Current Grade: Uncommon
Current Attributes:
Stamina: +5
Strength: +5
Defense: +5
Vitality: +5
Agility: +5
Intellect: +5
[Attacks have a 10% chance of ignoring the defense of the opponent]
[1st Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand rare grade or higher grade weapons]
[2nd Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand rare grade or higher grade herbs]
[3rd Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand rare grade or higher ores]
[4th Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand rare grade or higher gems]
[5th Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand elemental essences]
[6th Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand bloodlines]
[7th Seal: To break the seal, devour a thousand souls]
[8th Seal: N/A]
[9th Seal: N/A]
"No. Nothing is different." Liam's gaze lingered again on the details.
He then cautiously took out a unique weapon that he had prepared for this purpose and placed it on the rusty old sword.
The sword started to tremble a little and he immediately closed his eyes.
The next second, a loud roaring sound echoed in the garrison hall, but it did not last long. It disappeared just as it appeared.
Liam wondered if it was safe again and slightly peeked to see the rusty sword looking dull and lackluster. "I guess this is fine?"
Letting out a deep breath, he then patiently unloaded all of the herbs, ores, and weapons he had prepared for the sword.
He still did not have enough to meet the thousand mark but he was one-fifth of the way there.
Perhaps in a couple more weeks, he would even be able to lift the first three seals.
However, whether he should do that or not was now a completely different question.
"How did that guy manage these dragon souls?" Liam pondered.
That too he only saw three pairs of eyes, and his condition was already this bad.
The sword was said to contain the souls of a thousand dragons.
What would have happened if he had by chance sensed the souls of all thousand dragons?
Would he have become retarded right now?
Merely thinking about it was enough to make him sweat.
Just how terrifying was this sword and if the sword itself was so tyrannical what about the person who forged it?
Liam stared at the wall in front of him in a daze. He had only barely scratched the surface of power.
To get overconfident with just this was foolish. It would only lead to his doom and fall. There was still a long way for him to go.
Liam gripped the sword in both excitement and nervousness and carefully placed it back into his inventory.