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Chapter 60: The Stinky Demon Sword

Cheese was feeling down.

Roy couldn’t understand why.

I mean, you eat well and live comfortably in the shed every day, plus you have the beautiful Miss Cake with you—what’s there to be depressed about?

Isn’t this a hundred times better than the deep mountains of your hometown?

Last time I saw Cheese, he was all smiles, so what suddenly changed?

After some thought, Roy could only come up with one possible reason.

He cautiously probed, “Is your relationship with Cake not going well?”

Not a good idea. As soon as the words left his mouth, the Golden-Winged Griffin shook with a jolt, fat tears rolling down like marbles, collapsing into a pitiful mess.

With wings curled up, the Griffin sobbed, “She… she just doesn’t like me at all! She even talks down to me every day! There’s no chance for us at all!”

“Waaaaah, she was the only girl who said my Golden Wings were beautiful—how did it come to this?!”

Roy was a bit baffled by that.

To be honest, he thought Cheese had nearly won over Cake by now.

“Big Brother! My heart aches! I can’t take it anymore! Every night I fall asleep listening to all these couples in the shed whispering sweet nothings to each other, I’m seriously gonna lose it! Can you understand my pain?!”

Uh…

This was just like back in the dorms, where roommates were glued to their phones all night with their significant others.

He could understand, but not really.

After all, he wasn’t exactly alone either.

But if he said that out loud, he was afraid Cheese would burst a vessel.

Strangely enough, Roy remembered that Cake and Cheese seemed to be getting along just fine—he often saw them together catching rabbits outside.

Roy felt like there was a misunderstanding happening.

But with Cake back in the kingdom with Charlotte, and with him needing to set off soon, his priority was to cheer Cheese up.

Roy unlocked the door, stepped into the shed, and patted Cheese’s side, trying to comfort him. “Don’t rush! Life is a long road; when you miss one chance, there will always be better ones.”

“You’re just hanging around anyway, how about you come outside with me and enjoy the beautiful natural scenery? Consider it a break!”

The Golden-Winged Griffin sulked, “But I really…”

“And besides, there might be other encounters out there, you never know?”

“I really don’t feel like it…?!”

Suddenly, the Griffin’s eyes flashed with sharpness as it realized something. “Big Brother, explain more!”

Roy chuckled.

He remembered that Little White was a female wolf.

“Say, do you have any interest in a white-haired beauty?”

In an instant, the Golden-Winged Griffin stood tall, its feathers bristling, face resolute as if filled with unyielding ambition.

“For you, Big Brother, I would brave anything!”

After prepping the mount, Roy returned indoors to pack.

Over in the Kingdom of Gold Sands, there were quite a few cultists lurking around—inevitably, it could lead to some fierce battles.

Thinking about it, Roy opened the Favor Exchange Zone after a long time.

Accumulating favor points was slower than gaining reputation points.

But casually holding hands, strolling through town, or going on dates with girls usually added a point or two, accumulating to several hundred over time.

Now, his variety of abilities was quite comprehensive, and he had counters for most opponents.

However, as a low-tier Extraordinary Being, he still had some gaps in raw strength.

For instance, in that earlier encounter with Diabolus, his dragon scales and dragon tooth weapons had been shattered. Plus, he was limited by his bloodline rank, meaning he couldn’t use many powerful abilities frequently.

That battle had been incredibly perilous.

Against an average Sequence 6 opponent, Roy had a seventy percent chance of winning.

But facing a Sequence 5? It was more like a fifty-fifty toss-up. Depending on ability matchups, he could have an edge or be at a disadvantage.

If possible, Roy wanted a devastating weapon that could help him battle above his rank, simple to use, and effective against most foes, so he wouldn’t be crushed by an opponent’s raw power.

Before long, he found the target he desired.

Blood Furnace Demon Sword:

Description: In the Third Era, the Blood Cult, who worshiped the God of Crimson Blood, created this Sequence 5 level extraordinary weapon based on the blueprint of the Blood Clan’s weapon. It’s also known as the Cursed Sword. It is inscribed with the soul of a Blood Demon, possessing its own consciousness, craving fresh blood. The cult leader once used this sword to kill countless church strongmen, achieving great fame, until the death of the first leader, whose successor was too weak and couldn’t pay the blood price, leading to the sword’s curse and the cult’s decline; its whereabouts became unknown.

Effect: It absorbs the wielder’s blood to unleash powerful sword energy. The sword’s power fluctuates based on the Extraordinary Being’s blood used. The stronger the bloodline, the less blood required. The more blood provided, the stronger the power. However, there’s a limit to how much power the magic sword can absorb; if pushed to the limit, it needs a day to recover.

Price: 450 favor points

Just like there’s no perfect Extraordinary Being, there’s no perfect Extraordinary item.

Many strong extraordinary weapons have their own limitations or costs.

But the Blood Furnace Demon Sword was right in Roy’s sweet spot.

Using blood for regular weapons is kinda useless, but for a game-changer it’s just perfect.

Against opponents with higher bloodline ranks, this was exactly the kind of trump card he needed; and it wouldn’t conflict with Weapon Projection.

The Iron Blood was already rich in life force, and he also had various protections, with blood containing powers from different races far exceeding that of an ordinary Sequence 7—likely making it a perfect match for this sword.

Moreover, sword energy is an energy attack; while it doesn’t have any specific restraining properties, it also won’t be countered by any kind of power.

For cultists with tricks up their sleeves, it would be an invaluable tool.

No matter if they used fire or heaven’s might, he’d just keep slicing away.

But the price…

Roy, who usually didn’t care about prices when shopping, felt the rare sting of being broke.

After a long internal struggle, he reluctantly made the purchase.

Watching the favor points dwindle to single digits, he couldn’t help but tear up.

These cultists had better get a move on or he’d be really upset about spending so many favor points!

The cursed sword was black as pitch, with a blood-red blade, exuding a fierce and violent ominous aura, like a famished demon.

As soon as he grasped the hilt, an overwhelming, ferocious spiritual power surged in, accompanied by an overwhelming killing intent, blasting into Roy’s mind like a brutal voice, howling endlessly.

“Blood!”

“Give me blood!”

“Mortals, offer your blood!”

Almost immediately, a sharp pain shot through his wrist as a drop of blood seeped into the Blood Furnace Demon Sword‘s hilt.

Roy didn’t stop it, wanting to see how much blood would be needed for a single use of the magic sword and how much power he could unleash with his blood.

To his surprise, the sword cried out in agony at that moment.

“Ah♂!”

“Your blood…”

“Ugh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”

Roy gauged that a full-powered strike would consume one-fifth of his blood—not too much, not too little—but the power was enough to match a full-force strike from a Sequence 5 and was even a level above Ember Annihilation.

It also carried a hint of blood magic and purification power.

He’d be satisfied with a full-force strike at Sequence 6, and now it was unexpectedly stronger.

It seemed his blood was indeed much stronger than that of ordinary folks, even cultists who specialized in blood magic could only unleash the sword to this extent.

But ever since it absorbed his blood, the sword had started acting strangely…

“Bro, please! Let me have a taste, just five minutes! I promise I won’t annoy you again! I’m really suffering here, I swear I’ll behave! Please, just let me have a taste! I feel like ants are crawling in my body; just one taste, I beg you, bro!”

Roy was annoyed by the racket, so he let it sip a bit more blood. While Cheese was squealing, he tossed it into the storage ring.

 

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