With This Treasure, I Summon Primordial Weapons
Chapter 35: New Weapon

Chapter 35: New Weapon

[Your Primordial Arsenal Grows Stronger]

[Blackpearl has reached Tier 3]

[New Weapon added to your Arsenal: Blade of Judgment]

Godric wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and drew in a sharp breath as he stared at the lines of text before him.

He didn’t need to enter his Core Space to feel the change. A new feeling burned deeply inside of his abdomen, a connection he could reach for.

Godric dismissed Blackpearl and, focusing on that new connection, he called for his new summon.

The air in the private training room changed immediately. The ambient temperature didn’t drop, but the air pressure plummeted so hard his ears popped with a sharp crack.

Darkness gathered into his grip, coalescing not into shadow, but into solid, star-speckled obsidian steel. The blade was four times as thick as Blackpearl, and nearly twice as long.

Caught slightly off guard by its massive size, Godric had to grab the hilt with both hands to stop the weapon from dropping.

He looked down at the massive greatsword in his grasp and a moment later a small, half-translucent window materialised before his vision.

***

Summon: Blade of Judgement

Grade: Primordial

Tier: 1

Abilities: Last Judgement

Last Judgement Description: The weapon can momentarily exude the weight of a dying star.

***

The first thing that stole Godric’s attention, even before the weapon’s ability, was its tier.

Blackpearl had already reached the third tier, which also meant that he, as its summoner, had also reached it.

Normally, it was a pretty straightforward and easy-to-follow system. The summoner’s tier was equal to its summon’s.

But now, he had just received his second summon, and its tier was back to 1, while he himself was still at tier 3.

Then again, normally a person would only command a single beast, not summon weapons to fight with.

Explaining it as a characteristic unique to him, Godric’s gaze moved toward the weapon’s ability.

Last Judgement.

Being able to exude the weight of a dying star, as cool as it sounded, didn’t tell him much of what the sword could actually do.

That’s why, instead of dwelling on that brief description, he turned toward the test dummy.

It was made from reinforced metal woven with enough core fragments to copy the defences of an Elite Tier 3 beast. Strong enough to withstand continuous attacks from most students at the academy.

Godric took a couple of steps toward it, then, after shifting into a quick battle stance, he brought the sword up and activated its ability, bringing it down in a devastating swing.

BANG!

Steel crashed against steel with a deafening sound.

He didn’t even feel the resistance of the target cutting through. The reinforced alloy dummy didn’t just split, it shattered down the center, its core-infused internal framework destroyed in a single swing.

The weapon, however, didn’t stop there. It followed through and crashed onto the floor below. Godric tried to pull the strike, but despite his futile attempt, it cut through the matted floor before cracking the concrete below.

The entire room trembled from the impact.

Godric’s gaze shifted between the destroyed dummy and the floor, and he dismissed his new weapon.

’They’re not going to charge me for this... right?’

Scratching the back of his head, he decided the best form of action was to leave and pretend as if nothing happened.

The academy had enough spare money to deal with broken equipment. Unlike him, who still lived on the city’s outskirts.

Still, before he would leave the private confines of the training room, he still felt like he could consume one, maybe even two more core fragments. The burning sensation in his abdomen still persisted, but with each moment it felt a lot more manageable, and knowing that most beasts can devour around ten fragments per month, one more shouldn’t be an issue.

He drew in a couple of slow and deliberate breaths, trying to prepare himself for what’s to come as he summoned a single core fragment and ate it.

The moment the fragment dissolved, the agony returned.

Godric had hoped that maybe after the first core fragment, the sensation that followed would be a little different, but he was wrong.

He dropped to the ground all the same, going through the exact same order of excruciating pain until the feeling subsided once again and a new notification rang in his head.

[Your Primordial Arsenal Grows Stronger]

[Blade of Judgement has reached Tier 2]

Lying flat on his back and drawing in sharp, ragged breaths, he barely heard the notification. Pale, soaked in sweat, and feeling as though he had just survived a head-on collision with a freight train, he forced his eyelids open

’One per day...’ he thought to himself as he forced himself up, his body screaming in protest. ’One per day is the limit.’

Surprisingly, the fragment seemed to target his new summon instead of the old one. Or perhaps it had something to do with him still thinking about the weapon when he consumed the fragment. He couldn’t tell.

He was just about to step out of the training room when a soft, almost pleasant chime echoed from somewhere deep inside his pocket.

Godric paused midstep as he looked down and reached for the phone Raven had given him.

Unlocking the sleek glass screen, he blinked as he saw a new message from someone saved as ’Raven’ with a bright red heart next to the name.

He decided not to dwell on the naming just yet and clicked the notification to see what it was about.

The image loaded almost immediately.

It was a mirror selfie of Raven in the academy’s high-tier gym, her silver hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She was clad in a dark cropped top and form-fitting athletic leggings that highlighted her toned waist, glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

Beneath the photo, a single line of text read: "Wish a certain someone was here to spot me. These weights are starting to feel a little heavy..."