novelraw Chapter 75: The Legend
Chapter 75: The Legend
Just as Leon stood there gripping the watermelon knife, questioning his life choices, the repelling force covering the stone pillar altar suddenly vanished. Abigail was the first to notice. She hurried over to Leon, scanning him up and down.
“You okay?”
“Nope,” Leon replied grimly.
“Huh? Then let’s hurry back to Harvey. He’s a great doctor, he should be able to help you.” Abigail’s face went pale. She grabbed Leon’s arm, ready to pull him away.
“It’s not my body that’s hurt—it’s my pride.” Seeing Abigail genuinely panicked, Leon quickly clarified.
Abigail realized she’d been played. She gave Leon a light punch to the chest—not enough to hurt, but plenty to express her irritation.
Only then did she notice the strange knife in Leon’s hand. “What is this? And what just happened?”
“I took out a Prismatic Shard. Then it turned into… this. That’s pretty much it.” Leon looked bitterly at the watermelon knife as he answered.
“I see… well, that whole scene scared me. I thought you’d triggered some kind of trap. Still, these stone pillars are pretty amazing, having a function like that. Did you already know about it?”
Leon didn’t answer her barrage of questions. He just stared at the Galaxy Watermelon Knife in a daze.“So the legend is real. This must be Yoba’s Crafting Altar! This is a huge discovery.”
It wasn’t just Abigail who had come over. Sandy and Emily had also walked up to inspect the Galaxy Watermelon Knife in Leon’s hand. The one who spoke was Emily.
“What do you mean?” Leon asked, puzzled by Emily’s tone.
Emily spoke slowly. “According to legend, Yoba was a farmer, a blacksmith, a herder, a craftsman—he was the creator of all professions. In his role as a blacksmith, he would pluck twinkling stars from the sky and forge them into all kinds of weapons on his altar.”
“And he passed this method down to his faithful. As long as a follower obtained a fragment of a star, they could come to Yoba’s altar and, following their own battle will, forge a weapon uniquely suited to them.”
Emily pointed at the knife in Leon’s hand. “I always thought it was just a story. But judging from what happened to you, the legend might not be entirely fictional. The Prismatic Shard is a fragment of a star. You brought it to this altar, followed your battle will, and forged it into a weapon that matched your vision. Everything fits the legend.”
“Does the legend say anything about reforging a weapon made from a star fragment?” Leon asked quickly.
“Not really. In the original tale, each person could only forge one weapon at Yoba’s altar. That weapon would be their lifelong companion. There’s no mention of reforging.” Emily shook her head.
“So you’re saying… this watermelon knife was made according to my will?” Leon felt his composure slipping. Was his so-called battle will really a watermelon knife?
“Probably.” Emily tried to comfort him, though she sounded unsure. “It actually looks pretty cool. And sharp, too.”
Leon could only cover his face. Emily’s words made it clear—there was no returning or exchanging this Galaxy Watermelon Knife. Just like in the game, you could only receive the Galaxy Sword the first time you offered a Prismatic Shard at the stone pillar altar. Bringing another shard later did nothing.
Of course, in the game there were other ways to get Galaxy weapons—like buying them at the Adventurer’s Guild near the mines. He wondered if the real-life Adventurer’s Guild sold them too.
Abigail patted his shoulder. “This is a weapon forged from the stars, tied to a legend. Leon, you shouldn’t dislike how it looks. It’s the weapon that suits you best.”
“Then why don’t I give it to you? Do you want it?” Leon shot back, rolling his eyes.
“Of course I do.” Abigail nodded without hesitation. “It’s a legendary weapon made at Yoba’s altar—why wouldn’t I?”
“Forget it. It doesn’t match your vibe.” Just picturing Abigail wielding a watermelon knife made Leon shiver. The style clash was too much.
“Hmph.” Abigail snorted and dropped the matter.
Emily, however, was gazing at the three stone pillars. “If others found out this was Yoba’s altar, this place would be swarmed.”
“I think we should keep this a secret. Do you all agree?” Sandy, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke.
“Sandy, you don’t want to use this information to draw more customers to the Oasis Store?” Emily asked, surprised.
“No. That would make things too noisy. And honestly, I like it the way it is now. This oasis is one of the few refuges in the Calico Desert. I’d rather have visitors who come to sightsee than greedy adventurers and zealous followers. If people knew this was Yoba’s altar, I can’t imagine what would happen to this peaceful place.”
Emily thought for a moment and nodded. “True. If word got out, we might not get prosperity—we’d get disaster.”
“I’m fine with that,” Abigail said. She didn’t fully grasp their concerns, but she didn’t want the news spreading either. She planned to get a Prismatic Shard herself one day and forge her own weapon. If too many people knew, it wouldn’t feel special.
“Same here,” Leon agreed. He wasn’t thinking about secrecy—he just didn’t want to deal with the hassle. He was still reeling from the fact that his battle will had manifested as a watermelon knife.
Seeing everyone in agreement, Sandy relaxed. She raised her hand with a smile. “Alright then. We’ve witnessed Yoba’s miracle and learned more of the oasis’s secrets. This trip has been fruitful. To celebrate Leon’s acquisition of a legendary weapon forged from a star fragment, let’s go back and have a barbecue!”
“Sounds good.”
Emily and Abigail had no objections, and Leon glanced at Sandy before giving a small nod.