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.

for a bit and nodded. "Well cut," he said. "Quality is good enough.

"Thanks," Shang answered.

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

100 plus 100 plus 50 gold. There you go," the receptionist

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

Shang left the

of the

receptionist asked with furrowed brows.

McGuiness had said that only his people called them Spire Mires. "Stalker Lion,"

continued looking at Shang with bored

by creating a spire of valuable ore. When a beast approaches the

such a beast," the

do you

you see?"

ore jutting out of the

Ore Toe to me," the

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

Beasts give off a lot of Elemental Mana, and over a long period of time, Elemental Mana gathers 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

on what you said, I estimate that it most likely was Peak Soldier Grade ore and about 20 units of it. That should be about 500 gold

where did this Spire Mire thing come

like he had just swallowed a

Chuck McGuiness told me that this thing

began to laugh. "Oh, good old

didn't laugh

had just lost 500

Shang only looked at

being done with laughing. "Come

funny?" Shang asked with

calls a beast that? It sounds like the worst made-up name

as he began laughing again. "Why would a General Stage beast even hunt there? They only go there to give birth to their young. Why would it go through the trouble to wait for prey in the Wild Forest? Soldier Stage beasts

like someone that you should believe? He's

began to laugh again, Shang grabbed his sacks of gold and left the Hunting

the emptying streets with a deep frown on his

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

fuck did I fall

Stage beast hunting in the Wild

'500 fucking gold!'

scammed me out of