The Little Sword Spirit Did It!

The inner monologue of an antisocial sword spirit:

I am a sword spirit. On the surface, I'm the male lead's obedient, do-as-you're-told tool, but in reality, I'm a deeply hidden villain. In the end, the hero's group will throw me into a furnace, where my soul will be burned to ashes. That's what someone called Script told me.

I didn't believe it at first. But today, after spending centuries holed up in the Sword Tomb, I was adopted by the male lead. The pretty young woman in charge kindly advised him to choose another sword, but he wouldn't listen.

So I resolved to become an even more ordinary, useless sword than an ordinary sword. I wouldn't give the male lead even the tiniest buff, and I'd suck up his spiritual energy as much as I could. Until I had enough power to kill that bastard male lead with one strike, I absolutely would not show my face!

I never imagined the male lead wouldn't even bring me along when he fought. Instead, he leaves me on his bed and cuddles me to sleep every day. Even through my scabbard, this sword spirit is furious!

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One morning, the sword spirit said,