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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?”

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.

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.

As he spoke, he picked up a slice of freshly cooked beef. "Jared, this stew that you invented is fantastic. Next time, I want more of this tomato broth or whatever it's called. That tangy, slightly sweet taste is just what I like!" I smiled agreeably, continuing to drop tripe into the pot without pausing. We sat around the table as a family, our cutlery darting in and out of the pot. Things couldn't have been more harmonious. But in the end, I'd underestimated the influence of the original male lead's plot armor. Isaac walked out of prison unscathed and even became a guest consultant to His Majesty.

The Crismon warrior pack, one of the most substantial packs in America just my luck. I came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around the lower part of my body. I looked around to see what time it was.... fuck I need to buy a digital clock. I went into one of my bags and brought it out with boxers and clothes. I started changing into my skull long sleeves and black punk emo pants with chains on the side. Of course, I bring my weapons to school. I wear combat boots and am stuck inside a silver knife. I place my pure white contactless on help sell that I'm blind as I put on my favorite sunglass that was made to look like blind man glass. I slung my backpack and headed downstairs. I had a t

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."

I couldn't understand what she was talking about, leaving me confused. "Jokes,? What jokes are you talking about? I'm not playing any game with you." I insisted, scared that they would have a change of mind in regards to helping ua out. "How can you come to us with claim that yog have weapons of the humans? What do you take us for? Fools?* Kyra Snapped, eyeing me Viciously. "But I'm not joking and neither am I telling a lie. We have some weapons that were given to us and I even came with two of them.. "