Attribute Farming System-Chapter 102: {[Stone of Mysterious Origins]} - [????]
"Your Master has long since forgotten all of you, so why do you uselessly defend a Legacy that was abandoned by the one who made it?" the face continued, the crackling of thunder worsening. "I'm different from him. I want to bring what you defend to greater heights. Just peacefully hand over the Mark of the Outer God and make this easy for all of us."
The Six-Winged Seraphim's face contorted in fury as his aura rolled out in the form of oppressive energy tendrils.
SHA! SHA! SHA!
Three identical sets of wings suddenly sprouted from the Six-Winged Seraphim's back as his furious shouts shattered whole layers of space:
"You actually have the nerve to speak of peace when you took advantage of our Master's kindness in raising you up from nothing! Without him, you'd still be stealing steamed buns as a scrawny lowlife!!"
The amicable expression on the massive, world-sized storm cloud face froze. It was then replaced by something ugly—something mirroring all the hatred flooding his heart.
"I owe that old bastard nothing!!" he bellowed, lightning strikes annihilating entire regions. "From day one, your Master never took me seriously! He saw me as no more than a joke!! But fine, since you wish to do things the hard way, then we'll do just that!!!"
OOOM!
The owner of the stormy face had yet to fully break open the protective barrier guarding one of the Secret Realm's entrances. However, it surely wouldn't be long before said barrier was reduced to ash.
Shifting his sight away from the huge, spiderwebbing crack forming in the sky, the Six-Winged Seraphim honed in on Knox's position in the Moleseum. Seeing what he was up to whisked away a little of his anger.
'He has successfully passed the Iridescent-ranked Barrier,' he analyzed. 'Good. Now he just has to choose the right one. A choice that must not come from anyone but him.'
Inside the Moleseum, Knox—clad in tattered clothes—was presented with three items. Each one cost a billion Kingdom Coins, meaning he could only choose one before going broke.
Opening up the System Interfaces of each item, he compared them:
{[Drop of Blood of a Genuine Lesser Dragon King]} - [High-Saint]
— [Upon consumption and refinement, one will receive the Partial Bloodline of a Genuine Lesser Dragon King. As the Bloodline Inheritor of a very powerful Entity of the Void Refining Realm, one will be able to dominate those of the same Realm as well as acquire a few Racial Traits that the Genuine Lesser Dragon King possessed.]
The drop of blood was held in an exquisitely decorated vial, radiating a savage, unruly aura that seemed to believe the entire world was beneath it.
Knox was definitely interested, but with two more items to appraise, he held off on rashly taking the blood droplet for now. His eyes then traced the outline of a long crimson sword—a Nagikatana, to be precise.
The sword was huge, over two meters in length. A harrowing blood effect coated its edges, a result of the Law of Slaughter being imbued into the material that went into its forging. Said Law of Slaughter was at Level 7, placing it even above what Knox had comprehended of his Sword Intent.
And this was without even considering the fact that Laws were exponentially harder to comprehend than Intents.
{[Sword of the End]} - [High-Saint]
— [Forged from dozens of Low-Saint-ranked metals and the High-Saint scales of a Genuine Lesser Dragon King, the Sword of the End evolved during its forging process. It became a Growth Weapon, capable of growing alongside its user.]
— [The Sword of the End has the unique ability to devour anything within its capabilities. It then copies what it devours and infuses what was copied into its existence. The wielder of this weapon is also capable of taking advantage of what was copied, with the possible scenario of sharing what was copied.]
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Knox thought the Lesser Dragon King Blood would be his go-to, but the appearance of this large nagikatana complicated things. He looked between the two, unable to decide which one suited him most.
While contemplating, the third item in the Iridescent-ranked area came into view:
{[Stone of Mysterious Origins]} - [????]
— [This is a stone of mysterious origins. It's unknown what it does, where it comes from, or what its value is. Can be used as a throwing weapon or close-ranged head smasher-inner.]
Knox: "...."
"This rock is really lined up next to a droplet of Lesser Dragon King Blood and the Sword of the End?" he questioned, a skeptical glint in his gaze. "Is someone f*cking with me here??"
That could very well be the case, but the more likely answer was that there was more than meets the eye to the palm-sized black and gray stone encased in a glass-paned box. Then again, it didn't even possess a particularly interesting design, looking pretty much like any random stream-side rock.
After a brief period of deliberation…
With a darkened face, Knox tore at his hair while confirming his choice. "Gahhh! This better turn out to be a gamble worth taking!" he groaned, his bloodshot eyes filled with distress. "This stupid f*cking rock! It has nothing even remotely attractive about it, yet I still ended up choosing it!!"
Tightly clasped within his right hand was the simple-looking black and gray rock that had virtually sent him into poverty. He closely inspected it, desperately searching for something to soothe his bleeding heart.
After a few seconds, his hope had all but vanished.
"I'm so f*cking stupid—"
WAAA!
Before Knox could finish insulting himself, the stone in his hand suddenly erupted in a brilliant display of goldish-purple light. The light seeped out of the newly formed cracks in the stone before zipping toward Knox and entering his body—whether he wanted it to or not.
"What the hell!?"
While he momentarily freaked out over the invading light making itself at home inside him, another change happened to the rock itself. The cracks that were originally small and scarce spread out and grew in number.
CRACK—
