Swords & Potions 소설 & 이야기

Darryl shook his head with an indifferent expression as he thought, ‘I shouldn’t have used the Celestial Swordsmanship on a couple of worthless thieves. “You’re awesome!” Jewel came to her senses and could not help but cheer joyfully. Her eyes fell on the Blood Drinking Sword in Darryl’s hands as she asked in astonishment, “Darryl, your sword…” The Blood Drinking Sword swiftly absorbed the bandits’ blood before it started shining blue. The Blood Drinking Sword would level up whenever it absorbed human blood. Weapons could be divided into seven categories—Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet with each category consisting of 5 levels.

The wood of the walls looks old and moldy. There is a chimney, but there's no smoke. I glance through the windows and see no one. Someone lives here alone in the shadows. A hermit type of lifestyle. There is wood beside the chimney. Papers upon a table. The living room couch has the silhouette of a person's body marked on it. On the wall behind the couch, there are swords. Rows and rows of weapons alike. Knives, daggers, athames, antique swords. Some have crystal incrustations. Emerald, ruby, sapphire, diamonds. Others have stones. Quartz, agate, tiger's eye. Each one is different. Each one lethal. I hear the door opening. I take a step back. I'm too close to the house, to the window. Someon

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

0** *(Thunder Crown Forged – Soulbound)* - **Type:** Legendary Katana (Evolves w/ User) - **Damage:** 15,000-25,000 Base (Scales w/ Storm Charge: +10,000/sec) - **Special:** - **Lightning Drink:** Absorbs any energy attack; converts to user MP (+200% efficiency). - **Storm Spit:** Releases absorbed power as targeted cataclysm (Drowns Gods; AoE: 10km). - **Deep Script Edge:** Cuts contracts, souls, realities (Ignores 100% Immortal Resistance). - **Crown Synergy:** +500% vs. Death Lords/Underworld (Post-Xibalba Upgrade). - **Passive:** User immune to blade backlash; sings when blood is near. - **Durability:** Indestructible (Self-Repairs via Thunder)

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

The spell Books contain a low-level Healing spell {Mend Touch}, able to heal any small wound using mana (Evaluation: Quite valuable, it's the same effect as consuming a normal level healing potion). "...What about the Potions?..". […it was self-explanatory isn't it?....there's even a label on each vial..]. "Wow, I'm just asking though…forget it, I just use {Identify} myself..". The only thing that was left was the rusted sword and the weird black ring. For some reason, the sword and the ring exuded a strong aura as my hand come closer to it, as both of the items were in my hand the black rust came off like sand revealing a beautiful metallic surface, the rusted sword became shiny and sharp t

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

“That explains so much.” Papa continued, passing out each item slowly. A whip-sword that looks like it was made out of an ancient and holy vines and silver-thorned bramble for Aya. A curved bone-saw blade for Sari that looks like it was owned by the devil himself. A silver-inlaid stave carved with moons for Lily. She cradled it like it was a baby bear. “This one has a name,” she whispered. “I can feel it.” I wasn’t surprised. Lily had always been strangely good at naming things that should be nameless.