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.

nodded. "Well cut," he said. "Quality is good

"Thanks," Shang answered.

the table, one big one, two medium ones, and one small

100 plus 50

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

left the Hunting Guild, he

southern part of the northwestern forest. Not sure if you need

furrowed

McGuiness had said that only

at Shang with bored confusion. "And that's supposed to be

rather big and hunts by creating a spire of valuable ore. When a beast approaches the spire, it

have such a beast," the receptionist

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

you see?" the

I saw a spire made of ore jutting out of the

more like an Ore Toe to

"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

Soldier Grade ore and about 20 units of it.

Spire Mire thing

face looked like he had just swallowed

Chuck McGuiness told me that this thing

to laugh.

laugh with

had just

passed in which Shang only looked at the laughing

receptionist said after being done with

is it funny?"

that there was a 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 I tell you that it's a

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, a snack

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

again, Shang grabbed his sacks of gold and

walked along the emptying streets with a deep frown

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

did I fall for

hunting in

'500 fucking gold!'

scammed me out of 500