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.

and nodded. "Well cut,"

"Thanks," Shang answered.

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

plus 50 gold.

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

before Shang left the Hunting Guild, he

the way, I found a Spire Mire hunting in the southern part of the northwestern forest. Not sure if you

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

had said that

looking at Shang with bored confusion. "And

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

have such a

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

did you see?"

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

Ore Toe to me," the receptionist

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

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

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

looked like he had just

hunter named Chuck McGuiness told me that this

to

laugh with

just lost

which Shang only looked at the laughing

being done with laughing. "Come on, it's

it funny?"

It sounds like the worst made-up name possible. It's like there's a suspicious branch, and I tell you that

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

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

to laugh again, Shang grabbed his sacks of gold

along the emptying streets with a

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

fuck did I fall

hunting in the

'500 fucking gold!'

scammed me out