Only Weapon Master

My name is Kang Ara. 17 years old.

Despite how my name looks, I was a male.

Why am I using past tense?

Well, that’s

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On my way to the gym to participate in a kendo competition,

I was hit by a motorcycle and died, then met a beautiful goddess.

As the goddess bowed her head immediately upon meeting, I tilted my head in confusion, not grasping the situation, and she started rambling about why I was summoned here.

She explained that two calamities were born in the East and West of the otherworld she manages, and it was the first time these calamities, nicknamed the Demon King and the Heavenly Demon, were born simultaneously, as she trembled while talking.

The point of the goddess’s story was that since I was the key to defeating these two calamities, she needed a means to summon me, and that turned out to be the motorcycle-style otherworld transfer.

Frowning at her behavior for summoning me in such a violent way without any discussion, I clenched and unclenched my fists while glaring at the goddess.

Sensing that I wanted to break her neck, she repeatedly apologized.

She tried to calm me down with sweet talk, saying she would send me back to Earth after defeating the two calamities and even reward me with abundant wealth.

Despite being only 17 years old, I was seduced by the material value of money, thinking of my mother who worked outside in place of my father with leg difficulties.

I trained for 34 years, defeated the Demon King, then crossed to the martial arts world and took down the Heavenly Demon as well.

And now.

“Send me home.”

“Earth. Is that what you mean?”

“(Nods) Yes.”

“That…”

“If you don’t send me back. My sword might start wailing.”

“Hee..eek!”

Why am I so on edge when I should be feeling good after completing everything?

Well. After waking up in this otherworld, my three legs were reduced to two, my chest swelled, and um… I simply became a woman.

Moreover, there was absolutely no support, and I’m a bit pissed off because I had to start my journey with nothing but a headfirst dive into the ground.

I thought I’d be born as a young master from a stingy noble family and receive abundant support while acting as a hero. But instead of nobility, I almost had to act like a slum prostitute.

Ah. Anyway, it’s over now, so yes. Wait for me, Death Worm. You’ll be attached again. When I get to Earth, I’ll stroke you. My once strong and heavy Death-Death Worm.

Anyway.

“Send me back.”

“That…”

“Can I kill you?”

“I’m s…”

She can’t send me back? Was it all a lie? Am I being discarded now that I’m useless? Sigh. Sword, let’s go.

“I’M SORRYYYY!! I CAN’T REMEMBER YOUR ORIGINAL BODY AND FACE!! I CAN SEND YOU BACK TO EARTH BUT ONLY IN YOUR CURRENT FORM AS THE HERO AND DRAGON SLAYER MISS JIWON PLEASEDON’TKILLMEI’MSORRY….”

Huh?