Who Told Me to Be a Magic Sword?

The main content is based on the hosts trained by the magic sword. An imaginary world with dynasty changes, grievances and mysterious Taoism ———— Unserious version: I am a magic sword, a magic sword with self-awareness that feeds on despair and takes pleasure in killing. When I woke up from the bloody mud of the ancient battlefield, I knew that I was destined to become the bane of the era. I have no arms or legs and cannot move, but I have endless years and a "heart" that is passionate about watching theater. "You still have to have dreams - so that when you fall into the gutter, it will be loud enough."​ "Support every dream and respect the fate of the sword master." … Serious version Awakening from the abyss of the ancient battlefield filled with blood and mud, his consciousness was like a gangrene attached to his bones, wrapped around his body of cold black iron. I am not a living being, I have no desires of flesh and blood, only eternal time and a touch of... Interest in watching. I look for the bottom. A soul soaked in despair, gnawed by hatred, and choked by fate. I give them the power to swallow up their resentment and nourish my body; to twist their minds and ignite the fire of destruction. They cling to me, seeing me as a ladder to heaven and a light of salvation. What a fallacy. I am just a spectator. Watch the ants struggling in the mud, watch the sparks burn into prairie fires, watch the glory collapse at its peak and fall into dust. Generation after generation, one after another. Glory, fall. Struggle, silence. This is my feast, the drama of endless reincarnation. ——After all, who told me to be a magic sword?