Good Person

The hall of the secret auction was in profound silence as they listened to and tried to comprehend Arran's words.

Listening to Arran explaining the effects of his natal weapons abilities, even people who are strong as those present here could not help feeling a chill in their hearts. Without a doubt, the abilities of Arran's natal weapon, Zaburi, was one that was solely biased towards the goal of killing and maiming his opponents.

There was nothing more terrifying than facing such a weapon.

One had to consider that what Arran had just said might not be the full extent of the natal weapon’s abilities. But just this was frightening enough.

The Furor, as Arran’s opponent, was currently the only one experiencing just how terrible these abilities were. As he stood there, the Furor could feel the wound in his back slowly expanding just as Arran had said.

Not only the one on his back, but also the wound on his fist from where it had met Arran's sword.

The wound in the Furor’s back was locate
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