Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Below the blood moon.

A huge, pitch-black scale floated in the air, the wind howling and blowing the robes of both sides.

"Victor, you are fortunate to have seen the projection of our Lord."

Quinn's face was streaked with blood as he shouted towards Victor on the other side of the scales:

"However, it is very unfortunate for you to meet my Lord under such circumstances!"

"Hahaha......"

He suddenly burst into laughter, gradually arching his back and laughing heartily.

"How naive, mage! You're foolish enough to accept a deal from a Blood Moon cultist. Let me teach you the price of trust!"

As he spoke, he pointed towards Viktor.

"Rumble..."

A bolt of lightning grazed the scales.

Viktor's brow furrowed slightly.

From the moment he appeared on the scales, information about the transaction began to fill his mind.

This is a unique trading method used exclusively by the Blood Moon Cult.

"Soul Trade"

This can also be called an unequal exchange.

Its name comes from the fact that when this transaction begins, if the items on both sides of the scale are of equal value at the end of the transaction,

It will rob both parties of their souls.

If the scales tip at the end, the one with the greater value will win and receive the loser's soul.

"So, if all my possessions are less than Quinn's, I'll die on the spot?"

As Victor was thinking this, he heard Quinn announce loudly:

"I will use all my magical artifacts to strip you of your attributes."

The words were spoken.

Magical artifacts immediately appeared on Quinn's side of the scales.

Rings, necklaces, cloaks, wands, and more—they have it all.

The scales immediately tipped.

However, they did not side with Quinn.

It's Victor's side!

At this moment, the white orb representing its own attribute landed on the scales, pressing down on them like a heavy boulder, tilting the scales toward Victor.

In an instant, Viktor felt as if most of his strength had been drained away.

He knew he could no longer use magic, and that he was now even less capable than an ordinary person.

But looking at the current situation, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"How is that possible?"

Quinn never expected that he had dozens of magical artifacts in total, although none of them were particularly powerful.

But how come they can't even strip a low-level mage of their attributes?

His previously somewhat out-of-control smile turned into uncontrollable astonishment, followed by clenched teeth and eyes that gradually turned bloodshot.

"Absolutely impossible!"

He suddenly swung his arm: "If I use all my attributes, I'm sure I can beat you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of red light flew out of his body and landed at his feet.

With the boost from level 5 attributes, the scales finally began to tip in his favor.

"Victor, you can't possibly defeat me with your strength."

Seeing this, he revealed a somewhat manic smile, and as he continued to descend, he shouted, "I will take everything from you!"

Although soul trading is dangerous, as long as you can offer enough value, you can take anything from the other party.

Victor understood this, but as the scales lifted him up, his expression had already returned to calm.

After seeing Quinn's actions, he understood the true meaning of the balance scale.

Furthermore, he also learned the true terror of the item "Gift from the Blood Moon Cult".

"If you think you can do it, then go ahead and try."

His words were calm, revealing no emotion.

But when Quinn looked up at this scene, he felt that the boy was high and mighty, as if he didn't even see him.

He thought he didn't have enough leverage and hadn't completely overwhelmed Viktor, giving the opponent the impression that there was still a chance to turn the tables.

"Arrogant brat, you'll pay for your actions!"

He raised his arm and said, "I'll stake my talent... and five years of my life on taking your profession away."

These words were spoken.

A blue orb of professional light and a green orb of lifespan light flew out of Quinn's body and landed at his feet.

His somewhat greasy black hair also showed a hint of gray at this moment.

As the scales began to move again, the corners of his mouth widened even further.

Although gambling with his lifespan wouldn't return him to his body, he didn't care; now he only cared about the outcome of this deal.

However, the changes in the balance exceeded his expectations.

Viktor, who should have been lifted upwards, sank downwards along with the blue orb of light that flew out of the other's body!

Instantly, Quinn's expression froze on his face, completely bewildered by what had happened.

He just stood there, his gaze fixed blankly on the sinking boy, without uttering a word.

"..."

Viktor felt helpless seeing him like this.

He never expected that his [Curse Mage] class would be able to suppress the opponent's [Blood Moon Warlock] with a 5-year lifespan advantage.

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that Quinn had been kicked down by him earlier, and that Quinn had just given him that medal, he would have been even worse off.

Everything may change.

But now, Quinn has already mortgaged his magical artifacts, his talent, and five years of his lifespan.

Aside from attributes and remaining lifespan, Victor couldn't think of anything else the other party could offer as collateral.

Surely memory can't be used too?

"call......"

The wind was even louder than before, and the night seemed even darker.

After a silence that lasted for more than ten seconds, Quinn finally broke the silence:

"I'm betting all my memories."

Quinn knew that the other side of the scale was much heavier than his own, and that Victor's profession was far superior to his own.

He also fully understood that the opponent he had chosen was probably more unfathomable than he had imagined.

But now that we've come this far, there's no turning back.

The moment the memory transformed into a silver ball of light and landed at Quinn's feet, the scales made a muffled thud.

The sediment that had accumulated for over forty years was of unimaginable weight, finally halting his ascent and beginning to drag him down.

"Click".

The scales remained balanced until they made a soft click and then stopped moving.

Quinn's eyes widened, and he smiled again: "See? I told you, you'd pay the price!"

He felt that he might not have had a chance to beat Viktor in the first place, so this mutually destructive outcome might not be a bad thing.

But before he could get excited, Victor across from him had already put a finger to his lips: "It's time to end this."

His tone was calm, so low it seemed to dissipate with a gust of wind.

But Quinn overheard what was said next:

"I'm betting all my memories."

Upon hearing this, Quinn's eyes bulged, and he roared uncontrollably, "This is impossible! This is impossible, you cheated!"

Indeed, the silver orb that flew out from Victor's chest was dazzling and three times the size of Quinn's memory.

This is... a heavy object that combines all the memories of his past and present lives!