The Demon King's Daggers is an SSR rank Player Weapon in Solo Leveling: ARISE. Two daggers forged from the horns of a determined demon. The Demon King was very fond of them.
Appearance[]
This weapon is a large, menacing sword with a dark and fiery aesthetic. The blade is predominantly black with deep red glowing accents along its edges, giving it an ominous and hellish appearance. The blade seems to be jagged and irregular, adding to the weapon’s chaotic and destructive nature. The red glow surrounding the blade suggests that it might be infused with dark, fiery energy, possibly hinting at its magical or cursed properties.
The hilt of the sword is intricately designed with sharp, bone-like protrusions, giving it a sinister, almost demonic feel. It appears as though the weapon is crafted from both metal and organic elements, further emphasizing its dark origins. The handle is wrapped in a darker material, likely for a strong grip, while the blade itself seems to emit a faint, fiery aura that enhances its dangerous and otherworldly vibe.
Stats[]
| Demon King's Daggers | ||
|---|---|---|
| Type | ||
| Rarity | ||
| Element | ||
| Attack | 400 - 3080 | |
| HP | 400 - 4650 | |
| Precision | 0 - 4000 | |
Skills[]
Passive[]
Limit Break[]
| Limit Break Level | Required Items |
|---|---|
| 20 → 40 | |
| 40 → 60 | |
| 60 → 80 | |
| 80 → 100 | |
| 100 → 110 | |
| 110 → 120 |
Secret File[]
There were two demons who were close friends.
Born on the same day and at the same time, they had been together their entire lives and had no doubt that they would continue to be together.
However, despite their promise, the two were separated by the war.
The long horns growing from their foreheads dipped low, the girl held the boy's hand and whispered softly.
"I'll get you out of prison, no [matter] the cost."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm thinking about asking the Demon King for a favor."
The boy was worried.
He knew the girl was stubborn.
Once she had made up her mind, she wouldn't change it.
As she turned to go, he called out to her, as if he had made a decision of his own.
Then he cut off his left horn and gave it to her.
"What the hell are you doing? Those are a symbol of your pride as a demon!"
"A coward who fled the battlefield doesn't need this."
"You're no coward!"
"I'm safe here... but you... Take this and make a weapon to protect yourself. I'll feel better if you do that."
The girl saw the determination in his eyes and slowly, reluctantly nodded her head.
However, she treasured the boy's horn too much to make it a weapon.
The keepsake in hand, the girl set out on a long journey across the ashy plains where the First Flame had raged.
After enduring the freezing cold and hiding from monsters she had never seen or even heard of before, the girl finally reached her destination.
On the altar where the First Flame was first lit, the girl took out all the bounty she had worked so hard to find and hoped for a miracle.
But despite the girl's desperate wishes, the altar remained silent and still.
"I have offered up my treasures just as precious and valuable as the First Flame! Why is nothing happening?!"
An old tradition says that if you offer something precious on the altar, something called the "first" will appear.
However, she was beginning to think that it was nothing more than a story. The "first" she desperately desired didn't appear, even after she piled all that she had upon the stone.
Before long, only the boy's horn remained in her hand.
The girl hesitated for a moment. It was the most precious item she had, but she shook her head and grabbed her own horn.
With a CRACK, the girl's right horn broke off.
It was painful, but she was able to endure it by thinking about the boy's smiling face.
"Please give me something- anything that is the first of its kind so I can save him."
As if responding to the girls' desperate wish, the horns on the altar rose up,
The sparkling white flame swept across the altar and then flew towards the girl's hand.
The girl blinked as she lifted one of the huge daggers that remained where the horns had been.
Then she turned her gaze to the other hand- and found the blade's mirror image.
"With this, even the Demon King himself will grant my request."
Just as the girl had thought, the Demon King adored unique oddities, and was eager to take this pair of blades- "the first of its kind"- as she offered them.
In return, he offered her one favor. The girl responded: she wished for the boy's freedom.
Finally. the boy was released safely. The two spent the rest of their lives together, making up for each other's shortcomings: a perfect pair.





