Aanum had killed two dozen monsters he had found in the field, but even if his sword seed to have improved a bit, it still didn't change to Base Rank. After the first five, the improvent seed to get less and less, and after the first dozen, it was close to nothing.
He tried to find other types of monsters, but the variety wasn't wide here, and it seed the more of the sa kind he killed, the more negligible effect they had on the sword.
He had also noticed at the Goblin Cave back at Picton that they weren't helping his sword at all, but he assud cause they were relatively low-level monsters.
So he had to change his plan, and the Players that ca to investigate were the perfect target.
Since this was a high-level monster field, the Players in the town were around those levels too.
But the 40-50 level characters were simple prey for one as Aanum, even if his equipnt was considered low quality at that level. His Skills were making all the difference needed.
He also noticed that he had access to his Breaking Limit state, and this body was able to handle it way better than his NPC child body.
He continued hunting monsters, but this ti he prolonged the fight as long as he could and made them scream as much to draw the attention of his actual victims.
Each ti it was either a solo player or at most a party of three, none were ready to face Aanum.
He had taken a few bamboos and covered himself with mud and leaves to make himself look like a kind of monster as it would draw too much attention of a Player going around killing monsters and Players.
He was attacking them fast enough for them not to take a good look at him, but they were getting so general details of his.
After an hour of hunting, he noticed that his sword was filled with strange runes on its blade. They seed to be written by the blook of the players he killed.
He also noticed the sword moving on its own as trying to leave his grasp.
This was a good ti for him to stop as more parties were coming to find this strange monster who was causing that chaos.
He cleared himself and returned to town.
He investigated his sword and its runes on the way back, and they were like nothing he had seen up until now. They didn't look to be so Enchantnt as they didn't follow the shape system or any Programming Enchantnt he knew.
As ti passed, the sword seed on becoming more restless to be freed from his grasp, but Aanum didn't let it.
He stopped just a little outside the town in an opening where there was a lake, and a jetty existed for fishing.
Nobody was currently around, as most Players were in the Bamboo field looking for the one behind the chaotic situation.
Aanum stapped his sword in the ground to keep it in place without having to hold it as he investigated the rest of the blade, not piercing the earth.
The runes seed to be getting carved on the blade by the blood as ti passed. The carving didn't seem to be continuous, but every few seconds and every ti the carving was happening, the sword was moving like a person who got hit.
'Did it grow a consciousness?'[Aanum]
Aanum had read many stories about Growth-type equipnt, but since there wasn't anyone in the current era of the ga, none could be sure what was true and what was not.
One of them said that there were two categories of Growth-type equipnt the ones with active consciousness and the ones without one.
Growth-type equipnt was said to be able to grow because they had a consciousness of their own, but so seed to want to communicate with their user while others didn't. The ones with an active consciousness seed to be more potent as they could be developed to fit the tactics of their use in how they evolved, while the rest seed to grow more generically. Bu both were powerful tools no matter the case.
Aanum wasn't sure what he should do as this story seed to contain so truth.
If he were at his NPC body, he would try to use so of his mana, but as Aanum, he had zero mana and no man skills.
Even if he tried to learn mana skills, the System wouldn't allow it.
He didn't want to let anyone else check his sword, not even Pan, so he had to find a solution on his own.
Then an idea ca to him, and he closed his eye and raised his hand while he focused.
Over his hand, after a few seconds, a few cracks seed to appear in the air, and as ti passed, they were extending as the piece of air there broke, and a small portal opened.
From it, a single item got out, and Aanum caught it.
It was Garry's, Spirit Hamr.
He had noticed that the Hamr seed to recognize him more over the past days but still not considering him as a master, but he could use it more tis.
He also seed to make it teleport to him, but it was straining his mind and body too much, so he just kept it in his ring.
But now he was in his Player body, and he also didn't have to worry about his body getting strained by it as in theory couldn't.
The Spirit Hamr was to strain the summoning of any mortal person's body, but Aanum wasn't a mortal as he was considered a Spirit from the System.
Of course, he was still a living being and could be affected by most things as expected, but so loopholes existed like that.
But he lost so SP from it but nothing he couldn't handle.
He felt that his Hamr wasn't going to stay too long here, so he had to hurry.
He focused on changing it in a pick hamr and went to help to finish the carvings on the blade.
He held the blade still and in the ground with one hand while using his hamr with the other. As the ti progressed, and since he wasn't stopping, the blade seed to fight with more power and to beco more restless, but Aanum kept it under control for now.
He was over with almost half of the carving as the sword started being more restless than he could handle.
Without a second thought, he enabled his Breaking Limit state.
The sword was still once more like a powerless child held by a giant.
He even used Beliss's Blessings, which seed to be available for Aanum, which seed to help with his carving techniques.
Of course, since his INT as Aanum wasn't as high as in his NPC body, the boost wasn't as significant as usual but still helpful.
After an hour and a half since he began carving, he was finally finished as his blade was entirely out of the earth and kept still by him only since the carving was going all along the edge.
The mont he was finished, the blood on the blade dropped on the floor as gravity seed actually to start working on it.
Aanum swung the blade to get the rest of it away from the blade.
Then he had noticed that the carving he had worked on had disappeared, and there was just a slight painting of it that one could see under the right angle and light only.
He noticed his word to be sowhat lighter, and from the swings, he did with it, he could see miles of difference in its quality than before.
He checked, and it was finally considered Base Grade weapon.
Its power was still lacking compared to a Master Grade one, but it was an improvent.
Aanum focused on rembering the number of Players and Monsters he had to kill for Rank up.
Counting the Players outside to Goblin Cave and today, he had killed a little less than 50 Players.
Calculating the monsters, he had to kill, and how much they seed to help the blade, he was confident that they would count as killing enough players to reach number 50.
This ant that he needed to kill another 50 and more to evolve it at Master Rank, and most likely, there would be a limit at their level at so point.
But he wasn't planning to go around massacring Players without reason, as he had noticed sothing on the last few of his victims.
Their death particles were sowhat grey.
This ant they wouldn't be able to spawn for so ti, and the death penalty would be heavier, but it wasn't as grey as Master Whip in the mine.
His weapon wasn't fighting anymore, so he put it back to its sheath and continued his way to the town.
"Na."[???]
Aanum stopped as he had heard this strange voice whispering at him.
"My na."[????]
The voice didn't seem to co from a specific direction but from all over the place. Or so it felt sotis when one was telepathically speaking at you.
Aanum pulled his sword and brought it at a small distance from his face.
"Need my na." [Sword]
Aanum was excited at that mont as he seed to have an active consciousness weapon, but he stayed focused and thought of a na.
"Sinhunter."[Aanum]
As he told the na, he decided to the sword, the painting of the carving lighted up for a split second, and then there was silence.
Aanum waited for the sword to say sothing more, but as a couple of minutes of silence passed, he decided to be the one to speak.
"Hello there. Can you hear ?" [Aanum]
It seed like a stupid question to first ask soone, but in these types of situations of encountering sothing unknown, Aanum's mind was too excited to think as usual.
" sleepy. Talk when ti pass."[Sinhunter]
Aanum was disappointed by the response, but he didn't ask anything more.
He put the Sinhunterback to its sheath and finally got back in town to find Soryn.
Soryn had taken a new outfit, and this ti his clothes were close to what a Chinese monk would wear, which fit with his bold head.
Since the architecture of the town was very real-world Asian-like, there were stores selling clothing fitting the the.
Soryn didn't seem to be a fan of this style, but he said it was a gift from the store owner since she thought it would fit him.
He had bought an outfit similar to his old one but not of a fancy design.
It was looking like an outfit one martial artist would wear at the movies, although its primary color seed to be green with so yellow details.
It was rare for Shingi to see an NPC going to buy new clothing for himself, but since so had programd to act as realistic as possible, it wasn't unheard of one to do so.
He inford him that he had found a way out and that they would leave soti before noon.
Soryn let him know that a strange beast was rumored to have appeared outside the town, but Shingi told him that they shouldn't worry about it.
So they decided to head and relax for the rest of the day.
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