Demonic Sword: Muramasa

After the door opened, Garling continued to carry Gigue inside. Gigue suddenly asked, "Uncle Garling, has Grandpa never come here since he became an Ability User back then? Or does he have to bring you to open the door for him every time?"

Garling was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted. The usually stern man couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you already thinking about the day you become Family Head, you brat? You're thinking pretty far ahead. I'm not dead yet!"

"Uh, I didn't mean it like that. Besides, it's not like I can only become Family Head after you're gone. Maybe you'll get tired of it and retire early?"

"Heh, do you think the position of Family Head is like those positions in the Marines? Retire? Have you ever heard of a retired Family Head?"

"Uh, that's true. Then it's probably better if I don't become Family Head. I really don't want Uncle Garling to die."

This last sentence was definitely Gigue's true feelings at the moment. After bickering like this for a few sentences, Garling gradually relaxed, and he started talking more.

"I guess you have some conscience after all. Don't worry, the position of Family Head will be yours sooner or later. As for the question you just asked, it's not impossible to solve, it just depends on whether you have the qualifications to accept the gift I'm giving you."

If Garling hadn't mentioned it, Gigue would have almost forgotten about the gift. As the distance between them and the Seastone gate increased, Gigue gradually regained some of his mobility.

He detached himself from Garling's body, stretched his body slightly, and began to examine the secret room.

As a prominent family among the Celestial Dragons, the Figarland family's secret room was naturally filled with countless treasures. Gold and jewelry were as common as cabbage here, and calling it a mountain of gold would be an understatement.

From the way these items were displayed, it was clear that the Figarland family didn't care about them at all.

What was truly precious were the Famous Swords hanging on the walls, but not all swords were qualified to hang there.

Gigue saw a few swords casually placed in a corner, with a sign next to them that read "Good Fast Swords: 50 Works."

There were labels on the hilts, which should have been the names of the swords.

Those qualified to hang on the wall were the "Great Fast Swords: 21 Works," and Gigue counted five of them.

This number was already astonishing, as there were only twenty-one swords of this grade in the world. The Figarland family directly accounted for nearly a quarter of them, which was an incredibly terrifying foundation.

The funny thing was that Gigue, the family heir, was witnessing his family's strength for the first time.

Garling turned around and saw Gigue's gaze lingering on the Famous Swords. A playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he asked, "It seems you're quite interested in swords."

Gigue withdrew his gaze and replied honestly, "Those swords are indeed quite tempting, but my swordsmanship is really mediocre. Giving me a good sword would be a waste."

"You have the nerve to say that? Do you know that our family members are most skilled in swordsmanship? Swordsmanship can be said to be the foundation of our family's existence."

Gigue shook his head helplessly and said, "There's nothing I can do. There are people who use swords in the Marines, but none of them are truly skilled. I've only learned the basics."

Garling nodded with disdain and said, "You're right, those so-called swordsmen in the Marines are all half-baked. They're not worth mentioning."

"So, Uncle Garling, are you mentioning this to me because the gift you mentioned is a sword?"

"That's right. As a member of the Figarland family, how can you not have your own sword?"

"Then the swords on the wall..."

Garling looked at Gigue with a sense of disappointment, as if he couldn't be proud of him. He reprimanded, "Is that all you've got? The 21 Works are good, but for you, the family heir, to use such a sword is simply an insult to the family!"

"Uh..."

Gigue fell silent. He glanced at the sword Garling wore at his waist. According to Garling's words, this sword must be one of the legendary Supreme Great Fast Swords.

This was a limited edition masterpiece of only twelve in the world. Gigue certainly didn't think Garling was going to give him his own sword; that would be too ridiculous.

Since he said that, it meant that the Figarland family possessed more than one Supreme Great Fast Sword!

Gigue could only exclaim internally at such a foundation and became even more expectant.

Garling didn't make Gigue wait too long. He led Gigue to the end of the secret room, where several luxurious coffins were placed. The middle coffin was the largest and most ornately decorated.

On the wall above all the coffins hung corresponding photographs. Judging by the diverse and peculiar hairstyles, these coffins must contain the former Family Heads of the Figarland family.

Upon arriving here, Garling first bowed to the coffins in front of him, and Gigue followed suit.

Then, Garling walked to the largest coffin in the middle and slowly pushed open the lid.

Gigue walked to Garling's side and looked into the coffin. Inside lay a skeleton wearing golden armor. What was amusing was that the skeleton still had hair on its head, and it maintained the hairstyle from the photo. The shelf life of this hair was simply unbelievable.

However, Gigue's gaze was soon drawn to the sword held in the skeleton's arms.

The sword had a jet-black blade, with vein-like purple patterns covering its edge. The base of the hilt was inlaid with an extremely vivid ruby.

As he looked, Gigue's eyes became increasingly vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Garling was also looking at the sword in the coffin. He looked perfectly normal and even touched the sword. He said, "This is the first Family Head of the Figarland family, Saint Cassius, the owner of this sword. Speaking of which, you and him... Gigue? What's wrong!?"

Garling finally noticed Gigue's abnormality. At that moment, something unexpected happened.

The sword he touched suddenly burst into black flames, and then the entire sword transformed into a black light, soaring past Saint Garling and entering Gigue's right hand.

The black light gradually condensed back into the original sword's appearance, and Gigue finally regained consciousness. He blankly raised his right hand holding the sword and murmured, "What just happened? What's going on with this sword?"

Garling was also stunned by the scene. He steadied himself, gave Gigue a deep look, and said, "The sword in your hand is one of the Twelve Works, named Demonic Sword: Muramasa!"

As soon as the words "Demonic Sword: Muramasa" were spoken, the sword in Gigue's hand began to emit wisps of black mist.

A look of shock flashed across Gigue's eyes, because this black mist was all too familiar to him. This was the power of darkness!

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