The first thing you notice is that you don't notice anything. No special feeling, no visual flare. It makes sense in context. Something unintended wouldn't have anything tailored for the accidental event. But there is something that awakens inside. The internal awareness of Strength. The power that the weapon granting me strength lies solely within. Undying Strength. Piercer Of 1000 Suns. Destroyer of Planets. A single integer held so much power. The differences between 1 and 2 themselves were quite significant. The difference of hundreds were godlike. I have true power, and I will enact my first will. To free the trapped from a life of no meaning. End their suffering.

I see the one who gifted me godhood. He has moved on, unaware. I will keep it that way. I turn around. Another person, enslaved like I once was. I swing the cursed weapon.

No damage!

Then I realize. A joke. It reads -2 to attack stat while equipped.

Yet it also reads:

Weapon deals no damage. Binds to user.

A redundancy purposely added, solely to fuck with me.

...

What the fuck? Who would do this?