Chapter 592: Opportunity (1)
Chapter 592: Opportunity (1)
Translator: _Leo_ Editor: Kurisu
In a large forest with countless vibrant green trees, there was a tall yellow mountain that looked like a piece of a cake standing among the trees, its tip surrounded by white mist.
The top of the mountain was flat and covered with green moss.
*WOO*
Something soared through the gray sky.
On the far side of the mountain, a dark-red crossguard sword was falling. The sword rotated like a red wheel and stabbed into the mountain.
*CLANK*
With a noise, half of the blade stabbed into the ground. The handle of the sword that remained above looked like a strange scorpion with a red body.
Suddenly, the blade trembled and a red dot was released from the tip of the handle, quickly disappearing in the sky.
Time slowly passed and the season changed. A thick layer of snow covered the surface of the mountain; the snow melted after the spring came, but the mountain was covered again the next winter.
*Ka-ta Ka-ta*
The wind was blowing, the trees and the ground were all covered by the snow.
On the cliff, someone was walking on the snow at a steady pace.
Several minutes later, an old man with white hair appeared beside the sword. He was carrying a basket on his back, which was filled up with herbs.
"Why is there a sword here?" He walked to the dark-red crossguard sword and crouched. "This is the Herb Mountain, why would someone with a sword climb this mountain? Maybe it's the Mountaineers…" the old man muttered. He noticed that the surface of the crossguard sword and the handle were covered with rust and moss.
He grabbed the handle and tried to pull it out of the ground.
Then, the old man shook his head and said, "That's deep… Strange…"
He was speaking in the Chaos language.
He hesitated and looked at the sword for a while. However, it was getting dark, and the old man decided to leave.
Time passed.
Ten days later. It was a morning with bright sunlight.
There were four people climbing the mountain. One of them was the old man that approached the sword before. The other three were teenagers that varied in gender but were all wearing tight green outfits.
"Matt, is this the area where you found the sword?" a young girl asked.
"It's right there. Go take a look." The old man pointed at the red sword by the cliff.
The three teenagers cheered and rushed toward the strange sword on the ground.
They surrounded the sword and tried to dig it out of the ground using shovels and such. However, nothing worked—the area around the sword was extremely hard and they could barely stab their shovels into the ground. It seemed like metal tools were not good enough for that.
"Someone probably stabbed the sword into the ground intentionally after reading some strange novels. Let's just head back, there's no point digging it out…"
"True, it doesn't look like an old sword. Someone probably crafted it recently and put it here as a joke."
Two young men and a young woman only managed to dig some of the mud out. They got impatient as it got dark, so they decided to leave.
Many other people heard about the rumor and visited the sword; they all tried to dig or pull it out, but none succeeded.
Years passed.
The red sword was coated with a thick layer of dust, which turned into a sheath. The sheath was getting thicker and thicker as time went.
The metal part of the sword was covered by the sheath made of mud and dust. It looked like a sword-shaped brown stone pillar.
The surface of the stone pillar was covered with thick green moss and there were even flowers growing from it.
People treated it like a tourist attraction and kept visiting it.
However, several years later, people lost their interest and stopped coming.
The sword-shaped stone pillar turned from a rumor into a legend and was forgotten by people.
No one visited the stone pillar after that. But the stone pillar was still getting thicker. Several years later, the pillar lost its sword-like shape and just looked like a normal stone pillar.