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Powen turned around and said to the three examiners and Professor Norma, "We must try it now to know the difference between them." "But Sir Powen. She was unable to finish on time, which is unfair to the other contestants," Tom questioned. Sir Powen looked at Tom seriously, "What's your name?" "Tom. I'm Tom," Tom replied. "Yes." Sir Powen went to Tom's Nad pot and took out the weapon he built in it. It is a scimitar; Tom was very proud to see his weapon. Sir Powen called Tom closer to him; he took the sword Hana made and placed it next to Tom's

My finger is of no concern to you, outsider. The frown that settled on his face almost had me regretting my words, almost. Opening his mouth as if to speak, he seemed to catch himself before clearing his throat. His silver eyes locked with my fathers, as he smiled. "I've purchased your work many times before, and so has my father. I'll give you one hundred coins for this weapon."

another person scoffed dismissively. “It’ll eventually become scrap metal anyway.” Despite his words, his eyes never left the armor. “If I could own an enchanted weapon like that—even if it’s only a one-time-use item—I wouldn’t mind sacrificing ten years of my lifespan,” another man said excitedly. “Shut up,” his companion mocked immediately. “Do you even have ten years left to sacrifice?” The people around them burst into laughter. “Are you cursing me?” the man barked angrily. “I’m only stating facts,” his friend replied shamelessly.

Warning lights blinked. I groaned, rolling my eyes. “What? These are my babies!” he said defensively as a tray popped out from the side wall. He started emptying his weapons. Two handguns. Two knives. A set of throwing stars. A small baton. Something that looked suspiciously like a taser disguised as a pen. “Just give it all up already, Leon,” I muttered. He sighed and reached into the back of his pants. Pulled out a small ax. I stared. “An ax? Really?”

Although more powerful than ordinary weapons, they were mortal objects, after all. The pills and weapons sold in this store were absolutely top-notch. At least, they were unavailable outside. Before Noelle could display more weapons, some people had chosen their preferred weapon and were ready to pay. They had to buy one no matter how much it cost. A spiritual weapon was a unique and very rare existence. The weapons looked very imposing and domineering. They could significantly improve their combat effectiveness. As everyone reached out for the weapons, Rover grabbed a few items and hurriedly checked out.

Jack as his usual routine, he always stays in his room and this time he was too busy creating a weapon for him to use in killing those attackers (living dead). He was planning on creating a very unique weapon- upgrading the grenade. He thought of creating himself a weapon because it was too risky when he always plan on getting a weapon to every police station he gets into. So instead of risking his life to fight for those attackers (living dead) he brought out what he has mastered from making a weapon.

“I say we let her get this one. She’s rarely interested in a weapon other than a paintbrush. Plus, she can carry it anywhere.” “Very well,” my father sighs and turns to the man, “Give us a hundred of those metal pellets as well.” I look at my father with the brightest smile on my face. “Thanks, dad!” I chirp and run towards him to give him a tight bear hug. It’s getting hard to contain the excitement in my chest as I picture using it. I bet that I am going to kill more demons with this, added to the short sword that I have back home.

With a frustrated huff, she lowered her hand. The gavel slammed down. "Sold! To the lady in midnight blue for four million dollars!" Ashton smirked beside me, but his curiosity was evident as he mind linked me. "Why are you buying your own weapons? " he asked through our mind link. "Why not just take them back?" "Patience, love. I want everyone here to know exactly who’s in control tonight. Let them see the price of betrayal and greed." The next weapon was revealed—a crossbow made from darkened iron, designed to fire bolts that dissolved protective wards on impact.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

I got closer so that I could admire the weapon. "Can I help you?" a voice sounded behind me. I turned around to see an older man with a long beard and mustache approaching. "Oh no," I said, gesturing to the bow. "I was just admiring this. It's beautiful." The older man nodded. "I've had that one for a while," he said walking up beside me with his hands on his hips. "I don't sell many weapons here on account of…" He shrugged with a laugh. "On account of everyone having their weapons built in?" I finished with a smile. "I can see why, there is nothing more deadly than the people of your kind."