Level 5 Skimming Blade Novels & Stories

] [Skill Generated: Dismantle] Skill: Dismantle Skill Level: 1/10 Rank: C(S) Cost: Skill Creator/Generator: System/Kirou Description: This skill allows the user to break down a piece of equipment back to its base materials, pre forging. Following this method, the materials recovered will be less than the materials used to create the equipment in the first place. Success results in the user obtaining materials while failure results in the user obtaining slag. It is advised that the user not try to dismantle equipment above the threshold of the skill as that will fail (Sk. Lvl1- Equip 1-10, Sk Lvl 2- Equip 11-20, etc). Skill can be used via automatic or manual mode. The user is advised to use

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

Lena didn’t waste a heartbeat. Her mind calculated instantly: 【Targets: 5 juveniles】 【Fatal issue: blowholes obstructed — 120 seconds until hypoxia】 【Tool: one specialty steel dive knife, used for 3 years】 She drew the knife. This wasn’t normal netting. Steel wire. Barnacles. Hard as iron. One hand braced the slick whale. The other sliced—fast, precise, avoiding skin by millimeters. One freed. Two. Three. Then, while cutting the fourth—

It was a High-Frequency Blade. "Game Over," Julian whispered, the red light reflecting in the ice. "Begin... The Harvest."

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

The pressure of their gazes was familiar and pulled at her instincts to stand tall in front of them. When Maddie turned to face her opponent, her breath hitched. That steel rod of confidence she was forced to maintain in front of her pack, weakened slightly as she gulped. Jason wasn’t a small man, his body as carved as the other warriors even if his strength didn’t stand up to the Silver Moon training. However, he became more daunting with the vicious weapon in his hand. It was scythe like and gleamed as it caught the afternoon sun, flashing its sharp edge like a beacon to ward off any idiots who dared to approach him. It was a scian mhór, like Jess had told her. Its curved blade was good fo

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.