I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 115: The Blade That Thinks

Isaac sat cross-legged on a jagged outcrop overlooking the frozen expanse where a god had fallen.

Around him, the remnants of divine pressure had begun to fade, but the silence left behind was still heavy—like a mountain watching its own shadow vanish.

Above his open hand, a transparent interface shimmered faintly.

[Skill Selection Unlocked][Level: 68 – Milestone Achieved][Available Skill Selections: 6][Total Skill Options: 36]

A cascade of names scrolled before him. Skills he couldn't have dreamed of weeks ago. A-rank masteries. S-rank dominions. S+ anomalies. Even a few that pulsed strangely—unstable, mysterious, incomplete.

He scanned them all once.

Then again.

Then he closed his eyes.

'This isn't about grabbing everything,' he thought. 'Not anymore.'

Behind him, Sylvalen was speaking softly with Volmyr. Atheon remained standing alone, hands folded, watching the horizon as if waiting for thunder to return. But none of them interrupted Isaac.

His mind was clear.

One name pulsed on the list—not glowing, not marked as rare, but resonating.

[Willsurge Armory – Rank S+]

"Imbue summoned weapons with a fragment of your will. They gain independent motion, instinct, and defensive reaction capacity."

It wasn't flashy. It wasn't labeled forbidden or divine.

But it was perfect.

Isaac's eyes opened.

"Select."

[Skill Acquired: Willsurge Armory – Rank S+]Passive: All conjured weapons gain limited autonomous movement.Effect: Once summoned, weapons will instinctively protect Isaac and his allies, track nearby enemies, or counter attacks—without direct control.

He exhaled slowly.

Then tapped a second panel.

[Compatible Fusion Detected]Base: [Armament Phantom – Rank S+]Catalyst: [Willsurge Armory – Rank S+]Result: [Phantom Legion – Rank EX]Proceed with fusion?

Isaac hesitated only for a moment.

Then: Yes.

Light cracked through the interface.

Not violently—but deliberately, as if the system itself was reforging something ancient.

The names of both skills burned into his mind, then crumbled to ash—and in their place, something new took form. It wasn't just a skill. It was an instinct. A presence. A concept that belonged in war.

[Skill Acquired: Phantom Legion – Rank EX]"He does not walk alone. Every weapon is a shadow of his resolve."– Conjured weapons gain full autonomous behavior and memory imprint.– Isaac can create artifact-level weapons and equipment continuously as long as mana remains.– All conjured items last 3 minutes.– Can replicate any artifact he has seen or wielded.– Weapons coordinate, defend, and strike without commands.

The moment the fusion settled, Isaac felt it—not just in his mind, but in his limbs. His fingers flexed. His perception widened.

He was no longer a man summoning weapons.

He was a commander standing at the heart of a silent army, and each blade had eyes.

He stood.

Around him, nothing had changed. The wind still whispered over ice. The others hadn't noticed. Not yet.

But as he turned away from the system panel, another line flickered into view.

[Remaining Skill Selections: 5]"Would you like to choose your next skill?"

Isaac paused.

Then calmly pressed: [Defer Selection]

Skill slot saved.

He had seen monsters rise from the void. Gods fall beneath mortal blades. And powers that changed the fate of cities in seconds.

But he had also seen traps.

Seen choices made in haste lead to ruin.

"Not yet," he murmured. "I'll use them when the world forces my hand."

And somewhere deep within the system's invisible machinery, the phantom of logic paused, watching the one soul that refused to play by its rules.