"So, can this blackening phase of mine even be cured?" Hearing my question, our surroundings became silent once again before I suddenly heard the sword letting out a long sigh.[๐๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ...] He spoke. [๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ด...]When I heard him say his next word, I unconsciously swallowed my saliva as I suddenly felt cold chills running down my spine.[...Is for you to be killed.]Taken aback from his answer, I repeated what he said, turning it into a question. "For me to be killed?..." I asked.Then, with a short pause, the sword answered, [Yes. Slowly, your mind will be corrupted by this 'blackening' until you turned into a psychopathic person who kills however he wants to... or explode.]When I heard this... Welp, I'm screwed.๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ, ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ
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