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.

them for a bit and nodded. "Well cut,"

"Thanks," Shang answered.

of gold appeared on the table, one big one,

100 plus 100 plus 50 gold. There

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

Shang left the Hunting

I found a Spire Mire hunting in the southern part of the northwestern forest. Not

furrowed brows. "Spire Mire? What's

Chuck McGuiness had said that only his people

receptionist only continued looking at Shang with bored confusion. "And that's supposed to

beast. It's rather big and hunts by creating a

we don't have such a

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

you? What did you see?"

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

Ore Toe to me," the

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

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

Grade ore and about

Spire Mire thing come

he had

McGuiness told me that this thing was a Spire Mire," Shang

receptionist began to laugh. "Oh, good old

laugh with

just

passed in which Shang only looked at

said after being done with laughing. "Come on,

is it funny?" Shang asked with

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

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

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

laugh again, Shang grabbed his sacks of gold and

emptying streets with a deep frown on his

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

the fuck did

hunting in the Wild

'500 fucking gold!'

scammed me