Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 104 Bloodlust

The transaction continued, faces obscured by the shadows of hoods. A woman, seemingly a "craftsman" behind her, pointed to two boxes at her feet, just as she had done at every previous gathering:

"This time I have two weapons with extraordinary effects. They are both suitable for carrying close to the body, and their advantages are that they are discreet, lightweight, and inconspicuous."

"One is the 'Explosive Glove,' which allows the wearer to unleash all of their power in a single strike. However, it also requires a certain level of physical strength and endurance; otherwise, it cannot be used multiple times in a short period of time."

"It can last for another two years, and it costs 300 pounds."

What "One-Slash Asura"? In this extraordinary world, after escaping the awkward situation of being a low-sequence being, surely no one really only cares about hand-to-hand combat? After listening to the other party's description, Philip immediately lost interest in this so-called weapon.

Unless they are extraordinary individuals who follow the path of "diviner" or "secret seeker," they are considered auxiliary and would need something to help protect themselves, but there are plenty of better options available.

The woman didn't stop there, but continued, "The second weapon is called 'Heart of Bloodlust.' It can enhance the user's speed and allow them to condense black energy into wings for short-term flight, lasting only three minutes, with a maximum speed of ten meters per second."

"If used during a full moon, the flight speed and duration will also be increased by about 50%, and multiple illusory vampire bats can be summoned to fight during this time."

hiss~

Philip was instantly captivated by this extraordinary weapon. He still had 1500 pounds on him, so acquiring it wouldn't be difficult. Apart from the somewhat nauseating affix that enhanced flight under the full moon, it was practically perfect.

However, the woman then poured cold water on the crowd who were about to start bidding: "But the effect of this extraordinary weapon can only last for six months, and it requires a supply of fresh blood before each use. Theoretically, as long as one is not afraid of death, it can be used multiple times in a short period of time."

"900 pounds, or the 'Barbarian' potion recipe, the latter of which will need to make up the difference, but not by much."

Six months from now, given how fast I might advance to "zombie" in the next two months, the failure of this thing won't matter. By then, I might already be preparing to advance to "vengeful spirit," if I have the money.

As Philip's thoughts raced, a man on the edge of the sofa made an offer: "Heart of Blood, 900 pounds."

Transactions approaching four figures are rare at this level of gathering of extraordinary individuals, so even though most people were tempted, they were held back by their limited funds, or even though they had enough assets, they did not have enough cash on hand, and thus had to give up on this opportunity.

However, Philip naturally didn't have such worries. Even if he did, it was only after purchasing this extraordinary weapon, so he immediately matched the other party's price, "920 pounds."

1000 pounds.

This was the bottom line he set for himself. If he continued to overcharge, there was no point in doing so. In terms of speed alone, the "werewolf" was not slow at all. Even the "zombie," whose full speed was comparable to a steam train, could not crush the former.

So only flying attracted Philip.

In the face of certain emergencies, special terrains, or other creatures that can fly and treat themselves like dogs, the role of flight ability is undoubtedly limitless.

If the "Flame Gloves" were entirely focused on ranged attacks, that would be great. Unfortunately, the only spell truly related to ranged attacks is Fireball. Otherwise, I could save the money. And if I ever need to replace them, these lousy gloves will definitely be the first thing I get rid of.

Standing at the edge of the sofa, the man who had spoken earlier showed no hesitation and immediately replied, "950 pounds."

Philip raised an eyebrow slightly, having already set his bottom line in his mind, and showed no outward emotion, calmly saying, "980 pounds."

Upon hearing the offer, the man clenched his fists tightly, remained silent for more than ten seconds, and finally slapped his thigh, leaned back slightly, and said with a hint of resentment, "Fine, you win."

After the bidding between the two ended, the woman selling the extraordinary weapon looked around to make sure no one else was bidding, and then, without hesitation, handed the box next to her right foot to the waiter who approached.

After experiencing a reduction in his assets, Philip no longer has to carry a suitcase as awkwardly as before. His wallet and pockets now have enough space to hold £1500 in cash, with plenty of room to spare.

After counting out the cash and handing it to the waiter to pass on to the lady, Philip also took the box, opened it, and saw the fist-sized, translucent heart inside.

The fluid inside the heart flowed with each beat. Philip watched this indescribable scene, looked up, and asked succinctly and emotionlessly, "How exactly should it be used?"

"Sprinkle your blood on it, and once it glows red, simply touch it with your body."

Philip nodded slightly upon hearing this, asked no further questions, silently closed the box, placed it on his lap, rested his hands on it naturally, and ignored the subtle glances directed at him.

The subsequent transactions continued smoothly, although many ended in failure. However, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the participants. Philip, who was among them, also prepared to sell the formulas for "Singer" and "Lightbringer" together, but it ended in failure because no one responded.

This was expected. Philip hadn't expected the formula to sell so easily. After reviewing his needs and the level of this extraordinary gathering, he could only continue to issue commissions to acquire Russell's Diary.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Finding Qilingus's trail is extremely difficult for a low-sequence extraordinary individual, and he can't afford to keep throwing the money he has left into it; he needs to keep it in case of unforeseen circumstances.

As for Lanius, rashly issuing a commission to find this "fraudster" would expose his connection to the Tingen incident, making it even more unnecessary.

Having gone through all the methods in his mind, Philip realized that Tarot Club was still the safest and most discreet channel at present.

Sigh, I hope that Mr. Fool will get what he wants in a few more years, and that I will reach a higher sequence and become a demigod. When things turn out badly, I will bow down and submit. No matter what, I won't lose my life, since I will have enough value by then.

(End of this chapter)