Opening my eyes again was the last thing I expected to happen. Considering I had a knife in my chest before I last closed them.

The first thought that crossed my mind was that they somehow managed to catch the act and save me.

I quickly dispelled that thought as I looked around. I saw nothing but darkness ,I couldn't even tell if I had eyes.

After a few minutes ,at least I think it was a few minutes. I lost count along the way. Anyways ,I felt something grip me. I soon gained vision of my surroundings and realized something.

I'm a sword. A frickin' SWORD. Not even a cool one. I was a basic ass sword with a metal handle and an iron blade.

I couldn't even tell what metal my handle was made of ,all I could focus on was the fact that I was being gripped by a skeleton.

The skeleton was mindlessly walking through a foggy graveyard. I could instictively tell what level my wielder was too.

This particular skeleton was only level 2. A basic mob. It wandered around in a wide circle until a player approached. I could see the player's nametag from afar.

It was a female character and looked like a human. I couldn't see her level ,but considering the fact that she is alone. She might be high level.

At least compared to this trash mob skeleton.

She was wearing what I assume to be some kind of holy robes. Although somewhat revealing.

She had pink hair and emerald green eyes while holding a golden and silver staff.

"Tier 2 Divine Spell:Holy Light!"

As the trash skeleton ran at her ,she called out the name of a spell. As she finished ,a bright golden light enveloped the skeleton and it disentigrated into dust.

I dropped onto the ground and lost my vision for a considerable time after that. Suddenly ,I had gained my vision back and I was in the hands of a different player.

He was level 5 and his class was swordsman. Fitting. He had light blue hair and grey eyes as he admired his new sword ,aka me.

"That priest lady told me you were a unique sword wielded by a skeleton knight. So rare that it doesn't even have a level and nobody can appraise the name of the item."

A blue glow flashed in his eye as he observed me.

"As expected. Even my special 'Sword Appraisal' skill doesnt work. Truly a rare sword ,definitely worth 10 gold."

I don't know what's happening but that priest really ripped this poor kid off bad. She just sold you a regular sword from a level 2 skeleton ,that just so happens to have a reincarnated soul in it.

He goes on to the same graveyard the priest lady found me in ,to test me out. Surprisingly ,he does well and kills a bunch of skeletons from level 1 to 5 easily.

I cant feel anything aside from the fact that every time he kills something with me ,I feel filled up. Like something satisfying entered my stomach. After he killed around 50 skeletons ,I felt full and I began to transform.

My blade slowly morphed and changed into a katana. Ivan had managed to reach level 10 on the swordsman class and had yet to advance to a better class until I fully evolved into a katana.

After I became a katana with a silver blade and a red wooden handle. I felt sharper and tougher than before and Ivan gained the Samurai class.