[Unlimited Blade Works:A peculiar ability originating from a world where it is known as a "Reality Marble." Grants the host a special inner world called a 'Reality Marble', accompanied by a powerful projection-and-replication technique capable of manifesting any blade they have seen or imagined. After adapting to the universe, all restrictions on replication limits have been removed.]
"No wonder it's a golden Curio—just the name alone sounds amazing!"
March 7th straightened her back, pride swelling in her chest until she practically glowed.
Realizing her dream was about to come true, she was utterly satisfied with the Curio she hadn't even seen.
Right now, even if someone told her she had to stand on her head and hop three circles before using it, she would happily accept it. And then she'd praise it: "No wonder it's a golden Curio—everything about it feels exceptional."
"Of course it's powerful. Before it, all blades pale in comparison. That is… assuming your own strength is great enough."
Sylvester explained calmly: "It contains every necessary element for sword creation, along with the weapon-projection ability. As long as you've seen the original sword, you can reproduce it with ease."
"But [Unlimited Blade Works] isn't just a simple replication spell—it's a highly systematic skill. In its original world, this power is called a 'Reality Marble'. Any weapon you have replicated once becomes registered within the Marble. When needed, you can unfold the Marble, altering the surrounding environment, and at that moment all weapons you have forged in the past becomes accessible. Moreover, every weapon you create shares a resonance with your will. With a single command, all blades can dance through the air and fight exactly as you envision!"
Hearing this, Yanqing couldn't resist asking, "What's the limit? Where is the upper limit of this ability? Surely it can't copy every weapon, right?"
He tightened his grip on Massacre Ruler's hilt, afraid of how much his worldview might collapse if Sylvester dared to say the four words 'there is no limit.'
The conceptual power of [Massacre Ruler]—'to sever all things'—was unimaginably rare. If even that could be copied, March 7th wouldn't need to learn swordsmanship at all.
When your strength reaches the level of absolute suppression, technique only makes your enemy die more gracefully.
If she could copy tens of thousands of Massacre Rulers—forget mortal factions—even if every Emanator in the universe were gathered together, they still wouldn't be enough for her to cut down!
Unless she ran into an Aeon, March 7th would have no opponent left in existence!
Yunli had realized this too.
She didn't know how strong the universe's strongest sword was—but she did know very clearly how powerful Old Mettle was after absorbing [Avalon]!
With her own immature strength, armed only with that weapon, she could still fight back against the weaker Emanators.
And if March 7th could mass-produce such weapons…
Imagining herself surrounded by countless Avalons—that wasn't just hair-raising.
There was only one word for such a situation.
Despair.
And that was only Avalon, a weapon not even designed for pure offense. What if it were combined with Yanqing's Massacre Ruler?
An army composed of fully obedient conceptual-power Curios—fearless, tireless, absolutely loyal to March 7th.
Which power in the universe could withstand such a force?
March 7th could wage war across the cosmos alone.
She looked to Sylvester and hurriedly asked, "Shopkeeper Sylvester, it's not that I don't want little March to be strong, but there's no way she can copy Curios that contain conceptual power, right?"
March 7th asked at the same time, "Shopkeeper Sylvester, just how strong can [Unlimited Blade Works] get? Where's the upper limit?"
She wished it had no limit, but she also knew that idea was far too fantastical.
She compared the swords she remembered—if she could surpass the mid-tier flying swords made by the Xianzhou Luofu's Artisanship Commission, that would be passing. She would be completely satisfied. And if she could reach the level of those top-grade masterpieces that the Commission only produced a few times a year, she could brag for the rest of her life.
All three turned their eyes to Sylvester, each with their own feelings.
Two anxious, one expectant.
But all three were tense with excitement.
Sylvester took a calm sip of tea before letting his gaze slowly sweep across them.
Their hearts trembled even more. Sylvester set down the teacup and let out a soft laugh. "An upper limit? Of course there is."
"Huu~" Yanqing and Yunli both exhaled in relief. Even though this meant their disciple's power was being restricted, some instinctual part of them still wanted this answer.
But their relief lasted only a moment, for Sylvester propped his chin on one hand and said leisurely, "The total amount of March 7th's Path power is the limit."
He sighed with genuine regret. "A pity. If March 7th had a vast enough power reserve, she could even copy the Reignbow Arbiter's Lux Arrows. But since her power is still weak, she can only project a degraded phantom version. Tsk, tsk—such a pity."
BOOM!!!
Sylvester's words exploded like thunder in their ears.
"W-what?!"
All three—March 7th included—shouted together.
They had thought Massacre Ruler's level was already the pinnacle, but he said she could even copy the weapon of the Reignbow Arbiter?
Wasn't that basically the same as having no upper limit?!
This Curio was utterly broken!
Sure, March 7th was still weak right now—but she wouldn't stay weak forever.
When she grew stronger—not to mention Aeon-level weapons—Emanator weapons would be something she could copy with effort but certainty.
This… this…
Yanqing and Yunli were struck speechless.
March 7th was so delighted she didn't know what to say anymore.
She had already begun imagining The Unrivaled Heroine March 7th: A Journey Across the Universe.
"Doesn't this mean that as long as I make enough swords ahead of time, I can command them like an army, and with just a flick of my finger, wipe out all the enemies?!"
The scenes described by storytellers painted themselves vividly in her mind.
The sun dips in the west. She stands atop the highest peak, surrounded by endless sea of clouds. Only a few mountaintops—barely wide enough for two feet—poke through, all far lower than the one beneath her.
On those peaks stand top-tier warriors—some with immortal poise, some fierce as fiends.
They have come with sinister intentions to strike her down.
A white-haired middle-aged man in armor says, "March 7th! The leaders of every sect have gathered here. Surrender yourself at once!"
A corpulent monk, imposing as thunder, says, "Immortal March, your name shakes the Cosmic Seas. If I do not kill you, how will the world know the true depth of my mystical power?"
Facing overwhelming pressure, the unparalleled heroine simply smiles. A small but unmistakable hint of mockery curls at her lips. "Just this few?"
With pity in her voice, she says, "Very well. I have no desire to create more needless corpses. When you flies fall into the Yellow Springs, may you at least buzz less loudly."
With that, powerful music erupts, and the heroine's aura finally reveals itself without restraint!
She lifts her hand and gestures—
And several weapons of her enemies are instantly refined into nothing!