Blade of Purity, and a magnificently Holy Light blanketed the entire estate.
The Light was pure bliss. But it only lasted 2 seconds. As the many colors of the world returned, I looked down at the sword in my hand.
The Pure Black. An ebony short-blade said to be reserved for those with pure souls. I couldn't confirm or deny that, all I knew, was that this sword belonged to me.
[ The Pure Black ]
An ebony short-blade blessed by a higher being
Rarity- One
Rank- Legendary
Quality- Ultimate
This weapon is supernaturally dense and light, repairs itself over time, can absorb, block and disrupt magic or elemental attacks, can cut through any physical material less than {Legendary Rank} or {Everlasting Quality} and even wound incorporeal beings like ghosts. While wielding it one is granted the 'Sense of a Master Swordsman' Perk, allowing them to perceive everything in a 100-meter radius around them, with minor combat precognition. Significantly boosts the magic potency and Physical abilities of wielder.
Ever since waking up today, it was like my mind was clear. No, not clear, just opened. There were definitely distractions still going on in my head.
Feeling how light the weapon was, I started swinging it, and laughed in satisfaction. I heard the gasps, screams, and prayers of other commoners, my family, and the Bullions. Footsteps grew closer.
"I almost can not belief it." Father whispered, his voice sounding haunted. I nodded, a huge smile on my face.
"Everyone!" Lord Malcolm shouted. Really loud, Lady Osla must be amplifying his voice.
"Any duty that is not vital is now paused! And for the essential tasks that can not be ignored, please help those be seen to quickly. I want to give everyone a day to celebrate the Pure Blade finally being wielded!" Malcolm's words boomed with great cheer.
"We rest today, but be assured that you all are invited to celebration the King will no doubt hold for such an occasion!" Malcolm was making his way to me.
Was he just playing it up, or was he really that happy? It wouldn't be immediately, but we all knew what would happen now. I would be made head of a Noble house, my family would based directly above the Bullions. There were a thousand different protocols for what would happen if certain different types of people actually managed to wield this relic. I'm sure commoners aren't privy to all of them, but these protocols are baked into the religion, they couldn't have us completely ignorant.
"Lewis, how did you know you would be safe doing that?" Malcolm asked.
"I felt it calling to me." I answer. As their grown eyes widen, I use an ability I only learned I had this morning.
[Mind Reading]
You can read the minds of those around you. you can read any surface thoughts you wish within a mile. You can delve deeper into the memories and past of those you are touching, scanning their mind for whatever information you want. Within a hundred meters you can speak into their minds or influence dreams. This however is not mind control. You cannot influence their own emotions or thoughts
'Honestly, out of all the possible people, there are for worse that could have gotten this relic. We've always been fairly close with the Cleghorns, and it'll be many years before Lewis is trained enough to become a full noble. It's not like we'll be losing our noble status. Maybe I can even get him to marry Marcail."
Okay, Malcolm definitely was not acting. I'm sure he'd prefer if his family had the relic, but he's right, we are strangely close with our Bullion Lords and Ladies.
"Well, give me some time, and we'll have a proper swordsman come here. No point having that sword if you don't know how to use it." Malcolm grinned, patted my father on the back, and walked away.
Dinner was being held at the Claes Mansion. By coincidence, the Third Prince happened to be here in time to join the family.
'He's so serious about putting up this act just because of my small lisle injury.' Katarina Claes thought to herself, while enjoying her dinner.
'You mentioned a belief on earth magic you had, Katarina?" Gerald Stuart looked towards his fiance.
"Oh yes! If you wish to grow your affinity for the earth, only makes sense to tend to it, right!" Katarina explained.
"Too much affinity for earth isn't a good thing, Katarina." Keith interjected.
"Yes, some people just aren't as capable of control as others." Gerald agreed with a smile.
"Most definitely, there are tradeoffs for talent." Keith responded with a small laugh.
The boys smiled politely to each other, invisible sparks flying. Before they could continue, the dining room doors opened. A servant entered, with a knight behind him.
"Excuse the interruption, my Lords and Ladies, this knight as news from the king." A servant explained.
"Go on then, sir knight." Lord Claes allowed. The knight bowed.
"The Third Prince is requested to return home immediately. A proper announcement will be made later, but the Pure Blade as finally been wielded. Preparations are being made, and all of the royal family should be gathered together swiftly." The knight explained.
There was a stunned silence.
"What is the Pure Blade?" Young Lady Claes asked, confused.
1,000 Doom points have been rewarded
Katarina stared at the words in front of her, and fainted.
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