Legacy System: Rise Of The Richest Man

LS: 32

“The ancient sword of Muzez Kingdom!”

One of the soldiers exclaimed, staring at the sword with eyes that shone with interest and reverence. The other soldiers had similar expressions on their faces, making the hero question just what lore lay behind the sword in the wizard’s grasp.

King Julian took the sword from the wizard. The king stared at the sword with a gentle smile, as though reminiscing sweet old times.

“This sword was forged by a great blacksmith during the reign of my great-grandfather and in the time of the First Great War. With this sword, he slaughtered hundreds of mighty men and brought glory back to our kingdom. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it never fails to fulfill the purpose it was made.”

As he narrated the lore of the magnificent weapon, the smile on his face widened.

The soldiers’ expressions also brightened with reverence. They felt honored to stand in the presence of a royal treasure—one that only a few were fortunate to set eyes on in their lifetimes. This was the first time all of them, except the wizard, had seen the ancient heirloom.

King Julian turned to William with a bright smile, handing the weapon over to him.

William was touched, he could not believe that the king would entrust him with such a treasure.

“This is very important to your kingdom. You should keep it.”

Even though he admired the weapon, he politely rejected it.

“The weapon has always been wielded by those who are worthy. During my father’s time, a legendary knight wielded it in battle—and even he is inferior to you. You are more than worthy to have this weapon.”

King Julian persuaded the hero with a calm smile.

William stared at the sword for a few seconds before stretching out his hands to grab it.

[ New weapon obtained — Ancient Sword Of Muzez Kingdom ]

As he held the guard of the weapon, William felt warmth in his heart. His eyes shone with brilliance as he gazed at the sharp blade of the ancient weapon. In that instant, an abrupt connection formed between the hero and the relic.

The soldiers observed the scene, emotions radiating in their eyes. Some even began shedding tears of pure awe.

The captain was all smiles, he was immensely glad that his master now wielded the sword he had long dreamed of possessing.

“No swordsman as great as you has ever graced our world. Only you are worthy of this weapon.”

The captain spoke with heartfelt emotion.

William thanked everyone for their trust and promised not to fail them in the coming battle.

The crew did not doubt his promise.

King Julian, concerned for the hero’s well-being, also handed him a new set of clothing to replace his torn uniform.

The mood over the gathering was gentle and pure—peaceful enough to let their minds wander from the trials before them.

In the glow of the moment, a brief meal was prepared and served, replenishing the energy they had spent thus far.

Three hours passed swiftly, and the crew, now rested, journeyed cautiously through the tunnel.

William strode at the front, dressed in striking new attire: a flowing emerald-green over-robe layered atop a tailored black robe and matching pants. A sturdy black sheath was securely strapped around his waist, its compartment holding the ancient sword.

William no longer appeared like a young highschooler. His presence had transformed into that of an esteemed adventurer. The sword at his side made him look like a powerful wanderer on a world-changing quest.

He looked even more mysterious than Osborne, cloaked in his wizard’s robe.

William felt warmth in his heart. Back on Earth, it is a popular fantasy to one day wield a sword, don ancient medieval clothing, and embark on a mysterious journey to save the world.

William was thrilled to live such a fantasy. Unlike protagonists in those novels, he could return home stronger and richer. In other words, he would fulfill his desires in both the fantasy world and the real world.

A warm smile appeared on his face as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings. He spotted yet another spot with magical scripts, and the wizard copied them into his scroll before the crew resumed their journey.

They ventured for hours, delving deeper into the tunnel—so far, no abnormality had attacked. They had found more magical scripts, the putrid smell had gotten fainter and more inhalable, and the ominous sounds had grown way louder.

At the moment, the crew had already spotted the end of the tunnel.

The tunnel caved into a tough, rocky end—not an exit—which caused the crew to worry when they first saw it.

But they continued on their path with hope in their hearts that a way would appear to make it to the other side, either through William’s strength or the magical scripts gathered by the wizard.

Currently, they were just about thirty minutes away from reaching the dead end.

The expression on their faces, though bright, carried a hint of worry—what if it truly was a dead end? The hours they had spent in the tunnel would be for naught, and they would have to climb the dangerous mountain where countless dangers lurked.

While William would love to engage more monsters to obtain experience points, he was not foolish enough to wish for a dead end. He wanted to cross to the other side as soon as he could and complete the entire mission.

Thirty minutes passed like a walk in the park, and they arrived before the dead end.

Up close, they realized that the noise that had tormented them earlier was coming from this dead end, almost as though something moved within it. It was deeply mysterious.

The surface was rough and rocky, nothing about it seemed magical.

Questioning murmurs rippled among the soldiers.