Lysander stared at the glowing text that read [System Points: 5]. He hesitated, his finger hovering over the screen. He sensed that spending them rashly might be a mistake.
"System," he asked, his voice calm but curious. "Explain the true purpose of these points. Are they merely to increase my strength, or do they serve a different function?"
[Master, Free Stat Points are a finite resource. While they can be used to enhance your physical attributes, they possess a far greater value]
Lysander paused. "Greater value? Explain."
[Clarification: The Demon God's Treasury.]
[These points act as the premium currency for the System Shop. Within the Shop, you can purchase items that cannot be found in this world: S-Rank Skill Books, Recovery Elixirs, Forbidden Spells, and Artifacts]
Lysander's interest piqued. "A store that sells power? That sounds useful."
He waved his hand dismissively. "Fine. Open the Shop. Let me see what I can buy with 5 points."
[Command Acknowledged. Accessing Shop Interface...]
Bzzt.
The blue screen flickered, turning grey. A heavy, rusted chain graphic appeared over the interface, locking it tight.
[Access Denied.]
[Feature: System Shop is currently LOCKED.]
[Status: Sealed]
[Unlock Requirement: Reach Level 10 & Complete the Class Change Quest]
Lysander clicked his tongue in annoyance
"Of course. Nothing comes easy, does it?"
He looked back at his points. "So, I have a choice. Use them now to survive the jungle, or save them for the future to buy something god-like."
Lysander was deep in thought, staring at the [Free Stat Points] and calculating the best way to distribute them. He reached out, his finger inches away from assigning points to his Agility.
Ding!
A sharp, urgent chime resonated through his skull, freezing his hand in mid-air. The System's voice cut through the silence, sounding almost impatient.
[Alert: Unclaimed Reward Detected.]
[Halt, Master. You are proceeding too quickly.]
[In your focus on the statistics, you have overlooked the most significant asset of your achievement.]
A golden icon flashed violently in the corner of his vision, pulsing with a divine rhythm.
[You have not yet opened the SSS-Rank Mystery Box.]
Lysander blinked, pulling his hand back.
Ah... right.
The box.
He turned his gaze to the inventory slot where the item sat, radiating an ominous yet alluring energy. In the chaos of his evolution, he had almost forgotten the prize that defied the laws of this world.
Lysander stared at the translucent blue grid floating in the air. In the very first slot, the SSS-Rank Mystery Box sat quietly, glowing with a miniature version of its golden aura.
A low, dry chuckle escaped his throat as he dragged a hand down his face.
"I completely forgot..." he whispered, shaking his head. "I possess a Inventory."
He looked at his own hands, a mix of amusement and disbelief crossing his features.
"I was prepared to haul my rewards on my back like a common beast of burden," he muttered, a self-deprecating smirk forming.
"I have been so consumed by the struggle for survival that I overlooked the most convenient tool in my arsenal."
He reached out, his fingers grazing the holographic interface.
"A pocket dimension that defies the laws of physics," he mused, his eyes gleaming. "No weight. No boundaries. Hidden from the world"
His gaze locked onto the golden box icon again.
"I need to stop thinking like a mortal," he said, his voice hardening. "I am something else now."
He tapped the icon. [Retrieve]
The golden box sat in his palm, vibrating with an energy that made the air around it hum. Lysander took a steadying breath, his new heart—stronger and colder—beating rhythmically against his ribs.
"Let us witness the tools of a god," he whispered.
He flipped the latch.
There was no blinding flash of holy light. Instead, the cave was plunged into sudden, suffocating darkness. The golden box didn't just open; it dissolved, collapsing into a swirling vortex of shadows that spun violently in his hand.
The temperature dropped freezing cold. The shadows elongated, twisting into a solid form, birthing the weapon from the void.
Lysander reached into the swirling darkness and gripped the hilt.
HUMMM.
A deep, resonant sound, like the tolling of a funeral bell, echoed in his mind. The darkness snapped away, revealing the blade.
It was magnificent. And terrifying.
[Visual Description: The Blade of the Abyss]
It was a Greatsword, easily five feet in length, yet balanced perfectly in his evolved hand.
[The Material The blade was not made of steel or iron. It appeared to be forged from a shard of solidified midnight. It was pitch-black, a matte surface that didn't reflect light but seemed to absorb it. Looking closely at the blade felt like staring into a deep, endless well]
[The Edge Along the razor-sharp cutting edge, a faint, malevolent crimson glow pulsed dimly, like magma trapped beneath obsidian rock. It looked hungry]
[The Craftsmanship The crossguard was jagged, resembling the hardened claws of an ancient beast gripping a dark, spherical gemstone in the center—a gemstone that looked eerily like a sleeping dragon's eye. The hilt was wrapped in a strange, cold leather that felt like scaled skin]
It didn't look like it was forged by a hammer. It looked like it had been ripped from the nightmares of a dying world.
Ding!
A massive System window materialized, glowing with a dangerous crimson light, detailing the weapon's terrifying potential.
[GOD-TIER ARMAMENT ACQUIRED]
[Basic Information]
[Name: Erebos]
[Rank: SSS]
[Category: Cursed Greatsword]
[Durability: Absolute Eternal (Immutable)
[Current Stats (Stage 1)]
[Attack Power: 150 +] (User Strength x 5)
[Armor Penetration: 30%] (Ignores 30% of enemy defense)
[Special Effect: The blade inflicts "Cursed Wounds" that cannot be healed by low-tier magic or potions]
[UNIQUE ABILITIES]
[Passive: Soul Drinker](The Hunger)
[The sword is alive, and it thirsts for life]
[Effect: Every successful kill restores 10% of the User's Health and Mana]
[Note: The stronger the soul consumed, the greater the restoration]
[Passive: Sovereign's Grasp](The Bond)
[Effect -The blade acknowledges allegiance to a singular Master: You]
[To the Master: It feels lighter than a feather, acting as a seamless extension of your own body]
[To Others: ABSOLUTELY IMMOVABLE]
[No entity in existence—be it a Mortal, Demon, or God—can lift, wield, or shift this blade. If another attempts to move it, the weapon remains fixed in space as if anchored to the fabric of reality itself. The earth beneath them may shatter, but the sword will not budge a single millimeter]
[Effect to Master: To the registered owner, it weighs almost nothing, allowing for lightning-fast strikes despite its size]
[GROWTH MECHANISM (UPGRADE PATH)]
[This weapon is not upgraded at a blacksmith. It must be fed. It grows by devouring powerful essences]
[Current Stage: 1] (Awakened)
[Next Stage Requirement: The sword must consume the souls of]
[Target: Harvest 50 Souls] (Any Rank).
[Warning: As the weapon evolves, its hunger increases.]
Lysander read the details, his eyes reflecting the grim red glow of the blade's edge.
A weapon that heals him when he kills. A weapon that no one else can lift. A weapon that demands slaughter to become stronger.
"It's perfect," Lysander whispered, a chilling smile spreading across his face. He gave the greatsword a test swing. It sliced through the air silently, leaving a faint trail of black mist behind it.
"You are hungry, aren't you?" he murmured to the blade. He looked toward the mouth of the cave, toward the deadly jungle outside.
"Let's go feed you."