Chapter 391: Useless Scan
"FUCKING BITCH! AH!"
Grey pulled his fist back, cradling it like a baby.
"SHIT BOX ON A HOT SUMMER DAY!" his screams continued to echo. "FUCKING PROLAPSING ASSHOLE WITH A DRIZZLE OF HOT SAUCE!"
Grey ended up writhing on the ground, his curses growing more creative with every passing second.
The throne didn’t have even a slightest bit of give to it. While his hand survived thanks to his Pimp Gloves, his wrist, forearm, elbow, and shoulder weren’t nearly so lucky.
If not for the fact his mech absorbed a lot of it, he would have shattered his entire arm.
Grey rolled onto his wrist, using his stomach to quickly snap it back in place and screamed out one more time.
"Fuck me, man," Grey exhaled a breath into the ground, his body feeling like it was going to explode with pain signals.
That felt fucking terrible.
He breathed out slowly, the cold sweat on his forehead slowly calming.
There was no way that was a normal amount of pain. He didn’t experience pain the same way these days, not after suffering death under the hands of the Genesis System several times now.
That throne had retaliated against him, he was sure.
Grey rolled onto his back and gasped out another breath, peeking forward to find that what was left of the Old One was... well, there was nothing left of the Old One.
Grey chuckled out a laugh that was halfway somewhere between an actual laugh and a wheezing gasp for breath.
"Well damn, I’m badass."
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[SpellSeeker: This has to be because of the Elemental Spark.]
[EpicPelvis: Even something like that can’t cause this large of a change. It doesn’t make any sense. He looked like a real Elemental just now.]
[SpellSeeker: His talent already didn’t make any sense before. I’m guessing it’s a situation where some things go further for some than for others. He’s like a faucet with a high pressure capacity that was completely turned off before, but the moment he got a little water pressure, he’s already capable of blasting through metal.]
[GreyDominion: IT’S TOO LATE TO HOP ON THE GREY NOW BABY! CHOOCHOO, FULL SPEED AHEAD! THE TRAIN HAS LEFT THE FUCKING STATION!]
[FinchTheDiddler: The Diddler has pulled a screenshot]
~[EggyDominion: Fuck me. MY MONEY!]~
[GreyDominion: Nice photoshop]
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Grey ignored his chat, pulling himself up before he heard a grunt behind him.
"Hm?"
Grey turned his head to find that Amunet was still frozen in the same spot, her palms pressed together.
"... Oh fuck off..." Grey wanted to shed some real tears.
It looked like Amunet had taken control of the arms, that was good. The bad news now was that the battle wasn’t over yet.
As much as he wanted to say so, Grey knew that she was actually a big help this time. Without the help of the arms, the Old One could only sit there.
The throne was what was sustaining the Old One’s life. So after Grey’s elemental control reached the point it couldn’t use its normal attack means against him, the arms would have been the only thing it could use to protect itself.
70% of the reason the battle ended so quickly and easily was him, but if Grey was being kind the other 30% was Amunet.
These arms were extremely powerful across kilometers of distance. Grey really didn’t want to find out how powerful they were in such close range.
But now that the Old One was dead, there was no one keeping the arms in order other than Amunet, and if she lost control of them, they would be right back at step one.
Another Instance would probably be triggered, and this time there was probably no way they’d be able to stop the city from falling down on their heads.
Grey sighed and then looked back as a trio of Loot Boxes manifested in the air.
’Another three Legendary treasures. And... whatever that is.’ Grey looked down at the throne. There was no way he could just leave that there, right? This thing felt even sturdier than his Turning Shield.
But it might also be because of that he couldn’t pull it out or move it either, and he almost certainly didn’t have an Inventory Space strong enough to store it.
"Fuck." Grey said, standing to his feet. He felt like his wrist had properly healed now. His healing factor was pretty good, it seemed. "Hold, please," he said holding up a finger to Amunet behind him.
If Amunet could have moved or even spoken, she would have done everything she could to curse him out. But at this point, it was either she held on or they both died. There wasn’t really another option.
Grey ignored the Loot Boxes for the time being and pressed a hand to the throne. However, he didn’t receive any feedback from it.
There was no description, no grade, no Class distinction. One would have thought it just didn’t fall into the jurisdiction of the Genesis System at all.
’Annoying. But...’ Grey remembered having a conversation with Barkeep Ji... ’This throne must be a Relic Grade treasure, or maybe above...’
Barkeep Ji had said that items at and above Relic were things he couldn’t simply rely on the Genesis System to scan for him. So, this throne was at least at that level.
But that information wasn’t helpful, because that meant one, he definitely couldn’t store it, and two... when he tried to move it, it showed no interest in budging at all.
"Dammit."
He really wanted a throne he could just sit and become immortal in. Well, maybe not immortal considering the Old One died. But he wasn’t a rotting zombie, so Grey had a feeling that if he could make use of the throne, he’d fare far better.
"Whatever, let me set that aside for now. Maybe something in these Loot Boxes will let me control it."
Grey reached a hand forward and a blinding light spilled out as he pressed his hand down on one.
That light was definitely brighter than anything he had seen out of a single Loot Box.
