Ever since he had met Raven 12345, Hao Ren had known that this goddess nutcase could scare the piss out of people without even trying. If other pretty girls could make your eyes light up just by opening their mouths, this goddess nutcase was absolutely the sort who could make everything go black with a single cough—and right now, one sentence from Raven 12345 had made Hao Ren's vision go black. It took several seconds for him to recover.
"Holy crap?!" Hao Ren instinctively tried to throw away the dark longsword as if he were holding a red-hot iron rod. "Are you kidding me?! I'd have to get Lily to kick me in the head before I'd carry this cursed thing around!"
Yet just as Hao Ren was about to throw the sword away, Raven 12345 forcibly grabbed his hand. The goddess nutcase wore an inscrutable smile. "No. You need to carry it with you. You must carry it with you."
"Why?" At first, Hao Ren thought Goddess Sister had forgotten to take her medicine and that her brain had gotten even worse. Only then did he realize that she seemed serious—and that there was a deeper meaning behind her words.
"Because this sword once slew a god. Its karmic entanglement with the Creation Goddess surpasses that of every other sample you've found so far. Unless you can find something even more outrageous, this sword is the only thing that can lead you to the Founding Star." Raven 12345 looked into Hao Ren's eyes. "I can sense it. Though I can't see through this faint web of information, I can still sense that the connection between this sword and the Creation Goddess hasn't been severed. I can't enter the Dream Plane, so you'll have to complete this rather difficult task