I didn't know what I was getting into so with caution I had gold open it up.
Opening it up he found a golden feather, and a dagger.
As he handed me back, I started with the dagger as the system window appeared in front of me.
Sacrificial Dagger
Rank: B
Has a chance to inflict [Marked for Sacrifice] on hit
When a unit with [Marked for Sacrifice] dies, all friendly units gain 100 HP
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100 HP is pretty good, but my shadows doesn't even have an HP so I don't see many uses of this.
But it looked pretty cool as The blade of the Sacrificial Dagger is a shadowy, obsidian-black metal that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. It has a slender, curved shape, reminiscent of a traditional dagger. The blade is finely honed to a deadly edge, and faint, intricate runes are etched into its surface, adding an eerie, otherworldly allure.
Moving on I looked at my next gain.
Certainly, here's the description of the "Feather of the Greatest Fallen" in a mage-like setup:
[ITEM: ONE OF THE FEATHERS OF THE GREATEST FALLEN]
[Item Rank: Artifact of Unprecedented Rarity]
[CURRENT NUMBER OF FEATHERS COLLECTED: 1/100,000]
[Description: The Feather of the Greatest Fallen is a unique and exceedingly rare artifact hailing from the mystical realms beyond, a testament to the extraordinary feats achieved by those who traverse the paths of magic and mysticism. It represents a monumental achievement of celestial battles, as it is one of the 100,000 feathers painstakingly gathered from vanquished fallen. These feathers, when combined, are required to reforge the legendary "Wings of the Greatest Fallen."]
[Effects: Unknown]
[In the realm of mages, the Feather of the Greatest Fallen stands as a symbol of dedication and an enigma waiting to reveal its hidden abilities. Only when all 100,000 feathers are collected and the "Wings of the Greatest Fallen" are reassembled will the true effects of this artifact be unlocked.]
***
"Fuck"
I curse as this is truly trying to fuck me side ways As I stood while holding the feather,
My hands trembling with a mixture of awe and frustration, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger welling up within me.
The description of the "Feather of the Greatest Fallen" had been mind-blowing, and I had been on the verge of claiming what could be the ultimate artifact of my mage career.
But the revelation that collecting all 100,000 feathers was the key to unlocking its true potential had thrown me into a whirlwind of emotions.
I read and reread the description, my eyes scanning the words as if searching for some hidden loophole, some shortcut that would spare me from the monumental task ahead.
The feather I held in my hand seemed to taunt me with its potential, but it also carried the weight of an impossible quest.
Sigh…
A bitter realization settled in. I had no choice but to embark on a seemingly endless journey through the labyrinthine depths of this dungeon, searching around every corner, scouring every crevice, and delving into every shadowy alcove.
I couldn't afford to miss a single piece of this elusive wing. The thought of missing even one feather, after all the painstaking work I would do after all this, made my blood run cold.
My earlier plans of swiftly acquiring this incredible artifact now seemed like foolish dreams. There was no quick and easy way to obtain such a rare and coveted item, especially when the system stated that it hailed from "realms beyond." It was an opportunity I couldn't ignore, no matter how daunting the task.
I clenched my fists in frustration and determination. The anger that had initially welled up within me now transformed into a fiery resolve. I couldn't afford to give up. I couldn't let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
The pursuit of the "Feather of the Greatest Fallen" now this had become my obsession, my ultimate quest, and I was willing to run, explore, and face every challenge this dungeon had to offer to claim it.
No matter how arduous the journey, I was determined to collect all 100,000 feathers and unlock the full power whatever it may be. My heart pounded with a newfound sense of purpose as I took my first step deeper into the dungeon, knowing full well how much pain in the ass this is going to be.
As I know if I even miss one out of a hundred thousand of these feathers all hassle and time would go into the gutter.
'System you really know makes me desperate.'
Sigh.. At least I am gaining more daggers.
After a deep, contemplative exhale, I acknowledged that this was indeed equitable. If this artifact hailed from realms that transcended ordinary comprehension, then the effort required would undoubtedly be justly rewarded.
I tried to calm my trembling heart and Moving towards the gate I pushed it open and a text box appeared.
[Recommended Level for this dungeon is 80]
[Are you sure you want to continue?]
So this is the real dungeon, all I beat was the bouncer, just like the Keeper of Demon Castle.
What alternative do I possess? Reentering this place is not an option, and even if it were, my capabilities have already far surpassed what this dungeon can offer...
Stepping into the heart of the dungeon, I confidently led my formidable army onward. With each passing step, my sense of pride swelled. Reflecting on my journey, from the days of donning meager armor and commanding a lone knight, to the present, where I led a horde of 450 battle-hardened warriors capable of unleashing world-ending devastation, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of accomplishment.
However, this was just the beginning of my ambitions. The journey had merely commenced, and within the recesses of my imagination, an entire menagerie of creatures awaited their chance to join my ever-expanding army. Each one was a unique entity, plucked from some far-flung corner of the multiverse, with their own special qualities and abilities. The diversity of species, names, and beings that occupied my thoughts was staggering. Attempting to transcribe this vast collection would consume paper worlds beyond measure.
Much like my army, my desires extended to my future wives. My sense of fulfillment knew no bounds, and as I contemplated the numerous potential partners from realms beyond, I recognized that each one was a universe unto herself, offering distinct allure and charm. My desire for companionship transcended the confines of numerical limits, extending into the boundless expanse of infinite love and passion. The waifus in the multiverse were as limitless as the stars, and my heart knew no numerical boundary as I embarked on my quest to find love and unity across countless dimensions.
Clearing my head to dispel the lingering remnants of my elusive yet tantalizing dreams, I come to a halt, allowing myself a brief respite to meticulously scrutinize my surroundings. Before me, the path diverges into three distinct routes, each one promising a unique and enigmatic looks.
To my left, a path enveloped in the shimmering radiance of a golden forest beckons with its allure, promising untold mysteries concealed beneath its emerald canopies.
To my right, an ivory temple stands in pristine splendor, its alabaster walls radiating a sense of ethereal purity, hinting at profound knowledge and divine secrets concealed within.
Straight ahead, a tranquil lake, encircled by a breathtaking array of resplendent flowers, reflects the vibrant hues of the blossoms on its glassy surface, whispering of serenity and natural beauty.
Directly before me, a formidable gate looms, adorned with three distinctive keyholes, each bearing a unique size and shape. A peculiar, very weird, angelic dragon stands guard, its presence an enigma, its purpose shrouded in mystery.
Above the divergent paths, scores of higher-rank Affinities and various there are dozens of higher rank Affinity's and some other types of angels flying around above the paths. their celestial forms casting dappled shadows upon the ground below. Each one possesses a distinct aura, leaving me to wonder about the stories and challenges that await beyond each choice.
In this moment, I am confronted with the profound choice that will determine my path through this enigmatic realm, a choice laden with destiny and consequence.
This dungeon is completely fucked.
***
Do you know what happens when mere B++ rank Affinity's attempt to fight my army A slaughter is what happens, the angels drop from the sky as they attempt to swarm my horde, the rest of my undead don't even join in as my archers and gunslingers shoot them out of the skies.
And even if they could reach it's not like they could even tikel as I stay behind my army. And let them handle the work. And this is the greatest part of being a necromancer: you don't have to do anything.
Even if I'd love to be in the battle, as I try to use [Drain Life] on the angels but sadly their bodies couldn't last even the first phase of [Drain Life].
As the Affinity's fall as they were chopped, stabbed or blown away a golden light leaves their bodies.
******
That's it now I don't have anything written in extra and ints been more then few months since I wrote anything in this fic.
So now days I haven't wrote anything for any of fics as I am busy with Manhwas and Mangas reading or more accurately watching recipes on YouTube or even writing this I am doing this in PNP.
As you all know me I am not some with a strong mind that could focus on one thing.
Now I am thinking of writing a Dragon Fanfic what do you think it be like reborn as last dragon of my own created world with an evolution system that provides upgrades and gives EP even for trying to reproduce as the goddess who sent him there wants him to reproduce what do you think?
Even now I still can't decided the world I should choose as I could always go with an anime world with same premise but being the last dragon so what do you think?