Next, he looked at the final note on the Sword of the World.
"This is the choice of the world!"
This sentence was quite intriguing. Clearly, the Sword of the World wasn't a reward for his legendary story, but something the world itself had forged and given him.
The world wasn't a lifeless entity; it possessed a certain level of awareness and instinct, at the very least the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.
But why would it choose to condense this sword from the world's power and give it to him? That question was rather thought-provoking.
"Is it because of the upcoming great calamity, or...?"
Sterl's eyes gleamed with light, and he eventually let out a faint smile.
If before he had been nothing more than a tiny ant or a mere pawn in the grand scheme, now he had grown to the point where he could leap out of the game—maybe even become the one moving the pieces.
