An Yi used to live a carefree life, spending five hours a day playing ranked matches and grinding mobile games until his kidneys nearly gave out.
But his peaceful life came to an abrupt end when an accident sent him transmigrating to the Nasuverse, five thousand years in the past.
This was an era where gods roamed everywhere and divine beasts were less than dogs.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
An Yi discovered that he had transmigrated into the champion he’d last used in a ranked match.
The Darkin Blade, Aatrox.
He had become a sword.
“A demonic blade that devours anyone it chooses? You’re worthy of becoming my treasure,” said the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, looking down at An Yi.
“Why do we, as weapons, possess minds of our own?” Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven, mused beside An Yi as he gazed up at the morning star.
“If you draw me, will I have the power to surpass my father?” On the sword mound at Camlann, the bloodstained knight Mordred gripped the red demonic blade.
The Darkin Blade, transmigrated to the Nasuverse, seems to have sparked an extraordinary clash with this world.
