I Reincarnated As An Immortal Bat Into Another World-Chapter 41 - - Weapon from Abyss

However, a sudden revelation dawned upon him. Among the countless adventurers, both within the dungeon and outside, there existed a excess of potential solutions. Bong contemplated the idea of eliminating everyone until he stumbled upon the right skill to dispel the curse.

Simultaneously, he grappled with the notion of undoing the powerful spell that bound the boss. His mind became a whirlwind of scenarios, each one a potential avenue of escape from the complex situation.

"Eliminating numerous monsters and adventurers would necessitate a more efficient means. I need to devise a weapon," Bong contemplated aloud.

He thought deeply, trying to come up with a weapon that could easily eliminate the adventurers in an efficient manner. Killing them one by one would take too long, so he needed a faster way to eliminate them without them noticing.

"Eternaforge," Bong's command reverberated through the air, a chilling resonance that seemed to awaken the very shadows around him. As if responding to his call, the darkness began to writhe and twist, forming an ethereal tapestry that engulfed him. The atmosphere grew dense with an almost suffocating aura, an eerie anticipation of what was to come. Bong's features were etched with an intense focus, his eyes reflecting the depth of the abyss itself.

As if guided by an unseen hand, the shadows twisted and melded, forming the shape of a bow. But this was no ordinary bow; it was a creation of darkness, a weapon born of abyssal depths.

The wood was an inky black, as if carved from the void, and seemed to absorb all light that touched it. Along its length, intricate patterns of swirling shadows danced, resembling dark flames licking at the edges of reality. The grip, smooth and polished, exuded an otherworldly coldness, a touch that sent shivers down the spine.

Strung with an ethereal, translucent thread of shadow, the bow seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, as if it held within it the very essence of the abyss.

As Bong's grip tightened on the bow, a sudden surge of malevolent energy coursed through him. It was as if the weapon itself had a will of its own, a consciousness that sought to ensnare him. The darkness that had formed the bow seemed to writhe and pulse.

A cold, ominous voice seemed to echo in his mind, the very embodiment of the weapon's defiance.

"You insolence, How dare you try to control me, I will destroy the very soul of yours, " The words were laced with a chilling arrogance, a declaration of rebellion from the very weapon he had created.

With a surge of power, he pushed back against the weapon's attempts to consume him. The struggle was palpable, a clash of wills between master and creation. Each exerted their dominance, their strength locked in a battle for control.

"You insolence, How dare you try to control me, I will destroy the very structure of yours, " Bong used his strength to push back the bow which try to capturing his soul and with his might he going to destroy the bow.

In a burst of dark energy, Bong managed to assert his authority over the weapon he had forged. The bow's resistance faltered, its malevolent sentience subdued by his sheer force of will.

"You impudent creation, how dare you attempt to exert control over me, your very creator? Now, I shall render this bow into oblivion, for I have no need for such a feeble weapon." Bong's voice dripped with authority and disdain. His expression remained resolute and unyielding as he confronted the rebellious weapon.

"Master, wait! I beseech your forgiveness. It was merely a test, a trial to confirm your identity as my creator." In a desperate attempt to salvage its existence, the bow cried out.

"How dare you, a mere weapon, attempt to test me, your creator?" Bong's voice resonated with authority and a touch of indignation. 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝑚

"Master, I beseech you, please withhold your anger. Though I may appear as a mere weapon, in my past existence, I held the esteemed title of a Demon Lord of Hell. The skill you possess is none other than Ashren's Infernal Forgemaster, a unique ability bestowed upon a sole individual within this realm. These skills are entwined with the essence of the soul, transferring only upon the possessor's demise and a willing bequeathal to another. I am in your service due to Ashren's gracious permission," The Ego of the Bow humbly requested Bong to temper his anger.

"But please accept my apologies for my misunderstanding. My intention was not to harm your essence, but rather to delve into your past memories. I now grasp the manner in which you obtained this skill and the purpose behind my service to you as your humble servant," The Bow continued with a tone of humility and understanding.

"Master, there is a great deal that I am eager to share with you regarding my purpose in serving you and the significance of Ashren bestowing this skill upon you. However, I ask for your understanding and forgiveness, for at present, you may not possess the full capacity to harness my complete potential. It is only through the fusion of my power with yours that we can transcend the limitations of this realm. Our journey towards our ultimate goal remains a considerable distance away," The Bow conveyed with reverence and a sense of shared purpose.

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[Master, umm.. I neglected to mention that this unique skill is held by only one individual in the entire realm. It's bound by the soul, and you can only acquire it when its possessor dies and grants it to you. You obtained this skill because Ashren gave you permission.]

"This suspicion aligns with my own observations, particularly when I delved into the memories of Lysander Drakonov. Moreover, there are further revelations. I cannot comprehend how I managed to defeat the Lysander Drakonov, a formidable opponent who once held the exalted title of King of Dragons and reigned as the sovereign of the heavens," Bong contemplated, expressing his astonishment and perplexity.

"Indeed, Master, I am unable to delve into the depths of your past beyond a certain point. However, I am certain of one thing: you were not an ordinary mortal from the world you referred to as Earth. It is inconceivable that a mortal could have bested Lysander Drakonov," The bow affirmed, emphasizing its conviction.

"You shall uncover the truth as our journey progresses. I, too, have a purpose intertwined with our shared path. Be assured, Master, that we will journey together towards our goals. Thus, I inquire of you," The bow's words were laden with purpose and anticipation.

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[Do you wish to forge a soul connection with the bow? Y/N]