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.

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

"Thanks," Shang answered.

and four sacks of gold appeared on the table, one big one,

plus 50 gold. There you go," the

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

before Shang left the Hunting

Spire Mire hunting in the southern part of the northwestern

with furrowed

had said that only his people

only continued looking at Shang with

General Stage beast. It's rather big and hunts by

don't have such

aback. "What do you mean

you? What did you see?"

of ore jutting out

Ore

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

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

I estimate that it most likely was Peak Soldier Grade ore and about 20 units

Spire

face looked like he

told me that this thing was a Spire

receptionist began to laugh. "Oh, good old

didn't laugh

had just lost 500

seconds passed in which Shang only

after being done with

is it funny?" Shang asked

is that name? Who calls a beast that? It sounds like the worst made-up name possible. It's like there's a

General Stage beast hunting in the Wild Forest?" the receptionist said 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 are, at best,

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

laugh again, Shang grabbed his sacks

along the emptying streets with a deep frown on his

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

did I fall

hunting in

'500 fucking gold!'

asshole scammed me out of