What appeared before his eyes was a dagger.
It lay quietly in the treasure box, having slumbered for countless ages.
Its surface was riddled with rust, obscuring the patterns on it.
What on earth is this?
An antique?
Is this thing useful to now?
Gold during chaos, antiques in prosperity.
Even if I were to be paid, wouldn’t gold be better than antiques at this ti?
"Is there an old man or old lady living inside it?"
After a mont’s hesitation, Wang Hao reached out to pick up the dagger.
He was very cautious, fearing that a mont of carelessness might break it.
"It’s quite hefty!"
Holding the dagger in his hand, Wang Hao’s face showed a hint of surprise.
To prepare for the apocalypse, he had gathered many daggers, like the Kabar, the F1, the Bear Grylls knife...
It’s stunning that a dagger of this size would have such weight.
"Old man?"
Wang Hao tentatively called out.
Dagger: ....
"Old lady?"
Dagger: ....
"Master?"
"Beauty?"
"Handso guy?"
...
Okay, so the facts proved he was overthinking it.
This dagger didn’t seem to have any soul inside.
Carefully pulling out the dagger.
No surprise, it was equally rusty.
It looked really shabby.
"What is this thing? It probably can’t even cut a waterlon, right?"
With a resigned sigh, Wang Hao put the dagger back into its sheath, looking very dejected.
Just this?
He casually placed the dagger on the coffee table and went to take a look at the surveillance on his tablet.
Oolong!
This treasure box definitely wasn’t the one ntioned in the hint.
The real treasure surely hasn’t dropped yet.
"Ouch————"
When he touched the tablet, his fingertips hurt.
Turning his hand over, well, it was bleeding.
Looking again at the dagger nearby.
It was the rust on it that cut his hand.
"Damn it!"
Wang Hao cursed in anger.
This was old rust!
He had stored a lot of supplies, he could’ve lived leisurely in the apocalypse, beco a local emperor, and now to die from tetanus?
Isn’t this a huge joke?
Not daring to delay, he quickly ran to the control room to check the dicine inventory.
What he didn’t notice was that as he got up to leave, the bloodstains on the dagger were absorbed.
"Luckily, luckily."
Searching for the keyword, Wang Hao finally felt relieved.
Tetanus antitoxin, even tetanus immune globulin were available.
These injections were not available outside, thanks to Zhang Ming and his backer Zhou Chenggong.
"All good people! Letting you go was worth it."
Wang Hao quietly sighed as he went to the dicine storage to get the ds.
He chose the tetanus immune globulin, as this one didn’t require a skin test.
He watched the previously saved video several tis.
This required an intramuscular injection, and the preferred site was naturally the buttocks, though giving oneself a buttocks injection seed quite challenging.
So he had to choose the biceps.
"Sigh....., got to get a doctor over as soon as possible!"
Wang Hao let out a long sigh.
A doctor is indispensable in the apocalypse.
Even though he had loads of dicine, a professional doctor was still needed to make use of them.
He had intended for Brother Wolf to find a doctor the mont he arrived.
Didn’t expect he’d need one so soon.
"How unlucky!"
Making faces from the pain, he busied himself for half a day and finally got the injection done.
Wang Hao felt a naless anger rise within him.
With frustration, he walked to the living room, ready to smash the dagger.
"Oh?"
When he touched the dagger, Wang Hao let out a small sound of surprise.
An unusual feeling surged through him.
He looked at the dagger in his hand in bewildernt, feeling a blood bond with it.
Moreover! The dagger seed lighter than before, and by a great deal.
Suddenly, words appeared in his mind.
[Damaged Blade of Plunder]
[Killing spiritual creatures can plunder one-thousandth of their power, adding it to oneself.]
[Killing spiritual creatures can transfer one-thousandth of their power to charge the Blade of Plunder.]
[Can freely shift between dagger and long blade at the host’s will.]
[Can act as a conduit for absorbing Spiritual Qi, aiding in cultivation.]
[Skill 1: Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique, consus stored energy of the Blade of Plunder to strike a deadly blow, minimum energy consumption 10000! Can draw upon the host’s own Spiritual Power to amplify strength.]
[Skill 2: Gold-Carving Jade-Slicing, consus energy of the Blade of Plunder to increase dagger sharpness.]
[Blade of Plunder energy: 0]
[Find the original source of the Blade of Plunder for fusion to enhance its power, missing source: ten]
Wang Hao: ???
What is this?
Looking at the Blade of Plunder in his hand, if not for the strong sense of blood bond, he would’ve thought he was insane.
Is this thing really a treasure?
People shouldn’t be judged by appearances, nor the sea asured by ladles, does the sa apply to things?
Wang Hao carefully toyed with the dagger, finding it more pleasing to the eye the longer he looked.
This rust, they were historical marks!
With a thought.
The dagger instantly lengthened, transforming into a horizontal blade.
Weighing it, it felt almost weightless.
After making a few swings, it felt quite handy.
He tried touching the blade with his fingertip.
There was a dull sensation, and his finger wasn’t cut.
This.....
Looking around, he chose a wooden chair and swung the blade.
"Crack!"
The chair split effortlessly.
Wang Hao didn’t even feel any resistance.
"So sharp? But why can’t it cut my hand? Is it so sentient that it doesn’t harm its owner?"
Wang Hao was overjoyed.
Many people get hurt by their own weapons.
Especially novices like him.
This blade was so sharp, and it even had a tetanus effect. It’d be troubleso if it could hurt him.
Now he’s safe, but others will have headaches.
Softly caressing the rust on the blade, Wang Hao liked it more and more.
With built-in tetanus!
If it doesn’t kill you, it lets you die from tetanus.
Who’s up against this?
After playing with it for a while, Wang Hao sheathed the blade, reverted it to a dagger, and clipped it to his waist.
He began studying the instructions in his mind.
Everything else was alright, but the bit about acting as a dium for absorbing spiritual energy to assist in cultivation piqued his interest.
Does this an he can cultivate in the future?
Many apocalypse novels feature cultivation.
So is it just him who can cultivate, or everyone?
Or maybe a certain special group?
Did this teor shower bring sothing else besides disaster?
All of it is a mystery!
Wang Hao looked out the window.
Honestly, he hoped the extraordinary beings from so novels would not appear.
He had vast supplies. In a regular apocalypse, he could be a local tycoon or even a local emperor.
But if those who could fly and burrow appeared, he’d probably end up as an ant.
It’d be hard to guard those enormous supplies.
"I have to get stronger!"
Wang Hao touched the Blade of Plunder at his waist, his eyes firm with determination.
Whatever the case, he needs to beco stronger.
Only then can he secure a place in this apocalypse and survive peacefully.
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