“Phew.”
Tsss... Tsssss….
Amber spread across the field due to the aftereffects of the Inferno Abyss.
This was a view that no one would have thought came from a one-on-one battle.
“That was the toughest goblin I’ve ever faced.”
Vulcan put his Pure Lightning Blade into its sheath and reflected on the battle.
In fact, using the Inferno Abyss whimsically was not an ideal move. He should have saved that skill and the mana required as a last resort.
However, using the Inferno Abyss for the first time so proficiently satisfied Vulcan.
When his thoughts reached that stage, Vulcan felt discontented.
“I can’t believe I’m overjoyed because I can battle five goblins.”
Vulcan was dumbfounded.
Vulcan approached the corpse of Goblin Mukushu, which was burnt to the core and had collapsed into halves.
Vulcan picked up a weapon radiating a crimson light from the corpse, and checked its stats.
[ Legendary Weapon – Falchion of the Amplifier ]
Stamina: 50/50
Berserker Type Enforcement Skill: +1
*Falchion used by Goblin Mukushu the Wandering Warrior. Allows the user to use Berserk mode to temporarily obtain higher skill points.
“…!”
Vulcan was speechless in his astonishment.
It had similar attack and stamina stats as the Pure Lightning Blade, but it had two additional enchantments on it. The enforcement skill was a staggering +2 even.
A superb weapon.
He was not a warrior class who was fueled by physical strength. Instead, he was a thunder/destructive fire mage type who relied on mana, and that meant he could not use the weapon to its full potential.
Although he cannot use it at the moment to its full potential, there may be a time when it may come to be useful to him.
“Eagle of the lightning, mana armor.”
Vulcan used his detection and protection skills to enter his defensive mode.
A quest that expired without any notice from the SYSTEM transceiver, a new map, and a level 90 goblin unknown to him even after 5 years of travelling.
3. Level 122 merchant
Despite Vulcan’s concerns, he did not encounter any monsters on the way to his destination. He walked for 2 hours in tension.
Beloong city did not appear to be like any other place he had seen. It was a fortressed city surrounded by a high rampart with a control tower placed in between that seemed to be able to hold an army of soldiers. Behind the walls was a moat, which led to the sizable city.
Perhaps the city was not as populated as he thought. Vulcan was the only one entering the city.
The sentry looked up and examined Vulcan, then quickly went back to taking his afternoon nap.
However, the armor he was wearing appeared pretty decent. Maybe the city was strong enough to let a wanderer in without caution.
‘Works fine with me.’
Sometimes, sentries would provoke a quarrel. Vulcan did not mind entering the city like this.
“Wow!”
Vulcan dazed in admiration.
Streets were fitted perfectly together like flawless bricks. Unlike other cities, litter and pollution were nowhere to be found.
After close examination, it turned out to be the city direction board. The shopping district, the innkeeper, sundries, and main buildings were all labeled.
‘I guess I won’t need to ask anybody where things are.”
Thanking the existence of the board, Vulcan decided to head towards the shopping district. Ideally, you would first go to the inn to obtain more information for your next step. But Vulcan felt a strong urge to see what was on the market after seeing the wealth of the residents.
The shopping district was completely different from what Vulcan had imagined.
The rest of the district was full of merchants that sold on the streets.
He stopped at a display stand where he randomly chose, and began to examine his items.
A dagger, a couple of rings and necklaces were scattered on the mat, and it seemed they were not of good quality.
“May I have look?”
“Sure. It’s not like they’re gonna wear off by just lookin’. Take yer time. Ask any questions if ya wanna.”
The man spoke in a different language never heard of before on the Rubel continent. But the transceiver’s automated translator made it easy to communicate.
[ Level Restriction: Lv 80 ]
Attack: +81
Attack increased by 20% if backstabbed.
The unchanged enchantments and stats of the Assassination Dagger greeted him.
[ Level restriction: Lv 85 ]
Mana: +10
Dark Magic Type Efficiency: +5%
*A ring produced in masses for students working hard to become a dark mage. Created by a well-known wizard. Popular amongst beginners.
“What. Ya wanna buy it?”
Goblin Molar Ring, level restriction 77, normal weapon.
Normally, one would be required to slay either a boss monster or a special spawn on an open field to obtain one high-level item. It was beyond Vulcan’s imagination that he would come across four of them at a place that appeared to be a sundries stand.
‘What’s with the names and the grades!!”
It was unnatural for rare items of that grade to be named with such carelessness. There was no way anyone would flippantly name something that exceptional ‘Play-with-Fire Ring.’
Vulcan talked to the merchant.
“How did you obtain these items?”
Vulcan’s courteous question appeared to confuse the middle-aged man.
“Of course through monsta huntin’. Ya really don’t know?”
Encountering a goblin never seen nor heard of before, and then finding high-end items on a mere sundries stand.
Plus they were apparently simply obtained through monster hunting.
Vulcan studied the merchant.
But everything that happened today was bizarre. The goblin, the items.
Perhaps he could add one more to the list.
‘It’s not like I’m going to wear it out.’
Vulcan reached for his right pocket and held out his transceiver, using the Scan Ability on the merchant.
[ Third-rate Swordsman Jake ]
BOOOOM!!!!
Vulcan looked around involuntarily. Two men were raising their voices in an argument.
A bald man holding an iron mace over his shoulder and a man dressed in black shamanist gear fit for a martial arts novel were glaring at each other.
“I bought this first. Fuck off when you have the chance.”
“Well would you look at this idiot. Why are you getting in my way? Are all ‘Murim*’ small-fry as bitchy as you are?”
“I expected nothing from a muscle-brain ‘Powel’. Rough with the language as always. Hey mister. You want more money right? Let’s get this over and done with.”
TLN: Murim* a term used for people who are in the martial arts world.
Without warning, he swung his iron mace at the man in black robe.
CHNNNGGGG!!!
Before anyone's eyes could follow, a willow leaf saber* blocked the iron mace.
TLN: Willow leaf saber* This is a type of Chinese curved sword called Liu Ye Dao.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liuyedao
The man in black robes jumped back and created some distance with the recoil. Using his left hand, he draped the wooden necklace around his neck, and then withdrew another willow leaf saber from its sheath.
“Try that again if you want to die, Mr. Skinhead.”
Without the roaring from a moment before, the bald man held up his iron mace.
A smooth arc trailed behind the man as he left the city over the wall, and the bald man grounded his teeth before jumping too.
BOOOM!!!!!
Everyone watched the man with the iron mace flying out, creating a large depression on the district alley road, as he began chasing with great explosion.
The district went back to its peaceful state. Auctioning noises could be heard from here and there. It was just another day at the market.
As the bald man enveloped himself in blue flames, Vulcan instinctively scanned his abilities, then doing the same with the man in black robes.
Two windows with the abilities of the two men opened before Vulcan’s very eyes.
[ First-Class Fighter Fullvike ]
[ Lv 371 ]