’This is shaless to the max.’
’Loren, you’re really an asshole.’
’But I doubt a honey trap would work on soone like Mr. Sirius.’
’Indeed. But we cannot be sure. n are n, after all. It might work, or it might not.’
’Be serious, bastard. What you want is to get your daughter pregnant with him, right?’
’You all better not fill Mr. Sirius’s ears with unwanted things,’ Loren relayed to all with a snort.
’All is fair in war, friend. I’ve already told him my opinion of you. Whether he believes it or not is up to him,’ Executive Rudh nonchalantly replied.
"Very well. Even though I wasn’t expecting this, I understand your thoughts," John said with a wry smile.
"Now, let us continue."
The dice appeared in his hand and he rolled to the side.
"Looks like it’s our turn," Magnus Coin Consortium representative, Zevak Yoris, said with a smile and stood up.
"Mr. Sirius. I am Zevak, the top executive of Magnus Coin Consortium. Our gift is as humble as it could get, so please accept it whether you choose us or not."
Waving his hand, a three ters tall painting appeared, floating in the center of the table while facing John.
The painting depicted Mr. Sirius sitting regally on a throat with his dragon pet that he revealed floating on the side.
The painting was obviously magical as it looked very lifelike.
"This painting was created by , using a special material we had found a year ago on a special dinsional island. The said special material can link with a soul and when we found that it could transfer damage, we made so things using it."
"We still had so, so I used the remaining to create this painting."
"Transfer damage? Interesting." John raised his eyebrows. "It looks like a material with Warden-type attribute."
Zevak chuckled and said, "Mr. Sirius. You can choose if you wish to transfer the damage to this painting or not after binding with it, and upon reaching the limit, the painting will crack. I hope you can accept this, whether you choose us or not."
[ Azelis: Zevak, this old fox. He is insisting you accept it, so you choose them. Even if you don’t, he expects you to feel guilty and hear him later for whatever he needs or beco a second custor later. At least, that’s his plan. ]
’Good plan, indeed. Too bad, I don’t feel guilty about things like that.’ John internally snickered. ’But I’ll shut this offer nonetheless.’
"You have drawn a very fine painting. I would have accepted it if it were just a painting, but it’s a valuable treasure with a life-saving effect. Unlike the stone tablet, you will lose material by simply gifting it to , so I won’t be accepting it for free."
"Still, I like the gift. Even if I don’t choose it in the end, I’ll do a small business with you to buy it properly."
"As you wish, Mr. Sirius."
Zevak smiled with a nod and sat down as he put the painting back into his storage ring.
John rolled the dice, and next was Ouroboros Hall.
Executive Rudh presented Mr. Sirius with a mystical artifact found in his recent expedition — the Dark Fortune Ring.
"I am Rudh Prabe from Ouroboros Hall, Mr. Sirius. This is my personal belonging, and even though I acquired it just four months ago, It has saved once and granted fortune twice. " Executive Rudh dryly chuckled. "I’ll be honest. It utterly pains to gift you this, but for the greater benefit of the Ouroboros Hall, especially after a shitshow that happened in the sect recently, I have decided to present you with this gift."
"This artifact works passively and randomly. The fortune of nearby living beings is affected negatively with bad luck to give you a boost of good luck, hence its na—Dark Fortune Ring."
"Wait, don’t tell that ring was the reason I got hit by a large poop of a Sovereign-rank flying monster that almost killed two months ago while you found a hidden cave with treasure resources after falling in?" Blazebound Sect’s representative, Tharos, spoke as his eyes widened in realization of the incident that occurred when he had t Executive Rudh when exploring a newly transford special dinsional island.
Executive Rudh laughed.
The others laughed.
"I’m glad you are alive. Death by poop is too sad," John said with a humored chuckle.
"Sigh, that Sovereign-rank Monster must be a peak Sovereign-rank. The mont shit hit , my armor was shattered and lted before various toxins of so attributes invaded through injuries. If it weren’t for the two life-saving potions of high quality, I would be dead."
While saying that, Tharos looked at Rudh with a glare. "You owe one."
"Hey, this artifact works randomly. It’s not my fault. But fine, I owe you a drink."
"You better not be lying. That was the slliest near-death experience I’ve ever had."
Laughter rippled through the pavilion again.
John smiled, his eyes briefly glancing at the dark-hued ring presented before him. A subtle pulse of eerie fortune flickered from it—nothing overt, but enough that soone as sensitive as him could tell it was not a bluff.
John nodded thoughtfully. "Dark Fortune Ring...I appreciate the honesty, Rudh. It’s rare these days."
Rudh gave a dry smirk. "Honesty’s cheaper than another accident like that poop incident."
"I shall consider this gift carefully," John replied. "It’s quite a unique artifact. One might say it’s... shittily effective."
Another wave of laughter followed.
With a clap of his hand, John summoned the dice again. It shimred briefly before rolling across the table.
Next to go was Razorshade Syndicate.
The beautiful li-haired lady with deep erald eyes stood up. She had an air of gracefulness paired with ruthlessness in her vibe.
"Mr. Sirius. I am Dazmira Orzani, the acting head of Razorshade Syndicate. The gift we have prepared might not be a pleasant one, but it will certainly help you—as this was the simple thought process behind choosing it."
Waving her hand, she took out two vials, both glittering with strange dark colors, shining between green, black, and red hues.
Everyone at the table was instantly alard as air-tight barriers manifested around them.
"What’s the matter?" John blinked in surprise.
"Mr. Sirius. The two vials you see are limited in our arsenal, but extrely important. One vial brings instant death to even Sovereign-rank Monsters and Tars. The poison can invade through the air, and it is fast and controllable. If released here, all of us will die no matter the defense we put up."
Everyone was cursing her in Magic Whisper.
Smiling, she added while continuing to look at John. "We have used it to kill two Sovereign-rank Tars in the past, and we still use it only when necessary, as we don’t have much of it left. For us, the most thoughtful and sincere gift is the one we cherish ourselves most, and for Razorshade Syndicate, it is these two vials, Mr. Sirius."
"What’s the second one?" John curiously asked. "An antidote?"
"Indeed. The second vial is an antidote. As long as it is consud within 30 seconds after getting poisoned, living is possible."
"The na of this poison is Voidkiss Venom, and it was found over a hundred years ago in a special dinsional island by our leader of that ti, who had a powerful Soul Talent capable of handling myriad poisons."
John smiled. "A gift as tempting as it is deadly. This poison is indeed the bane of everything living. Powerful gift."
Everyone was sweating buckets, but seeing John relaxed despite being in the presence of this poison, they couldn’t help but feel he had the ans to deal with it.
"I shall put it away lest soone gets scared to death," Dazmira said with a chuckle as she glanced across the table and put away the vials before sitting down.
John nodded.
"Let’s continue." John rolled the dice.
Seeing the symbol on the surface, the Duraian clan’s representative stood up with a smile and said, "Finally, it’s our turn."
"Mr. Sirius, I am Arion Duraian, the son of the current head of the family. Frankly speaking, all Sovereign-rank leaders of the forces here have gone to make a small trip specifically for you, crossing the Doom Veil and relaying all the news about you to the higher-ups. Otherwise, they would have t you here."
John faintly smiled and nodded. "Understandable. Such things aren’t new to in this trip across the stars I am making."
Arion nodded and politely smiled. "I am saying this because I can only tell you about the gift that my father is going to bring back here, which should be in an hour at most."
"It is the specialty that cannot be found here. We call it Spirit Absenal Clay, which can transform into a weapon or armor, whichever you wish, with attributes matching yours by refining it with the resources of those attributes."
Arion grinned as he revealed the material’s power. "Spirit Absental Clay is not bound by ranks. It is a growth-type material that starts at Bronze-rank, and can go above Legendary-rank as far as we know."
Everyone was shocked.
[ Jibril: Wow, they are really going all out!]
[ Azelis: haha, after seeing such an enigmatic traveler like Mr. Sirius, who is a rchant with unique items, it’s understandable. ]
"Growth-type, eh? Those are indeed very rare and valuable," John said as he blinked in surprise. "The gift is valuable, and you are making an effort to bring it here for . I can only say I am flattered."
Everyone felt their hearts trembling. That was a damn high praise coming from Mr. Sirius!
’Fuck, they really prepared one hell of a thing.’
’To think they even had sothing like that. No wonder only Duraians have two Sovereign-rank Armors."
’But this should be utterly valuable even for their higher-ups. Will old Duraian be able to bring it here in the first place?’
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