Transmigrated as a Ghost

Marcus recoiled and jumped back as his newly created scythe started pulsating and tendrils began sprouting out of it.

Suddenly it felt as if it was almost alive, and he was afraid that he might have somehow resurrected the Doomsday Worm into a new form.

In a flash the scythe’s glowing eye turned towards the crates of unused magic cores and began sending its tendrils toward them.

‘Not happening.’

Fearing what might occur should it eat these cores; Marcus got in the way and produced his mana barrier along with several defensive spells to block the tendrils.

Luckily, they were far weaker than what the monster’s original power, and he was easily able to block them.

His scythe though was not all too please by this and began floating up and tried to push past him.

However, it was at this point that Marcus remembered that a piece of his soul was fused with the scythe, and he held out his hand and focused.

“Stop!”

Obeying his command, the scythe completely froze, and when he willed it into his hand it came flying without any issue.

Now in his hand Marcus could better feel out the scythe he had created and found that it was not really alive, but just acting on some sort of instinct leftover form the Doomsday Worm to absorb the magic cores and grow stronger._.

‘You have received a new message!’

Hearing a sudden announcement in his head, Marcus was caught off guard.

The only time that notifications like this were announced was when they were sent directly by the administrator.

Opening up his status and going to his mail, he found the new message and promptly read it.

‘Looks like you managed to make one crazy weapon there. I never thought that anyone would use one of the cores from my doomsday monsters to make an item, but you seem to always defy expectations. Luckily you implanted a fragment of your soul along with it so that weapon will still obey you, but I recommend you not let anyone else use it unless you are around. Oh, and I went ahead and improved it a little for you when it received the system’s blessing. It now has all the powers that the Dread Burrower had, though not as strong, for now. These mixed pretty well with your own powers that your soul imbued within it. So, in light of that I even named it for you and have dubbed your new weapon the Dread Devourer. Good luck with it and try not to let it eat the entire world.

Sincerely, Your Favorite Administrator.’

After reading the initial letter that the administrator sent him, Marcus found that there was a detailed list of all of the powers his new scythe had that came about as an unexpected effect of mixing his soul with the core of the Doomsday Worm.

‘I created a real monster here.’ Marcus thought as he looked at his new weapon.

Like the Dread Burrower had been able to absorb the life out of living being to make itself stronger, so could his scythe. However, with the melding of his soul along with it, now it could also absorb souls thanks to his soul devour unique skill.

It was truly a weapon that was the stuff of nightmares, being able to completely consume the entirety of a living being.

‘As long as I keep ahold of it though it is not like it will go on a rampage. It is still a weapon, not a living being. If I wield it well it will not be any problem.’ Marcus thought to encourage himself.

Letting out a sigh of relief since while his weapon had what might be kind of evil abilities, it would nevertheless be very powerful for him to wield.

Taking it over to the leftover cores this time he allowed it to absorb them, and he felt their energy being stored in the scythe and making it stronger.

It was now a weapon that could grow infinitely so long as it was given materials to eat.

‘I suppose I should not show it to Thabon.’ Marcus thought while frowning.

He knew that his master would not approve of the weapon as he had placed a part of his soul in it. Along with the other nasty abilities it had.

Still, he did not plan on letting it eat anyone’s soul just as he refrained from using his soul devour unique skill after finding out how damaging it was.

So long as he fed it magic cores instead, it would still be able to increase in power without having to deal with the corruption that came with consuming souls.

‘Now instead of worrying about little things. It is time to test out how powerful this weapon is.’

Heading out to the castle’s training grounds Marcus found that in the past four days when he was making his scythe that the adamantine armor and weapons he had made were delivered to the castle.

Dozens of high-level knights all in the upper forties to mid-sixties who were some of the best in the kingdom were out training in their new gear.

When they saw Marcus running up to the training area, they abruptly stopped their drills and many of them stared in disbelief.

‘What is going on? I know that I am a bit famous, but they are looking at me like some sort of cryptid.’ Marcus thought seeing their expressions.

However, he quickly realized that it was not him specifically that they were all staring mesmerized at, but his scythe.

It was clearly not just made of amethros, but was a top tier weapon, and just the aura it exuded was overwhelmingly powerful.

For many of them this was there first time seeing an amethros weapon, and for those that had seen one in the past this was their first time seeing one recognized by the system.

Eventually the knight in charge of the training walked forward and addressed Marcus.

“You are Lady Irene Geist are you not?” He said wanting to confirm Marcus’ identity.

“Yeah, I am. I see that a lot of you are using the weapons and armor I made.” Marcus responded.

The knight then looked down at the scythe that Marcus was holding and asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“What might that in your hands be Lady Irene? I have never seen a weapon like it before.”

Holding up his scythe while smiling, Marcus answered the man’s question.

“This is my new weapon. I just finished making it and came out here to test it out. And seeing as how all of you are here testing your new weapons and armor, would you mind allowing me to join in on your training?”

After saying this Marcus placed his scythe on his shoulder and began looking at the knights as if he was picking out his prey.

Everyone around could sense the tension in the air, as not only Marcus, but his scythe was giving off a very dangerous feeling that every veteran knight here could feel.

Still, they had no reason to refuse and having the creator of a number of the weapons and armor they were using be present could allow them insight they normally would not get.

“That would be perfectly fine Lady Irene. I just ask that you please hold back with that weapon of yours. We would not want to have our new weapons and armor ruined so soon after getting them.” The lead knight said.

“Oh no need to worry about that. If I damage anything, I will repair it free of charge.”

Hearing this the knights gulped, because this was Marcus pretty much nicely refusing to go easy on them.

Just staring at his wicked looking scythe that seemed to be oozing an aura of oblivion of was enough to make even hardened knights wanted to run away and for good reason.

“Very well. I will be your partner first Lady Irene.” The lead knight said.

He knew that most of those training here today would stand no chance against Marcus and offered himself up first to at least allow the others to see how powerful Marcus really was.

Yet things did not go as he planned, and Marcus pointed to another half dozen knights.

“Actually, I would like to try fighting a group, so how about along with you, those six join in and you can all come at me at once.”

Looking back behind him at the other knights Marcus had pointed out, the leader could see that they were among some of the strongest here. All of them being at least level sixty.

And normally any opponent suddenly saying that they would take on seven knights level sixty or over would get on their nerves and cause them to say things like, “don’t look down on us”, or “underestimating us is going to get you hurt”, but not in this situation.

Marcus’ scythe alone was like a badge showing just how strong he was, and all the knights here knew what a powerful fighter he must be.

“Fine the seven of us will take you on at once.” The lead knight said agreeing to Marcus’ proposal.

“Zane, Dickory, Hardwin, Mauger, Raollin, and Samson! Come over here and get ready.”

Following their leader’s order, the six knights lines up on the training field and looked intently at Marcus.

Some of them were excited to be sparring against a powerful opponent, a couple were actually hoping to impress Marcus since as Irene he was certainly easy on the eyes and with his skills would be quite the catch. And one of them was shaking in fear not wanting to fight against Marcus, and especially his scythe.