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.

looked at them for a bit and nodded. "Well cut," he said. "Quality is good

"Thanks," Shang answered.

of gold appeared on the table, one big one, two medium

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

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

before Shang left the Hunting

southern part of the northwestern forest.

furrowed brows. "Spire Mire? What's

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

only continued looking at Shang with

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

we don't have such

was taken aback. "What do you mean you don't?

you? What did you see?" the

spire made of ore jutting out of the earth. It was about

like an Ore Toe to me,"

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

ore. If the Mana condenses by too much, the

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

where did this Spire Mire thing come

looked like he had just

this thing was a Spire Mire," Shang

the receptionist began to laugh. "Oh, good old

laugh with

just lost

passed in which Shang only looked at the

after being

funny?" Shang

even is that name? Who calls a beast that? It sounds like the

They only go there to give birth to their young. Why would it go through the trouble to wait for prey in the

seen Chuck? Does he look like someone that you should believe?

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

the emptying streets with a

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

did I fall

hunting in the

'500 fucking gold!'

asshole scammed me