Obtained A Mythic Item Novels & Stories

I did not know how to pose my question and kept stuttering for a long time. In the end, Jorvan finished wiping down the table and said, “Just cook more good food tomorrow. You’ll be fine.” He casually took out a hammer from his pocket and put it in my hand. Then, he left. Instantly, there was a notification from the system. [Player has received a special item: An NPC hammer. It can withstand one S-Rank attack.] That night, I was thinking hard about what to make for the fifth day of the game.

“ . . . I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. The sky is much clearer than last night. It was so clear that it was already morning time. Yawning, the view of where I was was covered with a notification popping. [Daily quest, day two: Run around the building for 50 times. If the task fails, a corresponding punishment will be given] I currently have 10 harto. We all bought cups and chopsticks to eat the noodles that I cooked. That is when I learned that Migo bought those daggers that he is using from the harto that he received. As for Saypher, I believe he has lots of harto in him. After all, his sword was given for free. Even if it cost millions of harto if one could say. How envious.

All of them were precious and bidding prices began to soar. After waiting for almost an hour and thinking that this was probably a waste of time, they announced that the next bidding item was a relic, the Obsidian Key. I forced away the satisfied smirk that threatened. Lora had the first third of the keys—the remaining two were said to have been destroyed. Anything with the power to transform Dhampirs into vampires and humans into demons wouldn’t be so easy to acquire and I could see everyone gawking with eager eyes. But this would make Lora infinitely happy.

“Oh, you’re finally back. Congratulations on completing the main quest. I’m still a few steps behind, and I might have to fight the Fairy Queen after all because they really hate me even though I’m doing my best to reduce fairy trafficking.” The obedience potion was not difficult to create. Milda sold those readily because many adventurers bought them, and Damian traded ten credits for them, not that Zen minded how the engineer spent his money. Damian could afford to spend those credits because there was a renewal quest that paid up to one hundred credits a day. According to the cyborg, he talked to the baron who was not hanging by his underwear in the town square. The game was glitching tha

Finally, after an arduous fight, I managed to find an opening and strike a final blow. The creature fell defeated at my feet, his body turning into dust. As the dust dissipated, the sacred artifact was revealed before me. It was a relic of incomparable power, emitting an aura of divine energy. With trembling hands, I reached him and felt a comforting heat involve me.

I didn't wait a single second before hopping into the air and catching a running rabbit at the far end of the shrub clearing. My claws digging into its soft flesh as the animal continued making desperate sounds of pain. I stood up, clutching the animal tightly and raising it up a little so he could see, I placed a hand on my waist, my breaths coming out short and exhausted. Nerien only returned a dagger back in its sheath, turning and walking away. [DING] Mission Complete, Host! Reward: +10 SP, +1 meat seasoning, +1 frying pan. Items stored in system inventory and can be taken out whenever you want to.

“We need to find a way to access it without triggering any traps.” Harley examined the altar closely, his expression thoughtful. “There must be a specific sequence or method to unlock it. Let’s be methodical and careful.” With careful precision, Harley and Marinetta worked together to decipher the symbols and unlock the mechanism protecting the artifact. The process was slow and painstaking, but their combined expertise eventually paid off. The altar revealed a hidden compartment containing a beautifully crafted artifact—a crystal imbued with ancient magic. “This is it,” Marinetta said, her voice filled with relief. “We’ve secured the first artifact. Let’s get it back to the camp and continu

TAKEN intro poem SHE FOUND IT HARD TO RESIST HIM, AND NEITHER DID HER WEDDING RING. PEOPLE CALLED IT CHEATING SHE CALLED HIM A MEANINGFUL TOOL. A BLISSFUL MARRIAGE WITH A MASCULINE ATTRACTION. WHAT A DISTRACTION! "NO ONE HAS TO KNOW" HE SAID TO HER TOO. TAKEN middle poem SHE WAS STUCK BETWEEN TWO THINGS: SEDUCTION AND MARRIAGE

The clash of steel. And beneath it all, I felt something else. Power. Ancient and terrible and achingly familiar. Maya. Her bloodline had fully awakened. I could sense it like a beacon, calling to something deep in my own corrupted blood. Three hundred years my family had searched for this. Had hunted the Moon Goddess touched. Had tried to capture and control them. And I had held that power in my arms. Had loved it. Had destroyed it through my own cruelty and obsession. "My lord." Marcus pointed toward the collapsed western wall. "There. We can enter through the breach."

“Did you not see the fear in his eyes, even as he convulsed around us? Even as he came apart in our arms?” “Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac,” Damon interjected, his voice cold, hard. “It sharpens the senses. It makes the surrender all the more profound. He was ours. He *is* ours. And he will be found.” He paced the room, his mind already racing, calculating. This was not a loss; it was a temporary misplacement. A challenge.