Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang left the northwestern forest with his three Javelin beaks. Sure enough, Chuck's hint had led Shang to a Javelin with a greenish-blue beak.

In comparison to the first two Javelins, the beak of the third one had taken Shang two hits to break. Obviously, the greenish-blue beaks were way harder than the green beaks.

But that also meant that Shang had essentially created an empowered Javelin. In a couple of weeks, it would join the Wasteland and help keep the Wasteland in check.

As a Soldier Stage warrior, Shang was helping the General Stage hunters. Sure enough, even the weak people could contribute a lot to society.

By now, it was late evening, and night would soon arrive. The sun was already starting to dip below the horizon.

After Shang left the forest, he charged back towards Warrior's Paradise.

At the moment, Shang's headache was forgotten, and the bloodied face had also not appeared as frequently anymore.

Why was that?

Because Shang was excited.

He was finally done!

He had finally earned enough money to upgrade his sword!

After some time, Shang arrived at the city a couple of minutes before the main gate closed.

Night had already arrived. Luckily, the Hunting Guild was always open.

Shang immediately entered the Hunting Guild and saw an open counter with a young man sitting behind it. In comparison to the receptionist Shang had met during noon, this one seemed to only laze around.

He seemed quite bored.

Shang walked over to the counter and put his beast sack on the counter.

"Emblem first," the receptionist said with a bored tone.

Shang put his emblem on the table, and after a quick burst of light, the man gestured to the beast sack. "There should be three in there."

For an instant, Shang was surprised that the receptionist knew how many beaks he had in the beast sack, but a second later, Shang remembered the stamp he had put on every Javelin.

The receptionist had probably just checked that data.

Shang opened his beast sack and pulled out the three beaks.

at them for a bit and nodded. "Well

"Thanks," Shang answered.

sacks of gold appeared on the table, one big one, two medium ones, and one small

50 gold. There

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

left the

I found a Spire Mire hunting in the southern part of

the receptionist asked with furrowed brows. "Spire Mire? What's

name was different. Chuck McGuiness had said that only his people called them Spire Mires.

only continued looking at Shang with bored confusion. "And that's

surprised one. "A General Stage beast. It's rather big and hunts by creating a spire of valuable ore. When a beast approaches the

don't have such

aback. "What do you mean you don't? I saw

did you

ore jutting out of the earth.

Ore Toe to me,"

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

in the ground and forms valuable ore. If the Mana condenses by too much, the ore explodes out of the ground in the form of a small spire. We call them Ore Toes," the receptionist

most likely was Peak Soldier Grade ore and about 20 units of it. That should be about 500 gold for

where did this Spire Mire thing come

face looked like he had

McGuiness told me that this thing was

began to laugh. "Oh, good

laugh

had just lost 500

Shang only looked

being done with laughing.

funny?" Shang

beast called Spire Mire. Like, what even is that name? Who calls a beast that? It sounds like the worst made-up name possible. It's like there's a suspicious branch, and

to their young. Why

Does he look like someone that you should believe? He's about

began to laugh again, Shang grabbed his

streets with a

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

did I

General Stage beast hunting

'500 fucking gold!'

me out