Crimson That Pierced the Night

The story began with their encounter outside Star City.

One man and one blade, harboring the same goal, chose to merge flesh and blood.

In the Demon Blade's eyes, he was the only wielder it had ever encountered whose will was even firmer than its own.

The ocean of Negative Emotions suppressed deep within his heart seemed capable of effortlessly crushing his frail body at any moment. The Demon Blade had nearly suffered a mental collapse merely from peering into one corner of that ocean.

It could not imagine why this seemingly ordinary lifeform could so calmly bear such an unimaginable burden.

When his memories flooded into its mind, the Demon Blade was utterly shaken by the scenes it saw.

Countless instances of helplessness and failure, so many lingering regrets from dreams of past lives—yet he had never given up. He resolutely shouldered responsibilities that had never belonged to him and chose to become humanity's guide in every life.

How many times had his body aged until his hair turned white, while the love for humanity in his eyes remained unchanged?

Even knowing that every restart brought only fleeting glory and that the story's ending would inevitably descend into darkness, he still looked forward to starting it all over again.

Stepping over countless failed versions of himself, he had found the courage to start anew every time.

The Negative Emotions born from failure were like bone-scraping steel blades, leaving him covered in wounds.

Each time he returned to the reality line, he merely licked his wounds in silence, then rose with a smile and continued onward.

Their first meeting had already left a profound impression on the Demon Blade.

It had seen a warrior who truly could not be defeated. Though he possessed no immortal, invincible body, he had an