A strong headache pierced him when he tried to open his eyes, his ears were still ringing and his vision was swimming. All he remembers is how he was stunned by a shell. Having recovered a little, he stood up trying to take his weapon, but in bewilderment realized that he could not grab onto it, his eyes were still swimming, but he was able to see his body. A bloodied and lifeless body, with a hole in the forehead. He died, enemy soldiers passed around him, examining his corpse and searching it. He realized that they couldn’t see him, he couldn’t do anything, didn’t touch them, didn’t talk to them. “Do you want to be my weapon?” A woman's voice was heard, turning towards the sound he saw a girl in front of him. She clearly saw him and could talk to him, and those around her also did not see her. "What the hell.. who are you?" The first question he asked and approached the girl, almost threateningly hovering over her. “Well..how can I say, I am a goddess. And I need your soul to make a special weapon out of it, capable of killing evil spirits. The process of merging souls in which your soul takes the form of a weapon, and as a result you will have three forms. Your usual human, the form of a special weapon capable of cutting through all evil spirits that people cannot see, and the third form in which I will keep you next to me, something nondescript that ordinary people will not notice.. So, will you be my special weapon? The girl asked with a smile and she extended her hand to him, in her palm was drawn some kind of hieroglyph that drained not bright light, and foreshadowed something interesting and intriguing.