I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 156: The Blade That Waits

For a moment, it didn't feel like war. Or trials. Or secrets.

Just a bunch of kids... trying to survive.

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Later on, Victor left the cafeteria with a full stomach and a slightly less tangled set of emotions. He had spent enough time socializing for the day. Now it was time to get something he should've handled since he first arrived at the Academy—his custom weapon.

Warrior-class awakened like him didn't just walk around empty-handed. Weapons were as essential as breathing. For Victor, there was only one blade he had in mind.

The memory was still vivid—the eerie silence of the final floor of the crazy castle during the Academy screening, his hand wrapping around the hilt of an ancient blade resting in an exalted platform... and the pull that felt more spiritual than physical.

He remembered how the moment he drew it, a burst of power surged through him, even if only for a few moments.

One of the officials had mentioned he couldn't claim it then and there but that it would be reserved within the Academy. That sword was what Victor had come for.

He walked into the Weapon Allocation Unit.

It was a structure with crystalline floors and floating armory racks, housing blades, hammers, staffs, and more—all organized by class and sub-rank.

A woman behind a curved desk lifted her head as Victor approached. Her badge identified her as Aide Vesska.

"Name?" she questioned while skimming through a digital pad.

"Victor Revenant Josiah," he stated then quickly added, "I'm looking for a specific sword. During the final floor of the screening castle, I pulled it out of a platform and an official told me I'd have to claim it from the Academy if I wanted it to officially be mine. It's a five-foot-long sword that somewhat discharges electric. Reddish hilt..."

Vesska paused as her brows raised slightly. "Ah... I see. That sword."

"You know it?"

"Of course," she nodded. "That blade was once wielded by General Myrion Steelvein, a legendary Warrior-class awakened who fought during the First Surge."

Victor's eyes narrowed. "Uhm no... It belonged to General Darius Stormrend. The greatest warrior awakened who singlehanded saved millions of lives during the first surge."

Vesska gave him a faint smile and stated; "You pass. Now you're eligible."

"That was a test?" Victor questioned with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

Veska nodded softly. "It's a rare weapon. Not just anyone can claim it especially if they know little to nothing about it's history."

"Then, can I have it?" Victor voiced with an ecstatic tone.

Vesska tapped her screen. "Not quite yet."

"But you just said I was eligible..."

"Weapons like that are termed legacies. Most of the major classes have one or two in their archives. They carry the remnant mana of their original wielder, and sometimes even faint memories or combat instincts. However..."

She leaned forward.

"Academy protocol requires anyone who wishes to wield a legacy weapon to compete for it. You passed the first stage to become eligible, now you have to pass the second."

Victor sighed. "Let me guess. Competition?"

Vesska nodded. "A month from now. You'll have to prove you're compatible and worthy of bearing its legacy."

"Fine. I'll register."

"There's a booth on the eastern wing for weapon legacy trials. Registration's ongoing. And be warned—others are already gunning for that blade."

Victor thanked her and made his way toward the eastern wing of the Weapon Allocation Unit.

It was a long hallway filled with applicants being led to a massive registration booth where students stood in queues by class—Warrior, Mage, Summoner, Necromancer, Assassin, Healer.

He joined the Warrior line while scanning the competition.

That's when he noticed a particular figure...

A girl with pale green skin stood a few spots ahead. She had no eyebrows, no eyelashes, and not a single strand of hair on her smooth, oddly ethereal head.

Her gaze was deep and unreadable, with glowing amber eyes that seemed to pierce through dimensions.

She didn't speak, didn't shift, didn't blink. But raw and condensed mana—clung to her like a second skin and swirled gently around her with every breath she took.

Victor's eyes narrowed. Despite being unable to sense mana, he could feel her power.

It wasn't just strong. It was immense. The kind of strength that turned crowds silent. Even the energy signature around her made his internal qi resonate faintly.

The others noticed too. Whispers flowed through the line.

"Is that her?"

"Yeah. That's Elyra Vorn."

"The S-ranked first year. I heard she crippled a teacher during sparring assessment."

"They say she's not fully human. The rumors say her parents made some kind of pact with the Devil. That's why her mana is so wild."

Victor swallowed upon hearing the whispers.

'Please be a Mage,' he thought.

As if fate wanted to mess with him, Elyra stepped forward and placed her palm on the Warrior sigil.

[ Registration Confirmed: Elyra Vorn – Warrior Class – S Rank ]

Several students behind her quietly stepped out of line.

"I'm not doing this," one muttered.

"Why even try? She'll wipe the floor with us."

Victor stayed.

As Elyra glanced back at those remaining, their eyes met briefly.

She didn't sneer. Didn't smile or display any shift in expression.

She just looked at him.

Victor met her gaze with calmly unlike the others around him.

After a while, she looked away and walked out of the vicinity.

Soon, Victor's turn came.

He proceeded to place his hand on the Warrior sigil.

[ Registration Confirmed: Victor Revenant Josiah – Warrior Class – B Rank ]