Genius Noble With System
Chapter 306: Broken Sword Fragment

Chapter 306: Broken Sword Fragment

But how is it possible? Didn’t a natural sword born in chaos also have sword rules? Otherwise, what would make the sword special if it didn’t contain sword rules? Would it even be considered a sword?

The First Sword’s eyes, deep like the abyss, shimmered with an ancient light. For the first time, he showed a hint of admiration.

"Sharp."

He paused for a moment, then continued, his tone carrying the weight of an unfathomable truth.

"I was not born with the sword rule. I was born as the first manifestation of the sword itself. At that time, there were no rules—no concepts, no techniques, no limits."

His fingers tightened on his sword. The implications of those words sent ripples through his mind.

"The sword rule... came later?" he murmured.

The First Sword nodded.

"Sword rules are a limitation imposed upon something that was once limitless. They refine, define, and constrain the path of the sword.

Before he could think anything more, the first sword stopped voice rang again.

"You didn’t have to think much, as you will understand everything later. Now show me your sword rule."

He hesitated for a second, but he quickly let go of his thoughts, as with the strength of the mysterious first sword, if it wanted to harm him, he could not stop it at all.

Apollo exhaled lightly, his grip steadying. Immediately his Eternal Sword Rule surged, expanding around him like an unshackled storm of pure sword essence.

The mysterious and powerful eternal sword rule covered the surroundings, and the calm sword rule around started to tremble, surprising the first sword.

As the power here on the 999th step wasn’t something that the first-layer sword rule could interfere with, the right Apollo eternal sword rule was making the sword rule here agitated.

The First Sword’s gaze sharpened. His ancient, unreadable eyes flickered with intrigue.

"Interesting." His voice carried a hint of amusement.

Apollo’s Eternal Sword Rule spread further, the resonance growing stronger. The sword essence embedded within the Celestial Sword Monolith itself trembled, as if answering an unseen call.

This reaction—this disturbance—was beyond logic.

A first-layer Eternal Sword Rule had no right to influence the foundation of the highest step.

And yet—

It did.

"It really is special. Looks like the world finally came true."

As the mysterious first sword said, the agitated sword rule in the surrounding calmed down, and he slowly raised his hand and seemed to feel the Eternal Sword aura.

He watched as the First Sword’s fingers traced through the air, his touch seemingly feeling something beyond sight. The resonance between his Eternal Sword Rule and the monolith did not disappear—it simply settled, as if obeying the presence of something far older, far more ancient.

Even he felt the Eternal Sword rule seemed too friendly towards the First Sword. It was something that never happened since he understood sword aura. From the beginning, it was like otherworldly; nothing came close to it, not even other rules, yet it showed differently right now.

Apollo narrowed his eyes, observing the interaction with silent contemplation.

The Eternal Sword Rule, which had always been unreachable, untouchable, something that even he could barely control despite wielding it—

Now, it stirred willingly in response to the First Sword’s presence.

It was subtle yet undeniable.

A ripple in the vast ocean of sword essence.

The First Sword lowered his hand, his gaze carrying a knowing depth. "So it has finally appeared," he murmured. "Meaning, the time has come."

"The time?"

Something about the First Sword’s words carried a weight far beyond this moment—beyond even this place.

As if the very foundation of the Celestial Sword Monolith had been waiting for this precise instant.

He wanted to ask what he meant by this, but before he could say, the entire Celestial Sword Monolith trembled, and then a small energy burst from him and the small sword fragment that he bought in auction at Void Astral Station seemed to come out on its own, floating right in front of him.

Apollo’s eyes flickered with shock, wanting to know what was going on.

The small sword fragment trembled—as if it had a will of its own.

A thin, almost imperceptible hum echoed through the Celestial Sword Monolith, resonating with the fragment.

The First Sword’s gaze lingered on the ancient shard, his expression unreadable. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hand—fingers outstretched toward the fragment.

The moment his fingertips brushed against it—

BOOOM!

A massive shockwave erupted, sending out ripples of sword essence that shook the entire monolith from the first step to the highest.

From the massive Sword monolith, a mysterious and powerful energy burst out and started to merge with the sword fragment.

The moment the mysterious energy burst from the Celestial Sword Monolith, it surged toward the floating sword fragment, wrapping around it like a tide drawn to its source.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed as he sensed an ancient will within the energy—a force far beyond anything he had encountered before.

The sword fragment trembled violently, its once dull and broken form now pulsating with a brilliance that felt both familiar and foreign.

The First Sword remained motionless, watching as the merging process unfolded. His expression was calm, but within his eyes, an unfathomable depth of understanding and expectation flickered.

He felt a strange connection form between himself, the sword fragment, and the Celestial Sword Monolith.

Then—

BOOOOM!

A blinding explosion of pure sword light engulfed the space.

A phantom sword shadow emerged within the glow, its presence suffused with an aura that sent shivers down Apollo’s spine.

His eyes flickered with sharp focus.

The broken fragment that had once been nothing more than a mysterious relic was now transforming before his eyes.

Crack! Crack!

The fractured edges mended themselves, molten streams of sword essence weaving the gaps together. It was as if time was reversing, undoing the damage done countless eons ago.

And then—

A new sword emerged.

Its form was perfect, neither extravagant nor overly ornate, yet it carried an aura that felt boundless, eternal—a presence identical to the First Sword and the other sword lifeforms he just had encountered.

It was alive.

The First Sword’s gaze deepened, a glimmer of recognition flashing within.