The two pieces floated in the air before him, rotating slowly.

The fragment drifted toward the sword with a kind of quiet inevitability, closing the gap between them inch by inch as though drawn by something older than gravity.

Then it combine together.

The moment it combine a pitch black sphere appear engulfing the sword.

After a few minutes the pitch black sphere started to dissolve and inside it a completed pitch black sword floating in front of Damon.

He then look at Chaos Devourer Sword with his Incubus Celestial Eyes again.

A new status pop out.

[Chaos Devourer Sword]

[Description: A sword that created along with creation. Have ability to control space and time. It can devour any item and absorb it function. Have an inner world inside it where time can be manipulated. Missing an ego.]

[Artifact]

[Master: Damon Arcknight]

Reading the new description a new question appear on Damon mind.

’Ego?’

[Ego is a sense of self of an item. Usually an item at this grade have and ego.]

’So the sword is alive?’

[Yes Host, but the current Chaos Devourer Sword have no ego. Either its sleeping or it missing entirely.]

’I see, so I need to find it for Chaos Devourer Sword fully completed.’

’Then system, it says it have inner world. How do I access it?’

The system was quiet for a moment.

[Host can access the inner world by pouring spiritual energy into the sword’s core. The inner world functions as a separate dimension. Time inside moves at a ratio of one hundred to one compared to the outside world.]

Damon stared at the sword floating in front of him.

One hundred to one.

That meant one day outside was one hundred days inside.

He could train for years in there while barely a week passed in the real world.

He reached out and wrapped his fingers around the hilt.

The moment his palm touched the black surface, something moved through his arm.

Not pain. Not warmth. Something older, like touching the bottom of a very deep ocean and feeling the pressure push back against you.

The sword felt heavy in a way that had nothing to do with weight.

He turned it slowly in his hand, studying the blade.

The metal was completely black, no reflection, no shine, like it absorbed every bit of light that touched it.

The edge looked sharp enough to cut the air itself.

He lowered the sword and exhaled.

Around him, Ariel, Mio, and Mia were all asleep across the bed in various directions, limbs tangled together, breathing slow and even.

Neko had curled into her tiger cub form at the foot of the bed, her striped tail wrapped around herself.

The room was quiet.

Damon set the Chaos Devourer on the nightstand and leaned back against the headboard, pulling up his status.

[Name: Damon Arcknight]

[Age: 18]

[Cultivation: True Spirit Realm - Third Level]

[True Cultivation: Heavenly Spirit Realm - First Level] [Can advance with lust point]

[Affinities: Fire: 80, Water: 140, Ice: 180, Wind: 80, Earth: 80, Lightning: 330, Nature: 80, Light: 80, Dark: 200, Space: 50, Time: 50, Sword: 115] [Can be upgraded with the lust point]

[Spiritual Roots: Elemental Spiritual Roots] [Heaven Grade - Peak] [Can be upgraded with the lust point, and new roots can be bought in the lust store]

[Bloodline: Blood of Incubus Lord] [Earth Grade - Low] [Can be upgraded with lust point]

[Physique: Body of Incubus Lord] [Earth Grade - Low] [Can be upgraded with lust point]

[Lust points: 7,050,000]

[Harem Members: Ariel Aquaria, Mio Nightrider, Mia Nightrider, Selene Frostborn]

[Beasts Bonds: Neko [Heavenly White Tiger]]

[Ability: Incubus Touch, Incubus Aura, Incubus Celestial Eyes, Incubus Fluid, Incubus Dream, Polymorph]

He had been spending freely tonight but the rewards from the hidden mission had more than covered everything.

Five million in one drop. He still wasn’t used to seeing numbers that large.

He closed the status window and looked at the ceiling.

The auction was done.

They had the Heaven-Grade Spiritual Root Advancement Pill.

Mei had the Twin Soul-Dark Pearls, whatever she planned to do with those. And he had the Chaos Devourer.

The trip had been productive.

But now came the part that actually mattered.

The Eastern Continent tournament was still months away, but the road back to the sect wasn’t going to be quiet.

Someone had paid those riders to attack the Sky Cutter.

Then there was Kai. Still breathing.

And Lumina. Sect Leader’s direct disciple.

Daughter of the Solaris family. Hiding inside a man’s disguise with an Origin Grade artifact around her neck and desires she hadn’t admitted to herself yet.

’That one will be interesting.’

He glanced toward the balcony. The partition between his suite and hers was still unlocked, exactly as he had left it.

She hadn’t come through.

He wasn’t surprised. She was cautious, controlled, the kind of person who spent years building walls before she let anyone close.

But the Incubus Aura had already found the cracks.

He had felt her respond to his touch even through the robe, her body betraying what her expression refused to show.

It was only a matter of time.

He picked up the Chaos Devourer again and held it flat across both palms, studying the flat of the blade.

No markings, no inscription, nothing to suggest what it had once been or who had made it.

’It still missing an ego.’

He wondered what a sword’s ego even felt like.

Whether it would be hostile when it woke, or curious, or something else entirely.

He pushed a thread of spiritual energy into the core the way the system had described.

The sword didn’t react.

He pushed harder, sending a thicker current through the hilt, and this time he felt something shift, a faint resistance deep inside the metal, like a door that was sealed from the other side.

He held the pressure steady.

The resistance didn’t break.

But it moved, just slightly, like something on the other side had shifted.

Damon lowered the sword across his knees and looked at it for a long moment.

’Not yet.’

He put it in his storage ring, then move toward the bed leaned his head against the headboard, and closed his eyes.