Ding!
[You have obtained the "La Sword"]
The mont the notification appeared, the glowing orb that contained the [Orc Bloodline] flickered once and then vanished completely, dissolving into particles of light.
This left Leon alone in the quiet stone chamber with nothing but the so-called "la" sword floating in front of him.
Leon could not help but let out a low chuckle.
The system could call it whatever it wanted, but he was not fooled for even a second.
He stepped forward slowly and wrapped his hand around the weapon’s handle.
The instant his fingers touched it, he felt the difference. The sword was magnificent.
Its blade was long and broad, forged from a dark tallic material that shimred faintly under the chamber’s dim light.
While at the base of the hilt rested a small orc skull embedded directly into the guard, its empty eye sockets hollow and lifeless yet strangely imposing.
A panel appeared before him.
[Power Sword (Mythical): 10,000 Attack Power, 5,000 Strength, 2,000 Agility. Requirent: Complete the "Orc Trial of Strength"]
Leon’s grin widened as he read the stats carefully, making sure he was not misinterpreting anything.
"Amazing."
Even in the [Higher Domain], it woul take a while to get a better sword.
Many players, if given the sa choice, would have selected the [Orc Bloodline] without hesitation.
After all, bloodlines were incredibly valuable.
A player could possess up to three bloodlines in total, and each one acted almost like a supercharged talent, granting passive effects and growth potential that could rival even S-Level or SS-Level talents.
And in so extrely rare cases, even touch the level of SSS-tier abilities depending on the conditions.
The [Orc Bloodline] would have granted imnse physical strength, enhanced durability, and likely additional growth in brute combat.
For most people, that would have been a dream. But Leon was not most people.
He already knew that there were far superior bloodlines waiting in the [Higher Domain] or [Eternal Domain].
Ones that required absurd conditions, nearly impossible achievents, or hidden quest chains that almost no one discovered.
Those were the bloodlines he wanted.
Wasting one of his three precious slots on the [Orc Bloodline] would have been shortsighted, especially when he had long-term plans far beyond the scope of this domain.
He calmly placed the [Orc Lord Machete] and the [Orc Guard Sword 3] back into his [Storage Space], then firmly equipped the [Power Sword] in his right hand.
The mont he did, he felt his aura swell. And then his eyes narrowed slightly.
"...But that’s not all."
Because as soon as he obtained the sword, Leon closed his eyes and focused on the [Power Sword].
His heartbeat began to sync with the faint pulse of crimson energy hidden within his soul-bound item.
And then—
Ding!
[You have used the "Blood Heart" on the "Power Sword"]
A smile spread across his face. He had been anticipating this.
Which is why he hadn’t used it after it recharged.
Ding!
[You have blessed the "Power Sword"]
Fwoooosh!
A rush of crimson light erupted from his chest and wrapped around the blade like a living fla, coating it in a deep red glow that intensified before slowly sinking into the tal itself, altering it in subtle yet unmistakable ways.
The orc skull embedded in the hilt trembled slightly.
Then, in its once-empty eye sockets, two small crimson pupils ignited.
Their aura leaked out in thin wisps that gave the entire weapon an ominous and powerful presence.
Leon could not deny it.
This was easily the coolest transformation the [Blood Heart] had produced so far.
He imdiately opened the updated item panel.
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[Power Sword (Mythical): 10,000 Attack Power, 5,000 Strength, 2,000 Agility. Requirent: Complete the "Orc Trial of Strength"]
[Blood Heart Blessing: Every attack with this sword holds double the "Strength" of a usual one.]
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"...Damn."
This did not an that his [Strength] stat was doubled.
It ant that when he struck with this sword, the attack calculation treated his Strength attribute as if it were doubled for that strike.
Leon opened his status panel.
[Strength: 11,743 ( 5,450 34,386)]
In total, he currently had just over fifty-one thousand Strength.
Which ant—
When attacking with the [Power Sword], it was as if he were striking with over one hundred thousand Strength.
That was monstrous.
"Incredible blessing," Leon murmured with a satisfied nod. "Very good."
The [Blood Heart] had never disappointed him so far.
Many players would slaughter entire guilds just for the chance to obtain an item like this.
But the true reason it was so powerful in Leon’s hands was simple.
The [Blood Heart] recharged based on the strength of enemies defeated.
Most players fought ordinary monsters.
Leon fought bosses, event leaders, and high-tier enemies constantly.
Which ant that for others, recharging the heart could take days or weeks.
It made sense only soone like Leon could use it efficiently.
Satisfied, Leon looked up just as a portal materialized in the center of the chamber, swirling with faint green light.
Without hesitation, he walked toward it.
Fwoosh!
A brief sensation of weightlessness overtook him.
And a few seconds later, he reappeared in the courtyard of the [Lord’s Mansion].
"Back already?"
Emilia’s voice carried a hint of amusent as she leaned casually against the stone wall nearby, several additional orc guard corpses lying scattered around her feet.
"It’s only been ten minutes," she added with a grin.
He was about to respond when another notification interrupted him.
Ding!
[Player "Celestial" has managed to clear the "Orc Trial of Strength" and has been rewarded with 15 Reputation Points.]
And imdiately after—
[Your reputation has reached 300. You will now gain 50 additional attributes per level.]
"Nice."
Leon nodded slightly.
So the milestone scaling had officially reached fifty bonus attributes per level.
That made sense.
The more [Reputation Points] one had, the more recognized their accomplishnts were, and the more the system rewarded them for continued growth.
He quickly re-equipped his [Void Staff] in his left hand while keeping the newly blessed [Power Sword] in his right.
Now, he possessed a top-tier staff, a mythical sword, and solid armor.
All he truly lacked were smaller equipnt pieces such as boots, necklaces, rings, and other accessories.
But those could wait. He knew the [Higher Domain] would offer far better options.
Which ant that in the [Lower Domain], there was only one major objective remaining.
Leon opened his [Storage Space] once more and retrieved a green token etched with a distorted symbol.
[Farlands Token (Mythical): Allows the user to enter the "Farlands," the most difficult dungeon of the "Lower Domain."]
"Here it is."
He had obtained it from the [Mythical Treasure Chest] during the [Shadow Horde] event and had deliberately held onto it.
As the hardest dungeon in the Lower Domain, it was not sothing to approach recklessly.
But now, he and Emilia were ready.
Without hesitation, Leon poured his mana into the token.
Fwoosh!
The distorted symbol carved into its surface began to shift, twisting unnaturally before slowly transforming into sothing else: an eye.
"...?"
The eye opened.
And then—
Ding!
[You have received the "Farlands Protection" and will be able to access them. Good luck.]
That was all. But Leon understood a little.
He handed the token to Emilia, allowing her to receive the sa protection.
And just like that, the two of them left [Myriad Race City], moving swiftly beyond its gates.
’I never heard of the [Farlands] in my past life,’ Leon thought calmly as they advanced across the terrain, ’but I have a good idea where they might be.’
His journey in the [Lower Domain] was nearing its end.
And whatever awaited them in the Farlands, he was ready to face it.
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