Sweating bullets now, aren't you, kid?!

"Try laying a hand on your grandpa!!!"

Kelly had only just reached out when the Manyullyn Cleaver on the table suddenly shouted.

And that shout wasn't the end of it. It even bizarrely retreated a short distance, dodging her reaching hand.

"This... huh!?"

To be honest, Kelly was stunned too. Her outstretched hand instinctively froze in midair.

"Master, save my sword life!"

Taking advantage of Kelly's stunned pause, the purple greatblade shamelessly floated into the air out of nowhere. With a flash, it immediately hid behind Fang Mo. "That bitch doesn't look like a good person. I think she wants to shatter me..."

"Huh?"

Kelly was completely dumbfounded. She stared at the Manyullyn Cleaver in astonishment. "This... a weapon can talk? How is that possible?"

"The weapon came to life!?"

"That's way too strange, isn't it?"

"So awesome... That weapon looks insanely powerful!"

In fact, it wasn't just Kelly. The nearby onlookers—Hekatonmar's residents and adventurers—were equally shocked by the scene.

Especially the adventurers who appeared to be Ghost Swordsmen. They looked down at the rusty Iron Swords or wooden sticks in their hands, then raised their heads to look at the Manyullyn Cleaver behind Fang Mo. Seeing its snow-bright, chilling blade, their eyes filled with longing and envy.

It was then that Fang Mo spoke.

"This is the Demonic Sword—Apophis."

He deliberately said in a calm tone, "As a demonic sword, it's perfectly normal for it to say a few words now and then..."

"Huh? What?"

But just as Fang Mo finished speaking, the Manyullyn Cleaver abruptly turned its blade. Its blunt tone carried a hint of confusion. "Master, isn't my name Manyullyn Cleaver? What's wrong, Master? Master, don't you remember me? I'm Little Cleaver, who's been with you through countless days and nights!"

"Little Cleaver my ass..."

Fang Mo's