Chapter 490: Chapter 308: Sword of Law
Xing Wu returned with a clear smile on his face.
"Found something good?"
Inside the tent, Bruce, who was eating instant noodles, found the sight strange—Xing Wu rarely smiled. ’What on earth did he buy that’s so good?’
"A Tier Four Rule, a B-Level Forbidden Object, and five Extraordinary Abilities." Xing Wu took out the items he had purchased and placed them on the table.
They were: an exquisitely crafted scale, a twenty-sided dice hammer, and five pure orbs of light.
"Forbidden Object B-024, the Dice Hammer?" Bruce’s eyes widened, and he shot to his feet.
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[Forbidden Object B-024: Dice Hammer.
Effect: Indestructible. Each strike randomly deals 1-20 times the damage.
Containment Conditions:
1. Must have played ten tabletop role-playing games.
2. Must have rolled ten consecutive critical successes in a TTRPG session.
3. Must possess the strength to wield the Dice Hammer.
Side Effects:
1. The user will become a devoted player of tabletop role-playing games and must play a session periodically. Otherwise, the Dice Hammer will attack its Receptor.
2. The user will fall in love with rolling dice.]
This was a powerful Forbidden Object that wasn’t difficult to contain and had relatively safe side effects.
The moment he saw it, Bruce was captivated.
A Forbidden Object like this was perfect for a Strength Type Ascender. If you got lucky and rolled a "20," a single blow would be a massive 20x Critical Strike!
Even if you didn’t roll a "20," even a "2" would produce terrifying power—enough to instantly kill an Ascender of the same tier without any problem.
"This is for you," Xing Wu said. "Havier left behind a Lucky Necklace. If you wear it to boost your luck, you might be able to land 20x Critical Strikes with every swing."
"I’m going to go research those... what are they called... tabletop role-playing games right now! I’ll try to contain the Dice Hammer as soon as possible!" Bruce stared at the Dice Hammer, his eyes shining. His heart pounded as if he were looking at a peerless beauty.
He finally managed to tear his gaze away from the Dice Hammer and pointed to the scale. "What’s this?"
"The Tier Four Rule: Judgment."
Xing Wu said, "It’s the physical manifestation of a Rule. It’s for the Plague Doctor.
These five are Extraordinary Abilities: Plant Type, Healing Type, Water Type, Thought Enhancement, and Telepathy. I plan to select five suitable candidates and grant them these Extraordinary Abilities."
"You can handle it," Bruce said, having no objections. His mind was already completely captivated by the Dice Hammer.
Before long, Zhou Chen and the others heard the news and hurried over.
"This is for you." Xing Wu handed the Sin Judgment Scale to the Plague Doctor.
"What is this?" The Plague Doctor took the scale, examining it over and over.
"The Tier Four Rule: Judgment. It’s a good fit for your ’Axiomatic Law’," Xing Wu said.
As soon as Xing Wu saw this Rule, he had bought it without hesitation. With this, the Plague Doctor, whose abilities were in the same Realm, could advance to Tier Four before long. This would add another top-tier fighter to the Salvation Army, and at the same time, he would truly become a Defender and arbiter of order.
To eliminate injustice and maintain fairness.
What North Carolina needed most were fair and just laws. "Axiomatic Law" was practically tailor-made for this purpose, a monumental achievement destined to be realized by the Plague Doctor.
The Plague Doctor was silent for a few seconds. Then, without any false modesty, he made a solemn promise, "I will make good use of this Power."
As Essence flowed into it, the Sin Judgment Scale began to glow, and an ethereal feather materialized and settled on one of its pans.
After a long moment, the Plague Doctor shuddered as if waking from a long dream. "I’ve had some insights. I’m going to find a few prisoners to test them on."
"Siegfried, the Merchant didn’t have anything suitable for you, only this ’Thought Enhancement’ Extraordinary Ability. You should take it." Xing Wu offered him a pure orb of light.
Zhou Chen shook his head. "I have no use for it. Give it to someone who does."
"Alright. Then what do you want? We’ll do our best to get it for you."
"Siegfried" had been the one to collect those ten thousand Gold Coins. As the greatest contributor, the Salvation Army certainly couldn’t shortchange him.
Zhou Chen shook his head again, speaking with righteous conviction. "I don’t do these things for personal gain. I do them so that everyone in North Carolina can live in peace, happiness, and equality. If you must grant me a request... then I only hope that the Dragon Slayer does not one day become the Evil Dragon."
Bruce and Xing Wu looked stunned for a moment. Then, Bruce burst into a hearty laugh, stepped forward, and clapped Zhou Chen firmly on the shoulder. "Good man! I can feel your conviction, it has real Power!
You can rest assured, as long as we idealists exist in this World for even one more day, the Salvation Army will never become the Evil Dragon.
Still, you have to be rewarded. There’s no sense in working for free, is there? Right?"
Xing Wu smiled. "I heard you’re a Spiritual Type Ascender, and close-quarters combat is your weakness. How about this: I’ll have someone make a Weapon for you. It should help cover that shortfall."
"Alright, that works." Zhou Chen paused, then added, "The quality doesn’t need to be too high. Just good enough to be useful."
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Back in his tent, Zhou Chen let out a long sigh of relief.
Since the deal between Xing Wu and the Merchant went off without a hitch, it meant the Merchant hadn’t noticed the "spiked Gold Coins."
Now, in his Sensing, the sixty spiked Gold Coins had merged into a single entity, sending a signal from the distant north.
Unfortunately, he could only sense the general direction, not the Merchant’s precise location.
But that didn’t matter. The bomb had been planted. Now, all he had to do was wait for the right moment to detonate it. He hoped to give the Merchant a little North Carolina-style shock—’Didn’t see that coming, did you? North Carolina’s Gold Coins are poisoned!’
About an hour later, a young voice sounded from outside his tent.
"Mister Siegfried, your Weapon is ready."
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