Killer of Concepts- This sword can attack anything. It can deal damage to concepts and incorporeal things. You can even specifically target the disease inside a person's body. This sword can see the end of all things.
Fire of Dragons- Every attack would receive the bonus of Crimson Fire. The attacks would have 25% armor penetration and leave a burning effect that deals 25% of the total damage continuously for 4 seconds.
Dragon's pride- The weapon has the spirit of a prideful dragon infant giving it the ability to devour weapons of the sa grade to obtain a part of their abilities. Can only be used 5 tis a year. (2)
Gold Spark (Active)- Produce a strong light that could blind people for one second.
Darwinian Theory (Passive)- The user's body adaptability to the environnt would increase significantly.
Darwin's Little Wiener (Active)- The ring would produce a small ball of light that could decrease the size and thickness of enemies' pen*s significantly if hit.
The power of youth (Passive)- The wearer's life span would increase by 1 month every year.
Handso is power (Passive)- The wearer's charisma would double if the wearer is already handso, the stronger the effect.
'I wonder what ability I would add next.' Fein look at his sword and shifted his gaze to Roger and asked, "Do you have so A-rank equipnt that you don't use?"
Roger look startled when Fein suddenly asked this question. "Why? Aren't you satisfied with your equipnt yet?" His mouth twitched when he said this.
'I can't say that I would feed it to my sword right?'
"No, you see... I have this habit of collecting equipnt." Fein said with a serious face.
'He still has this habit?' Roger scanned his storage space with his spiritual consciousness to see if there's equipnt that suits Fein's requirent. 'Let's see if there's anything that I don't use here.'
He swept his consciousness to the first layer, where all his dicinal pills were. On the second layer, there's a pair of boots and a weird pinkish fragnted axe that he had picked up once in a desolate castle to the south.
'Well, let's sell these two trash to him.' Although these two pieces of equipnt are both A-rank, he doesn't really use them, and he already commissioned a senior appraiser for the axe, as result, it's just a piece of scrap because the damage already made it unusable. This wasted his four hundred gold coins.
'Shit,' Roger wants to punch the face of the black-hearted appraiser.
Seeing Roger's complexion darken, Fein knew that the guys must have rembered sothing unpleasant that had happened in the past. Of course, he didn't bother to ask. He's not a nosy guy, or is he?
"What happened?" Fein smiled.
Roger took the two pieces of equipnt out of his storage ring. A pair of boots and a strange axe appeared under Fein's gaze.
'It seems my lovely sword would have food to eat tonight.' Fein could feel his sword tremble when it senses his intention. 'Calm down body, your turn would co don't worry.' He tried to communicate with the spirit on the sword.
A smile appeared on his face when the sword stopped moving. 'I can finally communicate with it.'
"I don't use this equipnt anymore," Roger handed the axe and pair of boots to him.
Fein brought them inside his storage space without hesitation and turned his head at Roger. "How much?"
"One hundred gold coins each"
Fein's mouth twitched when he heard the ridiculous price.
'Damn! The price of A-rank equipnt is too colorful.'
'No wonder Michael and Captain Gregory almost dance with joy after I gave them A-rank weapons.' Fein recalled the scene when he pulled out A-rank equipnt for his friends.
Michael literally almost danced with joy, while Gregory just held the sword and shield the whole ti. The only one left in his storage is the other sword for Kidd.
"I don't have enough gold coins on ." Fein rummaged through his storage space and took out eight bottles of potion. "But I have these. Is this enough?"
'Where did this guy get his potion!?' Roger's eyes widened. He knew just how strict the Official Channel was when handling things related to potions. 'Is he perhaps a disciple of a rich sect or an heir of a great family?' This thought instantly crossed his mind.
Roger didn't think too much and quickly answered, "That's more than enough! Where did you get these four bottles of advanced healing potion and four bottles of degu recovery potions?"
He would be a fool if he didn't accept them as paynt. In fact, the eight advanced potions in front of him had already exceeded the value of two hundred gold coins. These potions could even reach a whopping eight hundred gold coins in the auction! But money is not the problem here. The thing is, you can't buy an advance potion even if you had eight hundred gold coins because of its scarcity! The ones who produced the potion had carefully allocated all the potions to different organizations based on their status.
"I'm the chief scientist of QWERTY Organization..."
"Huh?" Roger froze when he heard a familiar na in his ears. "Isn't that the organization that has a status comparable to the top ten great families!? But I thought that they were just a rumor."
"It's not a rumor. We only operate in the shadows and exercise utmost secrecy. Only those people who stood at the top of their respective fields know our organization." Fein began to explain.
Roger looked up and down at Fein. "Well, you don't look like a scientist at all."
"Of course, being handso is rare amongst scientists." Fein rebutted.
'What a fucking narcist!' The corner of Roger's mouth twitched slightly. 'Well, let's see if their organization is legit.'
Roget drank one of the four blue potions in his hand. He felt a stream of cool liquid flow through his throat. Just like that, his body felt refreshed as his degu reserves' recovery speed had at least increased by tenfold.
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