After Kicking Over the Scumbag, the Whole City Wants to Marry Me - Chapter 331: I’ve been in love before

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities.Like so began the Sword Trials.Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist.Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency…Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race.Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds.Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached.The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession.Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game.Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses.One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword.Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight.But his “trash” sword held a secret.And so did his soul…Three worlds WILL fall.

Caelith doesn't want too much in life, a clean home, a happy mother, and maybe a girlfriend. Raised in the Stormont manner, one of the highest ranking noble household in the kingdom, he grew up a bastard, mistreated and abused by the main lineage.At the tender age of sixteen nobles undergo a divine ceremony, receiving the opportunity to be blessed by the gods however he receives Nothing.Caelith struggles in this world but at the end of the day, He is Nobody, and he has Nothing.

Soul Mechas were forged to punish the Eldritch Monsters that attack this world from Beyond the Glass.But they can only be powered by those who bond with ancient mythical souls from that world.Unfortunately, souls are only attracted to negative emotions: helplessness, anguish, and loss. The deeper and more wronged, the better.However, regardless of the empire's pressure on the people to produce the best Soulbound Warriors and the heavy stigma from his father's curse, Soren remains a happy boy, a dreamer.Until he ends up with the worst soulbond in history after 'The Touching Glass Ceremony.' An F-rank soul. Trash even amongst trash. Even the commoners laughed when his rank was called. Beggars in rags celebrated and claimed to be above him.But was it really the worst soul bond ever?Because, when an Eldritch monster ravages their town and kills all that he loves, Soren finds himself repeating the same day again and again, bathing in unimaginable pain and death that forces him to grow, evolve, and confront questions that plague the empire, his father's mysterious curse, soul rituals, and the Eldritchs' true goals on earth.Each loop leaves him HUNGRIER, stronger...but less human.As the lines between man, soul, and machine blur, Soren must decide the very fate of the world...