I was reincarnated as a genius blacksmith of the Demonic Cult in a martial arts novel. Since making legendary swords is too easy, I decided to create 'Demonic Swords' imbued with my will and soul. My plan was to deliberately push warriors to their limits and then help them grow by providing a spectacular finale. Isn't that the true purpose of weapons—to aid martial artists? But something seems off about the reactions of these martial artists after they've completed their growth. "Blacksmith! Revive this sword immediately! That's an order! Hurry..." "We did it! We actually did it! Finally, we... Demonic Sword, sir?" "You damn bastard... How could you just say that and leave? Now I'm left alone again..." "What are you saying, elder? No! What am I supposed to live for without you?! Without being with you, nothing has any meaning!" I've helped them grow completely, yet here they are, talking to themselves over a piece of metal that's lost its will. I don't understand.