The Traveling Poet scrutinized the heavy cross sword in his hands, his expression somewhat complex.
Truthfully, the sword seemed to hold a certain allure for him, especially the Character Card slot that had activated the moment he got his hands on it was a delightful surprise.
Grasping the hilt, he felt not the slightest bit of unfamiliarity, instead a deep sense of familiarity and longing.
However, the more he felt this way, the more the Traveling Poet resisted; after all, people subconsciously resist things trying to control them.
Moreover, throughout his journey, he began to feel an illusionary sensation towards everything in the script, towards himself, and what he had witnessed. His current emotions were definitely different from before.
Yet he was unable to stop this transformation.
Perhaps it was due to the activation of the Character Card, or maybe his rationality was not as strong as he believed.
