The Cracked Sword’s

Cris reached out, gripping the hilt of the massive sword. It was heavy—way heavier than he expected—but the moment his fingers wrapped around it, a strange sensation surged through his body.

A memory? No. More like an instinct.

[Weapon Identified: Titan Fang]

[Status: Damaged – Requires Restoration]

Cris tightened his grip. "Titan Fang, huh? Sounds badass."

Trixie floated beside him. "Master, that sword belonged to one of the former commanders of this shelter. It was once a legendary weapon."

Cris' eyes flickered with interest. "A commander's sword, huh? What happened to them?"

Trixie hesitated. "Records are… incomplete. But from what remains, the previous owner had an unbreakable will, just like you, Master."

Cris scoffed. "Tch. I just got here, don't start comparing me to some legend."

But even as he said that, he couldn't deny it—this sword felt right in his hands. He lifted it slightly, testing the weight, and though it was in bad shape, the balance was still perfect.

A message appeared before him:

[New Quest: Restore Titan Fang]

Reward: ???

Cris smirked. "Looks like I've got another project."

With newfound motivation, he finished cleaning the training ground, earning his reward.The system announced the transfer of food into storage and added 5 MS to his total.

Cris stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Not bad for a day's work."

Trixie chimed in. "Master, with your new MS, you can begin upgrading the shelter. Would you like to check the system now?"

Cris glanced at the glowing screen in front of him, then at the Titan Fang resting against the wall.

"Not yet," he said, smirking. "First, let's fix this sword. I have a feeling I'll be needing it real soon."