Deep in the weapon-forging sanctum beneath the Condemned Blade Sect, the flames roared black and blue. Priyanshu stood shirtless, surrounded by runic formations, while Alaya and Vanya watched in awe.
The room wasn't just a forge—it was the Abyssal Armory, an ancient relic known to birth weapons that remembered hatred.
He laid out the core materials:
Shard of the Eternal Moon
Fang of the Nine-Headed Demon King
Soulsteel from a Betrayer's Heart
[System Prompt: Initiating Weapon Creation Ritual – Item Tier: Forbidden Divine]
[Warning: Weapon may develop sentience and attempt rebellion. Success rate: 61%.]
Priyanshu smirked. "I'll raise it like my child… or break it like an enemy."
He activated the runes. Heat erupted so intensely that even Alaya, now at Peak Nascent Soul Realm, had to retreat. Vanya, protected by the karma seal, stood frozen entranced by the spectacle.
The ingredients dissolved into rivers of spiritual essence. He plunged his hand into the burning cauldron without hesitation, drawing the liquid metal out with Domain Force.
Then came the core—he carved his grudges into the weapon.
Each betrayal… every lie his brothers told… the deaths of innocents at the hands of the so-called righteous… all fed into the sword's soul.
He laughed darkly. "You shall be named Nemoria—Sword of Vengeance."
The moment he spoke, the forge cracked. The weapon screamed.
A sword of shimmering onyx, streaked with crimson veins, rose into the air, its hilt forming with the skull of a divine beast. It vibrated violently.
[System Alert: Weapon Spirit Awakened – Danger of Hostile Rejection]
Priyanshu's eyes narrowed. "Kneel."
A shockwave erupted as his Create and Destroy Domain exploded outward. The newborn blade resisted, sending psychic blasts at him. But he only smiled.
"Do you think you can defy your creator?" he said coldly.
The blade screamed one last time before bowing midair.
[Nemoria – Bound Successfully][Grade: Forbidden Divine Spirit Weapon][Special Ability: Absorbs karmic sin from enemies and converts it to cultivation. Requires hatred to grow.]
As it landed in his hand, Vanya whispered, "This weapon… it's alive. And it's crying."
Alaya stared with awe. "You created a weapon that hates more than any sword ever forged."
"I gave it my heart," Priyanshu said simply. "Now I'll use it to rip apart this fake righteous world."
With Nemoria on his back, and two women beside him—one a loyal assassin, the other a prophet bound by karma—he turned toward the next horizon.
He had darkness in his hands and destiny in his eyes.
The Hidden Villain was no longer hiding. He was forging the future.