[You have gained the Myth Sentinel's Armor]
[Call out the myth's name to see the details regarding it!]
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[Please say the word 'Transport' to be transported to the upper world.]
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"This is my second Myth..." Licht spoke in amazement at what he had gained this time around.
Gesturing with his hand and the new screen came into his view.
--Ding!
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[Sentinel's Armor]
[A puppet's dying wish resides in it, to never be oppressed or controlled again, to never be near death state. The armor's durability increases proportionally to the host's mentality stat.]
[The Sentinel's soul will be with you!]
[Traits]
[Sentinel's will: Durability increases proportionally with the host's mentality.]
[Absorbant: Absorbs the host's power.]
[Sentinel's Rune: Regulates the flow of spiritual energy.]
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"This is more amazing than what I had thought to get, and it even has three traits! It has already exceeded all my expectations."
"My mentality is quite high, so will it be around the same level as it? It would be cool if it is on the same level as the Sentinel's body."
"Though, I can understand the first trait, what is with the second and third…." Licht thought with a finger ticking up and down on his lips.
"Let's summon it first,"
"Sentinel's Armor!"
A sleek armor appeared on his body, gleaming with a polished black sheen. It hugged his body like a second skin.
Its smooth surface reflected the light, creating an almost ethereal glow. Each piece was meticulously crafted, fitting together seamlessly to form a perfect fit.
The runes enveloping the armor reminded Licht of the coruscating network of lines on the puppet Sentinel's body.
They shone from time to time as if reacting to the emotions of Licht.
The armor's elegant curves and sharp edges conveyed a sense of grace and power, making it a formidable sight to behold on the battlefield.
Licht ran around and performed some moves while adorning the armor.
'This doesn't even have that much weight. I don't even feel like I am wearing something above my clothes.'
'No stuffy feeling and I can even move freely…Damn, do I even deserve to own such a thing!'
Stuck in a weird dilemma, Licht sat on the ground thinking about silly things.
'Well, I did defeat the Sentinel indirectly. Who is even going to complain to me about owning such a thing.'
'Anyways, time to test out the Traits!'
Excitedly standing up, Licht first summoned his normal nail. He wanted to see what did it mean by regulating spiritual energy.
But just as the nail appeared in his hand, it was far more intricate than before.
There were no nooks or faults in it in any way.
It was simply perfect.
'So it increases the quality of what I make?'
'WAIT! Does that mean I can make a sword now?' just as that thought appeared in his head, Licht got goosebumps.
He thought about all the Calamity Souls he could save if he could make his own gear, especially when bones are lighter and far stronger than steel!
Calming his raging heart, he took a deep breath. He connected his hand to a praying position.
'Pike is easy to make because it doesn't need any detail other than the pointy front, but for a sword, I need both hands working together in unison.'
'Let's do it…'
In the starting phases of his power, Licht couldn't make a sword because it was harder to imagine it slowly at the start than form its base.
That was why he had thought of using both hands to join the hilt and the blade. His left hand will make the blade, while his right would make the hilt.
Hilt and sword were fundamentally for Licht, so this was the only thing he could think of with his meager mastery.
He did succeed but only barely. The sword he had made came out broken and cracked.
But with the trait of regulating spiritual energy, this task finally seemed possible.
Just as he started the process, a small spark ignited between his hands as the different bones connected, and a guard formed between them.
Then both sides of the guard formed the blade and the hilt. The small spark died as soon as it was ignited.
Licht gritted his teeth, the hilt was produced before the blade, and now he was pulling out the blade using the hilt.
Just in a few seconds, a sword with a 60 cm blade formed in front of him, yet Licht still didn't stop. He wanted it to be longer.
'Just some more!'
Suddenly sparks reignited in his hands as the sword became bigger and bigger.
It was like his spiritual energy was combusting to give the necessary push for him to take it out.
At last, the full sword-no, katana came into view. Slightly smiling, Licht dropped to the ground, exhausted from all the work he had just done.
Making a katana had taken a toll on his body and mind. It had exhausted his spiritual energy on another level. It felt like something fundamentally had changed in his powers.
He couldn't pinpoint it, but he felt it.
'But it is time now. It is finally time to leave this place and never come back.'
'Though, why do I have a feeling that I will have to come back here someday...'
He looked at the small screen panel that appeared in front of him like it was waiting for him.
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[Please say the word 'Transport' to be transported to the upper world.]
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"I will just worry about these things when the time comes!"
Excited about what the future held for him, Licht stored his katana away.
"Transport!" Licht shouted, happiness dripping from his words.