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

"Thanks," Shang answered.

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

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

Shang nodded. "Thanks."

left the

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

with furrowed

was different. Chuck McGuiness had said that only his people

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

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

such a

do you mean you don't? I saw

What did you see?"

jutting out of the earth. It was about half a

Ore Toe

"Ore Toe?" Shang asked.

ground and forms valuable ore. If the Mana condenses by too

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

where did this Spire Mire

face looked like he had just swallowed

McGuiness told me that this thing was a Spire

to laugh. "Oh,

didn't laugh

just lost

passed in which Shang only looked at

Chuck," the receptionist said after being done

funny?"

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 dangerous beast called Branch

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 for it. They don't even contribute to it becoming more

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

to laugh again, Shang grabbed

along the emptying streets with a deep frown on his

'A fucking Spire Mire.'

did I

hunting in

'500 fucking gold!'

me