Azarel awakens to the power and mystery of the Supreme Sword System, realizing it is more than a tool — it is the key to rewriting his shattered destiny, but also a source of hidden dangers.
The crimson sky outside shimmered like a living forge, casting an eerie glow that pierced the shattered halls of the ancient temple. Azarel's eyelids fluttered, heavy as if weighted by centuries of silence and betrayal. He struggled to push through the fog clouding his mind — memories fragmented, like shards of broken glass floating in a vast abyss.
"System Reboot Complete."
The cold voice echoed inside his head, dissonant and mechanical, yet undeniably present. It wasn't just an echo; it was a presence — a companion born from the cosmic chaos itself. Azarel's eyes snapped open, burning with an ancient fire that defied death.
"Supreme Sword System…?" he murmured, voice rough and brittle.
Before him, a translucent interface materialized, floating with ethereal blue glyphs spiraling like celestial runes. The words glowed faintly:
Welcome back, Azarel — Designation: Reborn God of Destruction.
System: Supreme Sword Activated.
Objective: Reclaim your throne. Eliminate false gods. Reunite with the Legendary Wife.
Azarel's jaw clenched. The cold truth struck him like a thunderbolt — this system was no mere game mechanic or relic. It was a cosmic weapon, a beacon of hope and ruin intertwined.
The Origin of the System
His mind raced back to the fragments he remembered. The Supreme Sword was once a divine artifact, forged in the crucible of the First War between gods and primordial entities. Its purpose was to judge, to sever the corrupt, to rewrite fate itself. But after the Great Betrayal, when Azarel was cast down and shattered, the sword had vanished — lost in the void.
And now it had returned, fused with him.
"Why me?" Azarel whispered.
The System's voice responded, calm yet cryptic.
"Because you carry the bloodline of destruction. The fractures in your soul are the key to unlock cosmic potential."
Azarel grimaced. The weight of that bloodline was a curse and a blessing.
System Interface and Powers
The interface flickered to life, revealing multiple menus. A star map with blinking points, skill trees shimmering with unlearned abilities, and a stat panel detailed as if reading his very essence.
Power Level: 1,000,000+Cultivation Stage: Fragmented Divine CoreSpecial Ability: Supreme Sword FusionQuests:Reclaim the City of WindsLocate the Legendary WifeEliminate the False Gods
Azarel's fingers brushed the holographic sword icon. Instantly, a surge coursed through his veins, resonating like a violent storm.
"This is no mere weapon," he realized. "It's a living force, a shard of my former self."
The System warned:
"Use with caution. The Supreme Sword's power is immense but unstable. Excessive use risks system corruption."
Azarel smirked, the faintest shadow of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Corruption? I've been broken more than once. I will wield this power and carve my own path."
First Challenge: The City of Winds
The System pulsed, projecting a holographic image of a sprawling city nestled between jagged mountain peaks, a city Azarel vaguely recognized but could not yet place.
"This is your first trial," the System informed. "The City of Winds is controlled by the Shadow Guild, a clandestine organization loyal to the Tyrant Varion. You must infiltrate, defeat their leader, and retrieve a fragment of your lost power."
Azarel narrowed his eyes. The name Varion sent a cold shiver down his spine — the multiversal tyrant whose shadow loomed over all realities. Facing him directly was suicide, but this was the beginning of his comeback.
"Very well."
A Glimpse of the Past
As he absorbed the System's information, a sudden flash seized his mind — a vision of a woman with eyes like liquid starlight, her hair flowing like cosmic silk. She smiled, gentle yet fierce, whispering a name he had not heard in ages.
"Lyana..."
The vision faded, but the name lingered like a haunting melody.
"The Legendary Wife." The System confirmed, "She is linked to your past and the fate of the multiverse."
Azarel's heart beat faster. The woman had forgotten him, bound now to Varion's schemes, but she was also the key to everything.
The System's Hidden Depths
Azarel decided to probe deeper. With a thought, he activated the "Supreme Analysis" feature, scanning the system itself.
Layers of code — or something resembling code — streamed before his eyes, intertwined with strange cosmic symbols. The System wasn't a mere AI; it was an ancient consciousness, a fragment of the Primordial Sword God sealed within the artifact.
"Why entrust your power to a fallen god?" Azarel asked aloud.
The System's voice, usually calm and cryptic, suddenly flickered with a hint of warmth.
"Because the gods feared what you represent — destruction and renewal. Only you can wield true justice in this fractured cosmos."
Azarel felt an unexpected pang, as if the system was more than a tool — perhaps an ally or even a fragment of his lost self.
First Skill Unlocked: Sword of Dimensions
The System notified him of an unlock: Sword of Dimensions.
A blade forged from the fabric of space-time, capable of slicing through barriers between worlds.
Azarel summoned the sword, and immediately it shimmered, its edge reflecting not only light but entire parallel realities.
He swung it once. The air around him tore open in a shimmering rift, revealing fleeting images of other realms, others lives — echoes of what had been and what could be.
Power surged within him, intoxicating and dangerous.
Arrival at the City of Winds
Without hesitation, Azarel teleported through the dimensional rift, landing on a narrow rooftop overlooking the City of Winds.
The city buzzed with life — a fusion of ancient Eastern architecture and futuristic skyscrapers pulsating with energy. Neon signs floated alongside floating lanterns, and ethereal beasts patrolled the skies.
But beneath the city's vibrant facade lay a festering darkness. Shadow Guild operatives moved stealthily through the alleys, their presence like poison in the air.
Azarel pulled his hood low. His eyes scanned the streets below.
"Find the Shadow Guild leader… and reclaim what's mine."
The First Encounter
His footfalls silent, Azarel slipped through the shadows until he came upon a tavern — the known haunt of the Shadow Guild's lower ranks.
Inside, rough voices debated dark plots. Azarel's sharp gaze caught a figure in the corner — cloaked, eyes glowing faintly red.
A warning beep sounded in his mind from the System:
"Hostile detected. Caution advised."
Azarel's hand instinctively went to the Supreme Sword.
The figure stood, a woman with an aura of cold menace.
"You shouldn't be here," she hissed, voice laced with venom. "This city doesn't welcome gods reborn."
Azarel smiled coldly. "Neither do traitors."
Before she could react, Azarel surged forward, Supreme Sword igniting with dimensional energy. The clash was brutal — sparks of power against dark shadows.
Cliffhanger: The True Enemy Revealed
The fight drew a crowd, but before it could escalate, a chilling voice echoed through the tavern.
"Azarel…"
The crowd parted as a tall figure stepped forward — regal, terrifying, and unmistakable. The Tyrant Varion himself.
"You think you can play with forces beyond your grasp? The Supreme Sword is mine to claim."
Azarel froze. The true game had just begun.
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End of Chapter 2
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