When the blood dripped onto the sin blade it began to glow in a bloody light, engulfing its new owner in its evil splendor. After about a minute the light began to recede back into the blade, marking the end of the hero's legendary ceremony and beginning a new era of hope for humanity

"I am going to enjoy watching the fall of this poor bastard, this sin blade will slowly refine the user and slowly turn their own will against themselves, I have to give credit to the madman who made this as it’s quite the fun toy" Ian thought with a growing sense of joy

Soon the banquet for VIPs was concluded and everyone went to bed, except Ian that is. Nighttime in his mind was boring as his project was sleeping and there was nothing really to observe in the castle.

Wrapped in a black cloak Ian ventured the streets of the capital after sneaking looking for something to do.

"I need something to do, should I find a night lover? Or do something a bit more involving?" He thought impatiently

As he walked the streets he stopped upon a red door, as for those unaware this signified a brothel. Ian watched this brothel with an odd thought in his head.

"If I diseased the brothel It might cause prostitution to become taboo to prevent disease spreading. But this would take too long" he thought

What Ian was looking for was instant gratification, he did not want to wait. Finally, he found something to do?

"I'm sealing both the prostitutes and patrons inside and setting it aflame" he thought bluntly

And he did just that, using the dao of wood he reinforced the building and sealed all openings with a hidden formation that would dissipate when the building collapsed. Approaching the building with a flame on his finger he set the building alight

Listening to the screams of pain and fear which gave a slight amusement Ian realized something "Wow, I was expecting something a bit more interesting than this from myself"

Disappointed in the gain his endeavor for instant gratification produced he left the burning building behind in the night.

Was Ian going crazy or evil? No, he was just really fucking bored.

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The next day the city was in an outburst for obvious reasons. The biggest brothel in the city was burnt to the ground overnight and all of its workers with it. Many men in the castle and on the streets, were talking with many unshed tears and regrets in their eyes. Some men were shamelessly crying over the matter, receiving more than a few strange looks.

And where was the perpetrator of this heaven to hell situation for many men? He was standing in a group of these regretful men listening to their sexual fantasies and regrets with a stiff smile on his face.

"I lost the chance to lose my virginity to a beautiful girl, I had just saved up enough" One man said

"If you were any good at romance you wouldn’t need money" another said causing the group to chuckle hollowly

"Hey Jackson you had a chance to go at the best brothel in town before it, well burned?" One of the group asked Ian

Ian's expression remained stiff as he slowly faced the man in question "No, I don't have the money or looks to go to such an expensive place"

"Yea, that is probably one of the few things we can agree with you on" The group mumbled

Sighing the group broke up and returned to their posts.

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Back in the training yard the heroes, knights, and soldiers of the country trained vigorously. James on the other hand was staring at the sword in his hands with complicated gaze.

His mind was cluttered with ominous whispers than ceased to leave. "Allies are meaningless, they are only things to be killed" "Trust no one, you are alone" "You are the one true human the rest are a disease, purge them."

These whispers seem fill his subconscious mind endlessly, But James using his willpower suppressed the whispers and returned to his training. After all, it’s a holy tool how could the blade be evil?

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As Ian was returning to the training yard he noticed an aura shrouding James.

"Is that an aura of good luck and destiny?" Ian was surprised at the golden aura surrounding James suddenly "This is not what I wanted, a good cliché ending is boring" Ian thought with annoyance. His project was going off on a tangent and not following his will.

Approaching James Ian grasped at the golden aura surrounding James and tore it apart. Leaving a bloody red aura in its place "This is what it should be, a weak wielder of a sin blade needs a destiny of bloodshed and sorrow" Ian thought with satisfaction before returning to his post.

As Ian returned to his post James shuddered, as if a breath of death passed his body.

Continuing down the hallway Ian lightly skipped due to a sudden urge. He was quite happy as his project was back on track and should mature sometime in the future. As Ian continued to be enthralled by his thoughts of the future his footsteps stopped due to a hearing an odd conversation through a door

Pressing his ear lightly to the wall Ian focused his attention inside.

"Kin is unworthy your highness, you should be the one to sit upon that throne" a hushed voice spoke

"Not now" a light female voice replied "Plans for the future are already being made, we just need to set them in motion"

Removing his ear from the wall, Ian proceeded with his skipping down the hallway "This world is more intriguing than I thought" He thought to himself happily

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Ian could not sleep, well not that he needed too rather he was too excited. He was debating on who to support in the battle for the throne. "The king or the princess, damn this a real decision here" He thought giddily.

Of course, his excitement did not last as the decision could not be made now and he soon began to grow bored. "I guess I should head to the streets to find something fun again" Ian thought