Outside... When Arran opened his eyes in a daze, he was greeted by the silence of the auction venue. As he slowly recovered his senses, Arran quickly felt multiple pairs of eyes staring intently at him from above. He could also make out silent mumbles coming from the other guests. Arran was not in the mood to pay attention to any of this, so he ignored them. Instead, he focused on recalling all that had happened in the dreamscape, where he met the spirits of his natal weapon. Inside his dreamscape, time flowed differently, so Arran didn’t know exactly how much time had passed between the real world and his dreamscape. For Arran, it felt like hours had gone by while he was inside the dreamscape. During this time, he had learned a lot about his natal weapon and the various abilities it possessed. Most importantly, Arran had learned about the two spirits of his natal weapon. Their existence was unique as it was a never before seen occurrence. Arran vaguely felt that there was a hu
There was a hushed silence in the hall, following the woman’s protest. Everybody had looks on their faces that said they were waiting for a good show to begin.Sloan’s face was dark. It didn’t look like he liked what he was hearing.“What do you mean by that?” Sloan asked tentatively.“Exactly what I said,” the woman said.“Just now he was going to leave the stage after acquiring the item. That is against the rules of this auction.”“This is a place where benefits are exchanged. Not where one can arbitrarily pick up any item they fancy without consideration for the other parties involved.”Sloan felt a headache coming on. Listening to the woman’s words, it was clear what she was getting at. Basically, she was saying Arran simply taking the natal weapon without offering any benefits in exchange was against the rule.In normal cases, this would be true. But this was not a normal case at all.Sloan did not panic. He slowly tried to resolve this matter as best as possible.“Miss, before t
Arran’s calm demeanor surprised everybody in the hall. Standing before all these powerful people without flinching from the pressure of their gazes would require a great deal of mental fortitude. They couldn’t understand how a youth such as Arran could possess such mental fortitude at his age.Because of this, hints of respect and admiration appeared in the eyes of the guests present.It was one thing to rely on a powerful backing to face others more superior to yourself. But it was another when what you relied on was your own will and ability.Even Sloan was impressed by Arran's will. Although his actions were reckless, his ability to stand his ground in the face of opposition was very admirable.Still, As much as Sloan admired Arran, he wasn’t going to let him be taken advantage of by this group of people.Pulling Arran to the side, Sloan tried to convince him to back down.“Listen, lad, there's no need for you to listen to them. Before I brought out the embryo, I had specifically m
Arran was already expecting to be challenged, and he was really looking forward to it. Now that they had come clean with their objective, there was no reason for Arran to hesitate. He immediately accepted.The woman who brought up the issue in the first place was a little surprised at how quickly Arran had accepted the challenge. Then she became amused at the next moment.The woman could see that Arran had already guessed her objective from the very beginning and was just waiting for her to come to clean herself. In a way, it was very embarrassing for a child like Arran to see through her thoughts like this. But the woman didn’t mind too much. Instead, she slightly admired him once more.If before Arran being able to stand firmly before all these powerful people were worthy of admiration, then now his seeing through the woman’s intentions was enough for her to acknowledge Arran as a talent.The woman in question was a representative of the Furor race. In the universe, not much is know
As soon as the match started, the Furor, Arran's opponent, removed the cloak that covered his body and flung it away, exposing his bare chest to the crowd.Standing at more than three meters tall, the Furor was like a giant of a man. From a glance, his rough brown skin was like caked mud, and under the illumination of the light was like the tough hide of a bull pulled tautly across his entire body with muscles that bulged in a very exaggerated way from the slightest movement.Arran had never fought a Furor before. He also hadn’t heard of them before. As such, Arran didn’t know anything about their warriors and if they had any specialties in battle.But this was not a problem for Arran. With a single look at his opponent's rippling mass, Arran could tell he was a wild and out physical fighter that mainly relied on physical enhancements to fight. This kind of opponent was just right for Arran to test his natal weapon on. Compared to those that preferred to fight from a distance, someon
Arran forcefully stopped the Furor’s punch with his straight sword, whipping up a powerful windstorm that blew forcefully between them in the process. Blocking his opponent's fists with his sword was like using a toothpick to stop a chariot. But Arran stood firmly on the spot without being pushed back at all. The two of them were in a stand-off for just a moment before the Furor’s other arm came swinging down at Arran in a powerful sweep. Arran responded by thrusting his left arm below his right at a tricky angle as his wavy sword pointed at the opponent's sweeping arm. The dark, sinister light on the tip of the sword sends a foreboding feeling of danger to Arran's opponent. Exerting force on his right arm that was blocked by the straight sword, the Furor used the force to push his body backward. Leaning on his left leg, the Furor leveraged on the momentum to use his foot as a pivot to twist his body forcefully, causing the angle of his sweep to change, thus missing Arran's sword th
“Such a pity... I cut too shallow.” After missing, Arran complained silently. Although he had managed to cut his opponent, the cut had been too shallow and hadn’t drawn much blood. The wound wasn’t enough to affect the Furor at all. As Arran complained in his head, he heard a timid voice speak out to console him. “It’s alright big brother. You are still getting used to using me. After a little practice, you’ll be able to use my power without any problems.” Hearing the voice talking in his head, Arran smiled. He said, “Don’t worry, I know. But aside from the cut being too shallow, this guy's body is really tough. It was like cutting into stone with my bare hands. But you’re the one that’s really amazing. To think you can even cut something so hard.” “Hehe!” “Don’t worry, big brother, with me here you won’t ever have to worry about not being able to cut anybody at all.” “Then I’ll be counting on you.” Arran finally said. After talking with the voice in his head, Arran looked at
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