As Ethan stood still in front of the rack of swords in the weapon section of the shop, his system started to give him a signal and started to pulse with a strange energy. The strange feeling that he felt earlier—it wasn't a presence or someone keeping his eye on him it was a pull. Like something ancient, and mysterious was calling out to him.
"System, scan this whole rack of swords for me. I have to check something." Ethan whispered to himself.
A light blue interface shimmered before his eyes, scanning the entire weapon stand. Names and stats started to appear next to the weapons—the screen froze when it came to check one sword. The borders of the scan started to turn golden, and the system made a ding noise.
DING!
Ethan started to think about what just happened. "What happened, system?"
Ethan then looked closely and saw that this sword's color was not like others—it was golden.
Ethan whispered to himself. "System use appraisal on this sword, I need details."
[Appraisal Complete]
[Name: Warlord's Fang]
[Type: [Ride-Type Legendary Weapon]]
[Grade: ???]
[Status: Dormant]
[Description: Once wielded by the Warlord of Ashen Vale, a conqueror who rose from nothing and subdued empires. The blade responds only to ambition. Its power remains sealed until the rightful wielder awakens it.]
[Passive Trait: Dominion Pressure – Suppresses enemies with lower willpower.]
[Compatibility: 99.8% – [User: Ethan Graves]]
[Warning: This weapon is bound to the throne of conquest.]
Ethan's eyes started to widen because of the stats and description of this sword, a chill started to crawl down his spine—then it faded into a thrill that started to race through his veins.
"A fucking ride-type…legendary weapon? Which is even bound to conquest? Heh, lol. That's perfect."
The sword didn't look flashy at all. Its blackened steel was chipped a bit, the handle of the sword was wrapped in worn leather, and yet the sword radiated a heavenly and dominating presence that made the other weapons feel like shit if we compare them.
He lunged in a bit, took his hand closer to the sword and picked it up from the sword's rack. The moment his hand gripped the handle, a faint feeling of sudden warmth ran through his fingers. The blade starts to whisper.
A grin started to form on Ethan's face, he then grabbed the handle of the sword a little harder and carried the sword to the shipowner.
Ethan planned the sword at the counter and looked at the shipowner. "How much for this?"
The old man took a moment to look at the sword and then after a while he looked at Ethan and laughed a bit. "That old thing? Been here for decades now. That's junk, you want it, kid? Take it. It's free of charge, if you want this then surely take it."
"Seriously…?" Ethan said, trying not to sound so excited. "You're giving this sword for free?"
The man snorted. "Huh? It's rusty now, it's of no use for me and no one will buy it for sure. So, you should take it for free."
Ethan then left the shop with more than just the sword. He bought a few supplies for the next missions, a fresh mana potion, and some simple enchanted gloves. But, nothing that he bought compared to something that was resting on his waist now. It was a legendary tier sword.
When he returned to his inn, he straight went to his room and then placed all his stuff on his bed.
Ethan looked outside of the window, it was already past sunset now. Then sighed and then started thinking. 'Man… I can't believe it. A few days ago I was just a nobody and now I have a damn OP skill and some good baddies. Life is too good to be true."
He let out a deep sigh and then proceeded to open his system window again.
[Main Quests]
- Build Your Legendary Harem (0/10)
- Win the heart (and body) of Erica Vexhart
Ethan blinked a few times, excited. "Wait… I have to fuck Erica. Damn, that's some nice thing."
Just as the thought of having sex with Erica struck his mind— he heard a soft knock at his door.
He turned slowly, grabbed his sword and was prepared for everything.
He opened the door carefully.
And then—