Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Questioning the lack of sensations thoroughly confused Zen, and his eyes flew open so he could see. When he looked down, he saw that although he was nude because his clothes were turned to ashes, his body was intact. Not only that but, his hair wasn't even singed! Zen was thoroughly confused!

"Is it because I am not afraid of the burning fire?" he whispered.

An idea came to mind suddenly. It was a long shot, but Zen was desperate since he thought he was going to die. He filled his heart with ecstasy.

Although he wasn't sure, what he was witnessing now was related to the unbelievable scene that happened the day he was in the cellar. Zen knew something incredible occurred after that. 'Is it because I am actually a mysterious weapon, that the fire is not burning me?'

He wondered as the fire outside of the furnace grew higher.

Golden flames were constantly shooting through the air, shifting into large invisible hands and pummeling Zen as they neared him. More flames were doing the same to the Hell Fire Sword lying on the table simultaneously. The greater the fire grew, the hotter Zen was, and yet, oddly, he still only felt a twinge of irritation.

Unlike Zen, the Hell Fire Sword was affected and as the body and hilt of the sword glowed red as the metal heated, the black and white runes along the sword's length sparkled with a peculiar gleam, as though it was absorbing the fire's energy.

controlling when to burn it with fire, and then infusing the fire's energy into the sword while it is red hot. What an interesting and unique method! Now, the flames are engulfing the Hell Fire Sword, here and there...' Zen contemplated silently. It was notable to mention that although Zen was within the

refining process, Evil Lan's surprised voice came from outside the large kiln. Clearly, he

process had continued long enough for the hot flames to burn the Hell Fire Sword into malleable glowing metal, Evil Lan expected Zen to be ashes, but, when

must be wrong. I wonder, could it be that the boy is

that he never used established techniques, preferring to employ more sinister methods, Evil Lan relished this. The more bizarre the material, the more

Fire Sword. Now, considering that 'hard' and 'soft' were opposing principles by nature, weapon refiners would usually avoid combining these two materials together. However, Evil Lan went against the well-known procedures and supplies, to refine his first-class mysterious weapon, and his method proved suitable, luckily.

his hope

thrilled him that much more. While the fire he had burning was second grade, it was still

at the time. Obviously, Zen's body was a great treasure that didn't fear

for a while, Evil Lan reached into his pocket and he took a pill out. The pill