Kusaka Naoto looked at the other Demon Weapons displayed on the weapon rack.
Since he had only studied how to use the Demon Weapon himself, he did not know what abilities the other Demon Weapons possessed.
Besides, these Demon Weapons were not small, making them inconvenient to carry.
Most importantly, he feared that these Demon Weapons might become forces that could stand in his way.
"Since I can't take them with me, I'll destroy them!"
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh."
Kusaka Naoto's laugh was grating.
He raised the blade in his hand and, with a flash, cut all the other Demon Weapons on the rack in two.
"This kind of power is something only I deserve, only I can possess! Heh heh heh, hahahaha!"
Kusaka Naoto's figure gradually vanished into the darkness. Along with his unpleasant laughter fading away, he left the underground base.
Kusaka Naoto did not see the changes taking place in the Demon Weapons he had cut apart.
Black liquid flowed from the severed ends of the Demon Weapons.
The temperature in the chamber also grew lower and lower, while frost spread across its walls.
The chill gradually spread beyond the chamber.
"Hm?"
Someone sleeping in a room suddenly frowned, shivered, and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.
Still sound asleep, he failed to notice the strange changes occurring in the underground base.
When the cold air spread into a room somewhat larger than the others,
the person resting inside opened his eyes. He sensed that something was wrong.
"The temperature is very low..."
It was not just that. There were other changes he could not yet understand.
The sixth sense honed through years of killing kept warning him. He immediately made his decision. "Leave this place!"
Although he had rarely taken action in recent