The Sword That Hates Me (But Is Better Than Me)

Kael, the warrior chosen by prophecy, is terrified of fighting.

His partner? A talking sword named Tharon, composed entirely of sarcasm and unshakable self-confidence.



They have no interest in saving the world. If anything, the world seems hell-bent on killing them first.



Absurd quests. A broken guild system. Emotionally unstable crops.

What people call “adventuring” is, in reality, a daily struggle to barely survive the nightmare.



Bound together by prophecy, a cowardly man and a venom-tongued sword.

They clash constantly—but have no choice but to keep walking side by side.

And step by step, they unknowingly inch closer to the heart of the world’s unraveling.



A man haunted by the past.

A sword that gave up on the future.

Will their journey become someone’s hope? Or is it just a drawn-out spiral into failure?



Either way, they keep messing things up—accidentally saving people’s lives,

accidentally ruining someone’s master plan.

Life is annoying like that.



Tharon says: “You’re useless. But no weapon out there is better than me.”

Kael thinks: “Did you really need to say that right now?”

Still, they walk on. Begrudgingly.



This is the story of a man who couldn’t become a hero,

and the sword that gave up believing in them.

A tragicomic tale of irony, despair, and just a flicker of hope.

The kind that leaves you unsure whether to laugh or cry.



“Become a hero? You’ve got the wrong guy. I can barely get out of bed in the morning.”