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Chapter 30 Chapter 30

He went on the 3rd and the next after that.

"How many robes can a man own in this world?" Clark shook his head when he got only more clothes and no other even after the 16th box. At the 17th though was a whole nother matter.

That was the last box and what Clark found in there were dirty torn dresses and undergarments of women. Some even had the strong stench of blood left in them still.

It did not take long for Clark to put the pieces together. These were trophies!

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Clark pitied the poor defenseless women who may have suffered the sorry fate they did in the hands of Prince Zhang Mu.

Next, Clark went unto the group of bottles at the center of the cave. He had seen a similar container in the city of Haran and in fact he was now an owner of the said ingenious products.

It was just that the one he currently possess was much larger than the one inside this storage ring. Clark took one transparent bottle and began counting the milky candies held within.

'I was right. Each bottle holds exactly a hundred spirit stones.'

"Affirmative, host."

"BOINK!" a huge unadorned sword dropped on the dusty desert sands. It was big. Almost 3 times the size of Clark. He could lay down on top of the sword and would have ample space to roll in either side.

"Now let me try activating this treasure." Clark muttered.

"FLY!" Nothing happened.

"Come up!" Still nothing.

"Hmmm..." Clark rubbed his long white beard as he thought for a while. After 10 breaths, he pinched the self inflicted wound on his finger and rubbed some fresh produce of blood unto the hilt of the sword.

"BADUM!" the huge sword hummed and vibrated to life. In the next breath, it levitated to knee level and the dull colors on its body has now changed into the spectacular shades of emerald green.

"Sweet!"

"Now this looks like a real flying sword than the last!"

"Pretty much better indeed!" Clark stepped on top of the treasured sword. A moment later, he commanded... "Go."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" one middle aged man's roar of surprise echoed flagrantly in the open deserts.