39 Book 3 Chapter 35

Damage: 800

Durability: Infinite

+10% All Damage

+5% All Stats

+5% Ignore Defense

(Passive Skill) Critical Strike – Every attack has a 10% chance to deal double damage, 5% to deal triple damage, and 1% to deal quadruple damage.

(Passive Skill) Knowledge of the Battle God – All Battle God skills are 20% more effective.

(Passive Skill) March of the Battle God – For every minute in combat, regenerate 1 additional Battle Energy per second. Caps at 10 minutes.

(Passive Skill) Path of the Battle God - Through every battle, the sword grows stronger. Skills and stats will be unlocked accordingly.

Requirements: Can only be used by Jason Woltz.

Before arriving on the floor of death, Jason spent several weeks hunting monsters to grow his legacy sword. It was initially too weak to kill robots in a timely matter, so the process was painfully slow. Thankfully, every day of growth sped things up. Now, after slaying countless monsters, the weapon was no longer dead weight. It was similar in power to the weapons used by top-grade experts. Although it was a far cry from Andy's imaginary weapons, Jason knew it was only a matter of time.

After splitting up with Roy, Jason and the others traveled to their haven. They informed Peter, who was in disbelief of their luck, before spending six days in the wilderness under Kresh's care.

The minotaur tribe was the overlords of the dread plains, so they knew the location of most monsters in the area. With this knowledge, Kresh led Jason and the others to the weakest demons. Though they were powerless before Kresh, they were much stronger than Jason. The party had to work together just to fight one demon.

Kresh took his job very seriously. As his father did for him when he was a child, he stepped in when things got hairy; otherwise, he watched from nearby, giving advice like 'Punch hard! Roar! Use teeth!'. It was mostly useless.

Like this, six days passed in a flash.

Jason lost count of how many demons fell under his blade. Each day he'd wake up as soon as the miasma retreated, then hunted until it returned. Kresh forbade them from going out during the night until they were able to beat him, which wouldn't happen anytime soon. His concern was for naught. They didn't have any plan to do that until they were significantly stronger.

Compared to other floors, the only loot demons dropped was essence. After a week, they gathered:

1,902 tier 1 essence.

464 tier 2 essence.

121 tier 3 essence.

4 tier 4 essence.

On the seventh day since arriving on the floor of death, after purify was cast thousands of times, Lavos was on the verge of being unsealed. His trust in the spirits was what fueled his will to live over the past century. Now, that trust had paid off. He was trembling in excitement as he felt the curse lifting and was in no mood to sleep.

Besides having gratitude for the spirits, he had even more Roy. Over the past week, he had watched Roy work tirelessly every day. It was because of this he answered any question Roy had, to the point Lavos faked sleeping several times for a break.

At that moment – the sound of glass shattering came from Lavos' body. The seals on his body broke, creating a shockwave that knocked Roy to the ground. He looked up and saw hundreds of tiny transparent creatures flying around Lavos. Upon closer look, they were less of a creature and more of a fairy, or perhaps somewhere in between. Roy knew they were the spirits Lavos spoke of earlier.

As Roy watched, mesmerized, he noticed some spirits approach him. There was something familiar about them. Seeing that they were gold in color, he couldn't help but think about his mana, which had the 'holy' attribute. His guess was confirmed when he saw other gold spirits touch Lavos' limbs, upon which arms and legs grew out like bamboo shoots.

Roy was stunned. Seeing countless colors among the spirits, did that mean Lavos was in control of more elements than Amara? He could see at least ten types of spirits and even sensed powerful auras hiding from his view. What elements were those?

"My friends," Lavos looked around with tears in his eyes, "thank you for keeping me company all this time. Thank you."

If Lavos could embrace them, he would. Unfortunately, they were like souls and couldn't be touched. Regardless, the spirits felt his sincerity as they disappeared, leaving only Roy and Lavos atop the mountain.

Lavos approached Roy and clasped his shoulder. "Thank you, Roy. I can't tell you how grateful I am."

"No problem." Roy flashed a smile. "I like helping people; it's in my blood."

Lavos sighed, hearing Roy just now reminded him of himself. The reason a pure demon cursed and disabled him was to send a message. A century ago, Lavos tried to unite the tribes to fight back against the pure demons. It was supposed to be a secret, yet somehow word got out, and this was the result.

Lavos inspected Roy with a frown. "There's a blood moon tonight. Can your tribe handle it?"

"A blood moon? What do yo- oh, the monster horde!" Roy looked uncertain. "We just arrived in this world, so we haven't fought one yet."

Lavos snorted. "Very well. I will accompany you."

"Are you sure?" Roy looked over the mountain. "Doesn't your tribe need you?"

"Hah! They've been handling it for decades just fine." Lavos had full confidence in his tribe. "Come, your friends just got back from hunting."

The wind picked up when Lavos waved his hand. It gathered around Lavos and Roy, lifting them off their feet and carrying them through the air. Roy was amazed. "Wow, you can fly for real?"

It was only then Roy wondered how many runes Lavos had. The curse prevented anyone from seeing their existence, but not anymore. One, two, three. He kept counting until he reached thirteen. Dumbfounded, Roy recalled Jason saying the final boss in his timeline had thirteen runes as well. How much would the final boss have this time? He got shivers just thinking about it.