The Era Of Samurai Wasn’t Ready For My Arrival

Summoned straight into the suffocating gloom of a forgotten mountain lair, Vane didn’t land with reverence—he landed with a smirk.

He expected a heroic calling. Instead, he found a brutal world where humans are hollow vessels, entirely stripped of magic. Here, supernatural dominion doesn't belong to the people; it is hoarded by sentient, weaponized relics. Mortals are reduced to mere fuel, while blades rule as gods.
But Vane didn't come to play by their rules.

Deep within the mountain’s cursed vault, he unearths something far worse than a simple sword: a blasphemous, chimeric weapon forged from the fused nightmares of ancient beasts, dragons, and primordial horrors. Armed with unmatched mortal technique, an astronomical ego, and a weapon that hungers as much as he does, Vane steps out of the dark and into the sun.

The era of the samurai built its empire on stolen might. They thought they owned the steel.
They weren't ready for Vane.