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The most eye-catching letter was wrapped in dark golden paper, sealed with a red Blackstone stamp.
Greetings, Sir Garen!
Due to the unpredictable weather, the academy has decided to suspend classes until mid-next month. However, during the recent assessment, you have demonstrated exceptional abilities. After careful consideration, your probation period is hereby concluded, and I officially appoint you as the Fighting Spirit instructor at Blackstone Academy!
By the way, I heard from Black Duncan that you participated in the pre-winter Hunting operation. As the mayor, I must remind you that this is a very dangerous endeavor! I hope you can return safely!
Lastly, winter is approaching; please take care to keep warm!
—Tutulu.
Following Mayor Tutulu's letter was an envelope from Black Duncan.
Compared to the mayor's exquisite and delicate traditional handwriting, Black Duncan's was much more hasty and careless, seemingly unconcerned with the aesthetics of his writing, as if he was merely conveying words—
Sir Garen!
A few days ago, I heard from a friend who is a bounty hunter that a warrior carrying a giant sword joined the Blazing Fire Squad and participated in this year's pre-winter Hunting operation. If I'm not mistaken, it must be you!
To be frank, the Beast Mountain Range is not a good place; even the mightiest of heroes could meet their demise there... Uh, please don't misunderstand; I'm not questioning your strength. I just think... well, it seems my clumsy tongue doesn't express itself well.
In any case, you must return safely!
—Black Duncan.
The third letter was also signed by Black Duncan.
However, this one arrived five days after the previous letter. It was evident that Black Duncan was very concerned about Garen's safety and feared for his well-being in the mountains.
Subsequent letters—fourth, fifth, and up to the seventh—were all sent by Black Duncan as well.
Thinking of Black Duncan's loyal and sincere face, Garen couldn't help but smile.
It was worth mentioning that, besides Tutulu and Black Duncan, quite a few Novices had sent letters as well, such as Rookie Squad Leader Layton, Novice Vice Leader Rody, and the chubby Lanya among others.
However, they were unaware that Garen had gone to the Beast Mountain Range, and most of the letters contained New Year wishes.
Garen pondered for a moment and then wrote a few replies at the dining table. By afternoon, he entrusted a part-time youth on the street to help deliver the letters.
Sunlight streamed in through the window.
After a night of recovery, the toxins in Garen's body had mostly been expelled; only his hands and feet occasionally felt numb, but these were not major issues and would fade in a few days.
Sitting on a simple four-cornered stool, Garen suddenly realized something.
The Venomfang Blade was a quasi-Second Rank weapon, and Leilin's Level 4 flames could not have destroyed it, so it should have been preserved. But where did it go? If it had fallen into Sharg or Leilin's hands, they would have likely mentioned it.
Could it be...
Garen paused for a moment and immediately summoned the System Panel.
[Host: Garen]
[Level: Level 5 Fighting Spirit (Low-level Warrior)]
[Ability Skills:
Fatal Strike: First Level skill. Can dash out 20 meters instantly and deal double damage to the target, along with a short-term silence effect.
Courage: First Level skill. Can summon a rune shield that absorbs up to 10% of damage for 3 minutes.]
[Talent Skills:]
Fearless Spirit: When activated, it enhances the host's persuasive power and deeply awakens the courage of the listeners.
**Items:** Stormblade (rank unknown due to being in a dormant state), Watchtower Blueprint, Venomfang Blade (approximately Second Rank).
**Physical Evaluation:** An excellent low-level warrior. Exceptional in the use of Fighting Spirit, with vitality, recovery, defense, and resilience combined being 3.6 times that of an ordinary level 5 warrior.
Indeed!
The Venomfang Blade was "stolen" by the Holy War System!
Garen shook his head in amusement and then took out the Venomfang Blade. Back in the Serpent's Lair, he hadn’t had the chance to examine this weapon closely, and only now did he realize that although the Venomfang Blade resembled a fang, it was significantly different.
Under the cover of a green aura, the pristine blade was adorned with intricate patterns that resembled a delicate magic circle, faintly visible while emanating a cold and powerful Fighting Spirit. Just touching it caused a slight numbness in Garen's fingers.
What should he do with it? Garen had no intention of using it as a weapon. For a qualified warrior, a weapon is akin to a second life, and this blade, with its potent toxicity and chilling aura, clearly did not align with Garen's path.
Moreover, if Jarvan IV and Zhao Xin found out about this, they would undoubtedly mock him mercilessly!
At that moment, the mechanical voice of the System echoed.
**[After evaluation by the System, the item “Venomfang Blade” is classified as a rare type of Second Rank, activated by three hundred forty-one years' cycle of magic star stone and infused with the bloodline of the magical beast “Three-Eyed Demon Python”. It possesses considerable auxiliary value in terms of toxicity strength, aesthetic appreciation, and combat effectiveness!]**
Garen paused for a moment before feeling relieved. Since the Venomfang Blade was the greatest work of that mage, the materials used must be incredibly precious.
The voice of the System continued.
**[Statistics show that there are approximately one thousand two hundred forty-seven methods to utilize the item Venomfang Blade. After multiple screenings, the final best usage plan is—devour!]**
A twitch appeared at the corner of Garen's mouth.
If he heard correctly, the System was suggesting that he eat the Venomfang Blade? What kind of joke was that! This Toxic Blade, when merely piercing through Garen's chest, had nearly killed him on the spot!
The object possessed a high concentration of Fighting Spirit essence, and its proper use could help the host rapidly enhance their Fighting Spirit... Beep Beep Beep! The identification report is complete!
Garen remained skeptical about the System's suggestion of "devouring," but just moments ago, he had clearly heard one word—reasonable.
After pondering for a while, Garen picked up a cup from the dining table and positioned the Venomfang Blade vertically above the rim. With a slight push of his fingertip, golden Fighting Spirit slowly enveloped the Toxic Blade. At that moment, the intricate magical patterns began to glow simultaneously.
It took twenty minutes for these magical patterns to finally dim. Then, tiny white particles began to fall, and under the cutting influence of the golden Fighting Spirit, these particles were minuscule. Upon contact with the Clear Water, they emitted a faint sizzling sound.
The cool water instantly turned into boiling water!
As the pile of white powder dissolved into the liquid, Garen quickly withdrew his hand and set the Venomfang Blade aside before taking a gulp.
Immediately, Garen felt the surge of Fighting Spirit within him, akin to a starving wanderer discovering bread, ravenously absorbing the nutrients from the Clear Water!
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, Garen's heart raced violently twice!
Before Garen's Fighting Spirit could fully absorb the nutrients, the white powder enveloped in Clear Water began to tremble violently, exploding like thunder with resounding bangs that unleashed waves of impact, tearing through Garen's Qi Xuan!
Garen's body shook violently, nearly causing him to faint. He gripped the edge of the dining table tightly as he heard cracking sounds; the corners of the table were being crushed under his grip!
His breathing became increasingly labored as dizziness, nausea, numbness, and pain assaulted him... various negative sensations flooded in all at once. For an ordinary person, enduring even half a minute would be nearly impossible! Even Garen was losing consciousness at this moment, his eyes turning bloodshot!
Five minutes... ten minutes... twenty minutes...
Finally, after half an hour had passed, the explosions of white powder ceased. Emerging from the torment of pain, Garen found himself drenched in cold sweat, overwhelmed by an extreme sense of exhaustion.
Garen exhaled forcefully and then fainted.
At that moment, a cold voice echoed around him.
Everything gained must come at an equal cost, and only those who are truly brave deserve this honor! Congratulations, Host, on successfully using the Venomfang Blade! Congratulations on being promoted to Level 6 Warrior!
Congratulations, Host, on acquiring a new skill: Judgment!
...
...
When Garen woke up, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, unable to even lift his arms. He only remembered that before losing consciousness, the System seemed to have said something.
He opened the System Panel to take a look.
Host: Garen
Level: Level 6 Fighting Spirit (Low-level Warrior)
Ability Skills:
Fatal Strike: First Level skill. Allows the user to dash 20 meters instantly and deal double damage to the target, along with a short-term silence effect.
Courage: First Level skill. Summons a rune shield that can absorb up to 10% of damage for a duration of 3 minutes.
Judgment: First Level skill. Activates Stormblade, causing a devastating effect that can be used to dispel evil forces.
Talent Skill:
Fearless Spirit: When activated, it enhances the host's persuasive power, deeply awakening the courage of listeners.
Items: Stormblade (rank unknown due to being in a dormant state), Watchtower Blueprint, Venomfang Blade (approximately Second Rank).
Physical Evaluation: An excellent low-level warrior. Outstanding in the application of Fighting Spirit, with vitality, recovery ability, defense, and resilience being 4.7 times that of an ordinary Level 6 Warrior.
"Judgment..."
Garen took note of this new skill before shifting his focus back to himself.
Although the recent experience had been incredibly torturous, it undeniably confirmed Garen's suspicions. The only reason his body struggled to endure was due to the overwhelming corrosiveness of the Toxic Blade.
Recalling the level of pain he had endured, even Garen couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.
Of course, this did not mean Garen would change his mind; in some ways, it only fueled his fighting spirit.
In the following week, Garen consumed the Toxic Blade every few days. Due to the lingering toxins from the Venomfang Blade, each use required him to spend time recovering afterward.
After enduring multiple rounds of painful torment, Garen's rate of power enhancement was nothing short of terrifying.
On a morning a week later, Garen received two letters.
The first was from Leilin. According to her letter, she had successfully sold the Three-Eyed Demon Python, and the profits were quite astonishing. Just from that pile of python scales alone, she had made 1,200 gold coins, and the old scales recently shed by the magical python fetched another 400 gold coins.
Adding it all up, it amounted to over 1,800 gold coins. As per their previous agreement, Leilin would take a portion for herself, but even so, Garen would still receive around 1,500 gold coins—a substantial sum.
Naturally, such a large amount of gold could not be sent directly. Leilin had stored it in the Black Gold Loft and affixed the key to open the loft on the back of the letter.
Garen had heard about the Black Gold Loft from Black Duncan. It was said to be a renowned storage guild on the continent where one could access their services by paying a fee. Over the years, there had never been a single theft reported at the Black Gold Loft, ensuring its safety.
The second letter was from Black Duncan.
After receiving Garen's reply, Black Duncan finally felt at ease. This letter was an invitation for Garen to join him for drinks at Iron Fist Tavern in three days.
After reading this letter, Garen chuckled and shook his head.
He certainly did not believe that Black Duncan was inviting him for drinks simply because winter was approaching.
If I’m not mistaken, it should be about Dostodoro.
……
……
The pitch-black night enveloped the land.
On the outskirts of Blackstone Town to the southwest, seven or eight women's corpses lay scattered, their naked bodies stiffened by the cold wind.
“Did I kill the wrong one again…”
Baloo sat on one of the female corpses, stroking his chin and saying, “It seems the rumors are true, brother. The legendary Heart of Agou is indeed on her!”
The surroundings were silent, with no one else in sight except for Baloo.
After half a minute, Baloo scratched his head and broke into an inexplicable grin.
“Right… If it weren’t for the Heart of Agou, you wouldn’t be unable to act…”
Then, Baloo glanced at the cheek of a middle-aged female corpse, as if recalling a certain last word he had just heard, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
“However… it seems I’m about to find her! This little mouse hiding away!”
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