The Runic Alchemist

Sam took out his army badge and activated it. Weird how a runic tool worked without any mana input from him. Did it use the environment's mana? That would deteriorate its condition over time, though, given how often people checked it.

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BROKEN GREED WAR | ELDORIS | CREDIT RECORDS :

1. Unranked Enemies:

- 127 kills: 2540 credits

2. First Ranker Enemies:

- 24 kills: 1440 credits

3. Second Ranker Enemies:

- 0 kill: 0 credits

CREDITS EARNED : 3980

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"F*ck, you're rich one, aren't you?" Damian exclaimed.

"Guess I can get the lightning sword on my own," Sam said, ignoring Damian. "What do you want? Maybe I can get something for you.."

This brat... they really do grow up fast.

"Hmm… I'll settle for the Grimoire and the Sacrium Ingot. With your extra 1,480 and my 1,000, I could get either the Mirrorblade or the Dragon's Heart Amulet. Let's go with the amulet," Damian decided.

He had been tempted by the Spacetime Mage's notes, but they were just that—notes. They might not contain anything useful, while the Grimoire had practical spells. For now, the Grimoire was the better choice. Plus, crafting a golem with Sacrium might unlock something new, provided he could gather enough mana. Damian was also intrigued by the new metal—he'd never heard of it before. Who knew?

Maybe it would reveal some amazing properties he could use with his Arcane Synthesis though it would have to wait till he could go back to a city and have some peace.

Now, he just needed to tell Vidalia his choices and bring her the two badges. Hopefully, she had everything in stock.

Finished with that, Damian remembered the storage tool Vidalia had given him. He took it out and accessed it with his mana. Thankfully, there was no protection on it—it was just a basic metal square piece, a runic tool with no restrictions. Inside, there were only two items: a finely crafted steel sword with an elegant handle, and a ring engraved with runic inscriptions.

The metal of the ring seemed unfamiliar to him, though. Could it be a new type of metal, or some insane combination of various metals a crazy runesmith had created with magic?

It seemed like the perfect opportunity to use the appraisal spell he'd swiped from Vidalia. Drawing the spell, Damian held the sword in front of him.

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Item: Runic Blade of Eldoris

Tier: Advanced

Origin: Made By Limrak of Eldoris

Item Type: Enchanted Weapon (Light)

Description:

Forged in the capital of Eldoris - Celestria. Advanced tier sword for the worthy.

Attributes:

Durability: 99%

Enchantment Duration: 99 DAYS

Enchantment Alignment: Tier IV

Special Effects:

Blessing of Power: STR and AGI increased by 5.

Holy Blade: Forged by the holy blessing of Astraea.
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Aura Crutch: With the blade in hand, Aura 10% more noticeable to the conscious mind.

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'Woah… She gave me one of the rewards for free? And she was going to give it to me no matter what I chose? That almost makes her seem… nice.'

Damian quickly pushed aside such dangerous thoughts. Vidalia was a devil, and that would never change. Her beauty was a trap—yes, that was right.

As expected, it's enchanted. Not much to learn from studying it, but the effects are interesting. He placed the sword aside, from where Sam immediately grabbed it, having seen the info screen over Damian's shoulder.

Damian began drawing the spell again, this time focusing on the ring.

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Item: Spellkeeper's Promise

Tier: High

Origin: Made By Limrak of Eldoris

Item Type: Runic Item

Description:

Forged in the capital of Eldoris - Celestria. It is the Spellkeeper's promise to remember your one spell.

Attributes:

Durability: 97%

Mana Limit: 100000

Activation Time: Instant

Cooldown: 12 hours (After each use)

Spell Limit: 1 Spell

Runic Alignment: Tier III

Special Effects:

Eternal Memory: Once stored the spell will never be forgotten unless user uses it.

Recording of Time: Any spell under limit of 100000 mana can be recorded.

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Ah, the same kind of ring she uses to keep one spell always on ready. This was tier 3 runic work level though, it has to be more valuable than all the things listed in both lists. It's build is High rank too, amazing indeed. The most important thing it was a runic item which meant sooner or later Damian will figure it out and understand how it worked, then came the modifications.

Maybe that day of walking with tons of spell ready to activate was not that far.

"Where did you get this thing?" Sam asked peeking from above his shoulder, startling Damian, who had been happily smiling.

"She gave it to me.. As a reward."

"The hell did you do to go from getting lashes every day to receiving invaluable runic tools?" Sam asked, astonished.

"I'm just that lovable you know. She just adores me—silly goose,"

Sam's expression shifted into one of disgust and disbelief, and he shook his head, walking away, clearly creeped out. Damian chuckled at his antics.

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Damian entered the large hall on the ground floor of Tristan's building, Sam beside him. He'd just finished his afternoon perimeter check and had come to attend the captains' and vice-captains' meeting that Tristan had called. A page boy had found them walking the camp's perimeter and led them here, though the boy was older than both of them.

Tristan had arranged the room with benches, similar to the cafeteria, to accommodate all the captains and vice-captains. He himself sat on a raised platform at the front, flanked by two household knights and a pretty assistant with a stack of documents in hand. A wide table separated him from the rest of the room where he was seated.

Nodding towards some who greeted him, while chatting with his assistant.

Damian scanned the room, taking note of the second-rankers and high-level first-rankers seated there. They were late, and all the seats were filled. Just as he was looking around his eyes met a familiar face, Valoris and the other two captains from their training camp waved them over, calling them to join.