Chapter 137: You Are Not Yet Worthy to Wield This Blade
In an instant,
his vision blurred.
By the time Mihawk regained awareness, he was standing on the deck of an ordinary merchant ship.
"Welcome,"
a voice called out from the cabin.
Mihawk was shocked.
It was that same incomprehensible ability—no fluctuation in aura, no visible trigger—just like how the beginner iron sword had appeared out of nowhere, a living human had now been teleported.
An ordinary person might have regretted stepping into something so unknown.
But Mihawk's expression remained unchanged.
"Forgive the intrusion," he replied calmly.
Then,
he reached out and pushed open the door to the Game House.
Watching him enter, Fang Yi smiled and said, "No need to apologize. Entering the Game House is a reward for completing a contract quest."
Unlike the still-weak Koby,
Mihawk was already the world's greatest swordsman. In terms of raw stats and skill levels, he would be classified as super-Kage level in the ninja world—but not quite at Six Paths level.
He was undeniably an elite-tier player for hunting Corrupted Creatures in the Pirate World.
Mihawk glanced around, but saw nothing unusual. The place appeared to be a simple general store. He pulled out the beginner iron sword. "Did you make this?"
"You could say that."
"'Could say'?"
Mihawk was surprised. His sharp gaze scanned Fang Yi's hands—there were no callouses or scars, nothing to suggest he was a blacksmith or a seasoned fighter. He looked more like a pampered noble.
How could someone like that forge a sword with special abilities?
Sensing Mihawk's doubts, Fang Yi chuckled and opened his palm. "The beginner iron sword is the starter weapon given to new players. Since I'm the creator of the Samsara Game, technically, it is my product."
As he finished speaking,
an identical beginner iron sword appeared in his palm.
Then, the sword began to transform—
into a Level 5 greatsword, its blade emitting a faint glow.
Mihawk studied the greatsword closely.
As the world's top swordsman, he could judge a blade's quality at a glance. This one was comparable to a slightly lower-tier named blade.
Next,
the greatsword vanished, replaced by a narrow short katana—a Level 10 green-tier weapon.
The katana floated slowly toward Mihawk.
He didn't hesitate, grasping it firmly. The moment his fingers touched the hilt, a strange sensation surged through him.
"A Great Grade blade?"
A sword of this quality should emit a distinct glow the moment it appeared. It should be widely known.
But Mihawk had never seen it before. He was certain—there was no named blade like this.
Could it have been… forged just now by this mysterious man?
Impossible!
Even Mihawk thought the idea was absurd. He had traveled the Four Blues and the New World for years, and knew all the famous blades—each one guarded by a master swordsman like a sacred treasure.
How could someone simply conjure one?
"And now…"
Fang Yi continued to smile politely, as if unaware of Mihawk's inner turmoil. He mused aloud, "What about a black blade?"
As casually as a merchant offering another item for sale, he reached out and produced—
Mihawk's expression shifted.
"The Black Blade… mine?"
The beginner iron sword in his hand had first turned into a good blade, then a Great Grade blade—and now, it had become the black sword he knew better than anything: Yoru.
Without thinking,
Mihawk reached over his shoulder and drew the real Yoru.
Two identical black blades now sat in his hands.
He couldn't tell which was real.
Fang Yi watched with amusement as Mihawk tried to make sense of it.
"And next…"
A long, slender katana appeared. Its blade was wrapped in swirling purple-black flames—cold and searing energy coiling together so violently that even touching it was intimidating.
A masterwork from the Arad Continent's finest swordsmiths—
a shadow blade infused with the aura of death gods: the Soulchaser.
"I'm… getting burned by a sword?"
Mihawk instinctively tried to drop the shadow blade—
then, furious at himself for that moment of fear, gritted his teeth and tightened his grip, releasing a powerful surge of Haki.
Hiss…
The hellfire coiled around his arm like a venomous serpent. His sleeve exploded, and his flesh darkened with spreading violet-black veins—like poison.
At the same time,
even the top-tier named blade—the black sword Yoru—trembled in the hellfire's heat.
"The Shadow Blade contains the flame of Kalro, a death god's envoy. Only a Tier 2 player can wield it."
Fang Yi watched Mihawk burn with calm indifference, then flicked his hand.
The fearsome shadow blade turned back into an ordinary beginner iron sword. Even the residual heat vanished.
"Shadow Blade?"
Mihawk examined his arm. It was unscathed.
His eyes flashed. "There's really such an evil sword in this world?"
Even the legendary cursed sword Shodai Kitetsu seemed crude by comparison.
"There are plenty,"
Fang Yi explained with a smile. "The Samsara Game includes weapons and treasures from countless worlds. That Shadow Blade, and the Greatsword Mastery skill in your mind, both come from a magical world called the Arad Continent."
Mihawk paused.
He still found it hard to fully believe in the Samsara Game.
But the evidence before him was undeniable.
The higher one stood, the clearer they saw the world's limits.
And this mysterious man's abilities had already exceeded the Pirate World's ceiling.
"I believe… you're from another world."
Mihawk gave a slight bow, showing respect to a fellow strong one.
When that hellfire had burned through even his full-power Haki, he had no more room to doubt. Continuing to do so would only prove his own foolishness.
"These are the five items chosen by fate for you. They can fulfill your wish."
The dark shelves looked like a cluttered warehouse of random goods.
Five faint glows lit up one by one.
"Though I acknowledge your strength,"
Mihawk said, still holding onto his pride as a swordsman, "my wish is to challenge powerful swordsmen, to pursue the path of swordsmanship to its peak. Can your items make that happen?"
That was his true desire.
He had great strength, yet didn't claim territory like the Four Emperors.
He only joined the Warlords of the Sea for convenience.
He never chased Gold Roger's so-called One Piece.
Wealth, beauty, power—none of it mattered to him.
Mihawk was a pure swordsman. He wanted only one thing—to reach a higher level of swordsmanship.
Was that possible?
"Of course. Among the items chosen by fate, there is something that can help you achieve that wish."
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