When I looked at the five-centimeter long broken blade in my hand, I suddenly felt as though I was being ⓡⓐⓟⓔⓓ, nonono, it’s more like I am currently being ⓡⓐⓟⓔⓓ.

But I thought of something else straight away. Just who was my ancestor? He was but an existence even gods wouldn’t dare to provoke. Was he trying to fool me with this ‘toy’? Could it be that the appearance of the broken sword was meant to confuse the enemy and it was actually a magic sword that would extend to twenty meters when infused with mana?

That’s right, that must be it! If the great ancestor scam a younger generation like me, then his prestige would be totally ruined no matter how hard he tried to maintain it.

Just in case, I still tried asking a little.

“Um… great ancestor, may I ask you a question?”

“Thou may ask.”

I positioned the broken sword in front of the great ancestor and asked with slight hope, “Why is this divine weapon only five centimeters long?”

The great ancestor looked at the broken sword with a serious expression. After a moment of recollection, he looked like he had recalled something very important as he confessed, “Oh~ I almost forgot. This sword was broken in a battle with my old nemesis… Now that I think about it, that guy was really strong. He actually fought with me seven days, seven nights straight. Of course, he was still defeated by me in the end. But for someone to last that long against me, there are no more than twenty such individuals even if you search through tens of thousands of worlds. When you mentioned him, you can’t help but think about that other nemesis of mine, he was also…”

I suddenly felt like, instead of simply getting ⓡⓐⓟⓔⓓ, I was getting ⓖ@ⓝⓖⓑ@ⓝⓖⓔⓓ by a group of alpacas1 instead. Those alpacas were just like poodle dogs in heat, they looked so innocent on the outside, but they were doing unspeakable things to my weak and immature body.

I’m gonna ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— you and ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— ⓑⓔⓔⓟ—, you actually forgot about something that important, you mother ⓕⓤⓒⓚⓔⓡ.

And who cares about your ⓑⓔⓔⓟⓘⓝⓖ history?! Even if you guys are not fighting but having ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— for seven days and seven nights, I don’t give a damn, I only care about what to do with my broken divine weapon…!

What to do!!

What to do!!!

It’s important so I have to say it three times!!

Perhaps he saw through my dissatisfaction, the great ancestor sneered and said, “Ignorant brat, listen here. Even though this divine weapon is broken, it is still essentially a divine weapon. It contained a divine law within its blade.”

“D- divine Law…?” The same level as the law that retarded goddess cast on me? The one that would strike me with lightning when I ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— my ⓑⓔⓔⓟ—, or when I say words like ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— ⓑⓔⓔⓟ— ⓑⓔⓔⓟ—?

When I thought about it that way, it wasn’t that bad? I just didn’t know what kind of law it was.

“That’s right, this sword has a law that ignores any defense. Although it has broken and lost its effectiveness on entities above the level of God, it should still work on those below the ranks of deities. No matter how thick is their skin or what kind of magic they used to defend, you can still easily stab them with this broken sword. If I remember correctly, there shouldn’t be any God in this world. That is to say, nobody can stop your attack!”

I- is this sword really that awesome?

Wait a minute, something sounds fishy…

The huge body of the dragons surfaced in my mind, then I looked at the 5-centimeter sword again.

“Nobody can defend against my attack, but what happens if I stab them with my sword?”

“What did you say?”

“In other words, are there any aftereffects? Such as certain kill, or maybe a lethal poison coated on the sword blade, etc.?”

“Hmph!” The great ancestor sneered again, “With my power, why do I need additional effects on my sword? You should know that when this sword was still two hundred meters long, anyone I stabbed would be dead. Even that old nemesis I previously told you about, he also didn’t dare to let me deliver a clean blow to his body.”

You still remembered it was two hundred meters?! Who in their right mind would let you stab them with a two hundred meters sword! More importantly, why are there only five centimeters left of the two hundred meters sword? You tell me where did that 199.95 meters go to!

I looked at the five-centimeter broken sword in my hand with dry tears, thinking that I still got scammed by the great ancestor in the end…

“It’s only five centimeters long, I bet it couldn’t even kill a human that’s slightly on the chubby side,” I accidentally let slip my true thoughts.

“If thou thrust the sword hilt into their body as well, I can guarantee no humans would remain alive.”

It would be stranger if that’s possible! Why don’t you demonstrate it to me?

Perhaps the great ancestor also felt that was unreasonable, he coughed dryly twice, “In any case, it is fortunate that this sword is still a divine weapon, it has a self-repair function. As long as thou can find the other broken pieces of blades, it can still restore to its former glory.”

Even at its former glory, it only relies on its length to stab the others to death right?

But that’s still better than nothing. Two hundred meters is still much better than 5 centimeters. At least the gift from great ancestor wouldn’t go to waste.

“Where can I find the fragments?”

After pondering for a bit, the great ancestor said confidently, “It is definitely in this world.”

That’s the same as not answering! Can’t you be a little more reliable as the elder?

“How can I find it with no specific location?”

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“Don’t worry,” the great ancestor had an expression that says just leave everything to me and I will give you a favorable answer: “Even if you try to find it randomly, there is surely a probability of finding a few fragments. After all, it had been shattered into hundreds of pieces.”

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

I knew from the beginning that you were just a fraudster!