"You're telling me you preferred that guy? I 'm a thousand times better than him—and that's me being modest."
The fan shuddered, and the wind grew wilder, tearing at my shadow armor in a desperate, useless struggle.
Then a notification flashed into my view.
[Host, would you like to conquer and dominate the celestial weapon completely and transfer its power to your spear?]
[Yes / No]
I didn't answer right away.
'Will it get destroyed?'
[Affirmative]
If I transferred it into my spear, the fan would be gone for good. Reduced to scrap, swallowed whole.
And honestly? It stung a lot just thinking about it. This thing could fight on its own at an S‑Rank level. It had to be worth a fortune.
It has the kind of value that surpassed monetary instrument—rare resources, back‑room favors, doors opening where they normally stayed welded shut.
"Hm," I hummed, the pros and cons crashing into my head.
