The Magic Sword of Another World Can't Be This Boring

Other demon swords are all called Apophis, but my name is Apophisith.

Other weapons can all be enchanted, decked out in dazzling colors and looking incredibly cool, with sky-high style. But enchantment runes shatter the moment I touch them.

Other weapons all give their wielders powerful buffs, but anyone who dares to wield me starts losing health, until even their own mother wouldn't recognize them.

Apophisith once again watches helplessly as the person holding her coughs up blood, staggers, and collapses on the ground, unable to get back up. She feels utterly helpless, as if ten thousand mud horses are stampeding through her heart.

Can't we all just get along and have fun together?