The Sword Devours the Three Realms

Others transmigrate and turn their fates around, ruling the world. I transmigrated and became a sword, stuck in the mud. The System cannot talk. It only displays a status screen. I have to figure things out for myself: make whoever picks up the sword kill monsters so I can collect the experience. Change owners. Kill again. Wipe them out. Change owners. Kill again. Wipe them out. The Three Realms gave me a name: Demon Sword. Whoever wields me can grow stronger. Whoever wields me is doomed to die. After countless hardships, swordmasters come and go like water. From a low-grade magical weapon buried in the muck of a sword graveyard to the pinnacle of the Three Realms. With a devouring System, I evolve from zero and consume even immortals and gods. All I want to say is this: swords are neither divine nor demonic. The real demon is the greed in people’s hearts. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.