Capítulo 27: 27: Acquiring a Cursed weapon!
"Open the doors!" Val commanded.
"Yes, Master Val."
Richard removed the seals on the entrance of the Terrace of Darkness before pushing open the heavy doors.
Whoosh!
Immediately, a gust of eerie black wind rushed out, swarming around them like a swarm of spectral bats. Richard, along with the other guards, shivered as an innate fear surged from deep within their hearts.
However, despite being in the same shoes as them, Val remained undeterred and unyielding in the face of the corruptive force of the Terrace.
He fought it off with sheer will alone and confidently stepped into the gloomy environment of the terrace.
Immediately, a monotone system notification rang in his mind.
[Entering: Terrace of Darkness. Caution is advised due to high corruption levels.]
Val heard the warning from one ear and let it out of the other. He ignored it. After all, because of his Unfeeling Trait, he was immune to corruption.
Inside the Terrace, it was as dark as the abyss. A normal person would be blinded the second they step foot inside this place, but that wasn't the case for Val. Having the Nocturnal Vision Trait, his eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness.
Everything shrouded in darkness became clear to him.
As he ventured deeper into the Terrace of Darkness, he saw an assortment of cursed artifacts, some scattered on the ground, some displayed on dusty wooden shelves. Their tags showcased their ranks and effects.
Val didn't even bother glancing at the artifacts that didn't look like a weapon. The thing is, he wasn't looking for just any artifact; he sought a weapon, preferably a sword.
Suddenly, a peculiar sight caught his eye.
He noticed a sword pulsing with dark energy. Its resting place was a small, isolated pedestal at the far end of the room. The force of corruption emanating from it was discernible, thick and heavy, strong enough to drive the mentally weak to insanity instantly.
Most interestingly, it lacked a tag!
This indicated that no one from the Whitemore family had managed to wield it, likely due to its immense corruptive force.
"This is certainly more than a rank 4 cursed artifact," Val mused.
In the Whitemore Family, the majority of Bloodline Users could only handle rank-5 cursed weapons.
Joshua, the family head, had managed to control a rank-3 artifact.
Even Val's elder brother had subdued a rank-3 weapon like his father before he ventured out of the stronghold to form a mercenary group with his companions, seeking expansion.
Val was determined not to be overshadowed by them. Not to mention, he had obtained this opportunity in exchange for two precious Blood Purifying Herbs. He was determined to make the best use of this opportunity and obtain this weapon that seems to be above rank-4 no matter what the cost.
His ambition blazed like a fire in his heart, urging him to step forward in his pursuit of power.
Approaching a cursed weapon that was literally leaking corruption was an impossible task for most individuals, but Val was far from ordinary. His unfeeling trait made him immune to the fear and pain that the force of corruption usually instilled in one's heart and body!
Although the sword was trying to corrupt him, he remained unaffected.
Step by step, he approached the sword.
He reached out, his hand wrapping around the hilt, attempting to pull it free from the pedestal.
[Ding! Cursed Artifact submission in progress...]
[The Cursed Artifact has started to resist!]
The sword resisted, amplifying its output of corruption in response to his efforts to capture it.
It was doing its best to harm him, but to its dismay, Val remained unaffected, as unmoving as a mountain. It seemed like even if the sky crumbled apart and fell, he would still not be terrified. It seemed like nothing in this world could make him feel fear or pain!
"You're coming with me!" Val declared with an air of authority. With a firm and powerful tug, he pulled the sword out of the pedestal. Simultaneously, the aura of corruption dissipated as if erased by an unseen hand.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have subdued the Cursed Artifact!]
The weapon, now subdued, rested in his grasp like a docile pet, its former defiance replaced by an air of belonging as if it had always been meant to be there.
The next step was establishing a bond with the subdued cursed artifact.
He knew that a bond between a bloodline user and a devil Knowing that a bond could be formed through a blood exchange, he pricked his finger, allowing a droplet of his blood to fall on the hilt of the sword.
[Connection Established. You have become the owner of the rank-3 Cursed Weapon called the Aquarius Sword.]
Immediately, a connection was formed between the two of them.
The Aquarius Sword enhanced his Strength and Reflexes enhanced by 4 and 2 points respectively. It was as if the weapon had become a part of Val!
Simultaneously, it transmitted a bunch of information directly into Val's mind through the connection they shared.
It was due to this that he discovered a unique trait of the Aquarius Sword.
It held the ability to ingest liquids, only to expel them when it was full, expel them as concentrated, high-pressure arcs, potent enough to slice through steel as though it were mere sludge!
Val smiled triumphantly, "I have gained another strong trump card."
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Capítulo 28: 28: A crazy surge in Mad points!
Having claimed the Cursed Weapon, Val turned to exit the Terrace of Darkness. However, upon reaching the door, he discovered it was securely locked.
Val wasn't taken aback by this minor inconvenience. He simply curled his hand into a fist, ready to knock to alert the guard outside that he was locked inside the terrace.
He struck the door once.
The knock was clear and resounding, echoing throughout the quiet, eerie space like a sentinel's drumbeat.
Wa! Mommy!
The unexpected sound jolted the guards stationed outside. It was an unexpected interruption to the heavy silence that had previously reigned. It caused their hearts to pound rhythmically against their chests, each beat as loud as the knock itself.
They were terrified. After all, Val had barely been inside for five minutes. An ordinary man would have hardly had time to even glance upon a cursed artifact, much less gain control over one. The notion that he could be ready to leave so soon was unfathomable.
They couldn't help but think that something otherworldly had caused that knock. The thought sent a chill down their cowardly spines!
Richard gulped his fear and called out, "Who's there?"
His voice was wavering with tension, showcasing that he was as terrified as everyone, but even then he still dared to do what was necessary.
"Who else could it be but me?" Val's cool voice penetrated the thick door, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Hurry up and open the door, Richard."
"Give me a moment, Master Val," Richard hastily replied, his trembling hands fumbling with the seal.
Feeling guilty, others also joined in
Under the influence of the corruptive force of the terrace, they had inadvertently locked Young Master Val within the Terrace of Darkness. The realization dawned upon Richard and the others, and their heart seemed to sink to their stomach!
Their hands, now slick with sweat, slipped as they tried to break the seal.
Finally, after a few tense moments, the door creaked open, revealing the young man.
Val stepped out of the Terrace of Darkness, his hand gripping the hilt of an enigmatic sword that seemed to be pulsating with something sinister, a sheen of black covering its icy, cold surface.
A single look at it, and they were able to tell that it was a Cursed Weapon.
The sight was astounding enough to make the jaws of the guards of the Terrace of Darkness drop. Not just that, but their eyes also bulged so wide that it seemed they might just pop out of their sockets with a simple pat on their back.
They stared at Val in shock, their minds unable to process the surreal scene unfolding before them.
The young man, who they once dismissed as a mere normie, was now holding a Cursed Weapon that not even the most talented youngster of their Whitemore family could wield without immense struggle.
It was a sight they'd never expected to witness!
"I...I must be seeing things," stuttered one of the guards, his hand aggressively rubbing at his eyes as if the act would erase the spectacle before him.
"What on earth?" Terry exclaimed, his shock momentarily causing him to forget the throbbing pain in his broken wrist. His eyes almost seemed to bulge from their sockets as he gaped at Val in utter disbelief.
Guard Richards, on the other hand, remained mute. His mouth hung agape, but words eluded him. He brought a trembling hand to his forehead, rubbing it vigorously as if the gesture could wipe away a troubling illusion.
"You...you've..." Terry stammered, his shaky finger pointing at the sword in Val's grasp. "How... that's... that's impossible! I must be hallucinating," he gasped, slapping his own cheeks in a futile attempt to wake from what he hoped was a dream.
Meanwhile, having failed to snap out of his supposed dream, Richard pinched his arm. The biting pain served as a sharp reminder of reality.
"It's...it's real..." he whispered, mostly to himself, "...even the family patriarch needed five hours to subdue a rank-3 cursed artifact... but Young Master Val... he did it in mere minutes. How can that be?"
+10 Mad Points!
+20 Mad Points!
+40 Mad Points!
A pleasing alert echoed in Val's mind.
He realized that he can easily earn mad points by giving others a shock of their life. He decided to do more shocking deeds in the future!
'In their bewilderment lies my fortune.' Val thought as a slight, icy smile graced his lips.
As he smiled, a wave of chill went down the spines of the onlookers. They misread his expression, assuming he was upset about being locked inside. However, his glee was due to the rise in his Mad Points, which had now hit the hundred mark.
He promptly exchanged them for a stat point.
"Nothing is impossible for me." Val declared, his voice cool and composed, as he walked away.
The guards, who were at a loss for words, were left behind. The entire event seemed to have struck them mute, their minds failing to comprehend how Val had accomplished such a feat of subduing a cursed weapon in minutes.
"A mere youngster handling a Cursed Weapon with such ease... it's unheard of. Is... is this the true power of the Whitemore bloodline?" the guards of the terrace stammered as they watched him go away.
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