The legendary swords, artifacts of immense gravity and weight, were proving to be an impossible burden for the team's lower-level members. That is, until Carl stepped forward.
"So that's it?" Carl asked, swinging the sword easily. The blade, which had felt like forged neutronium to the others, cut through the air in his hands with a light, effortless whistle. He didn't even seem to be straining his baseline physical stats.
"Hey!!! You just said we are weak, but he's not even Lv60!! He's already using the sword!!" Austin yelled, pointing his finger at Carl, his warrior pride deeply stung by the systemic contradiction playing out before his eyes.
"...This?"
Even Hitachi and Mirabella were dumbfounded, both staring at Carl like he had grown extra heads. The absolute laws of Galaxy Fall dictated that gear requirements were non-negotiable. A sub-Lv60 player shouldn't even be able to equip an item radiating that much sheer power, let alone swing it like a wooden practice stick.
