Leon gazed at the item, a faint sigh of relief passing over his face, and purchased it without hesitation.
Phoenix Feather Amulet (Legendary – Item)
Revives the wearer upon death, once.
Price: 2,500,000
Vendor: Resurrecto Maximus
A transparent, square-shaped glass materialized in front of him, erging from a glitch in reality. Inside, a single feather was draped in golden-crimson fire, its flas swirling but never consuming the vibrant crimson feather. The feather bore a sun symbol near the bottom, close to its golden tip, where a fine line stretched through the center. The glass refracted light at impossible angles, scattering fragnted rainbow patterns across the floor.
Leon took the glass container holding the Phoenix Feather Amulet in his hand, surprised by the sensation—a gentle, almost contradictory cold warmth radiated from the surface. He had expected the glass to be searing hot, but instead, only a faint, nearly imperceptible warmth prickled at his skin.
He opened the case. Instantly, the heat intensified tenfold, but still, it did not burn him. Instead, he felt an odd, cool heat emanating from the feather itself. Any ordinary person would likely have been scorched, but Leon, with his rank 7 Fire affinity, remained unaffected.
As the lid opened, a strange voice echoed in his mind, the tone rasping, as if whispered through a closed door, with a cold, grating laughter at the end.
Drop your blood on the feather and keep it close to your body. If not, you won’t even get the chance to complain about the feather. Kek kek!
Leon understood the ssage, but that laugh—worse than Jas’s—had to be an achievent in itself.
A dagger appeared in his hand from his inventory. Fwoosh. With a small cut to his finger—shink—the blade drew a bead of crimson, which dropped onto the Phoenix feather.
He did not flinch.
As his blood touched the golden-crimson fire, the fla swallowed the drop, rging it into the feather until it vanished completely.
The feather in his hand remained warm, yet now he sensed a profound connection to it as if it stood ready to defend him and send him a ssage.
Drop dead and I’ll just hit "respawn."
The ssage had told him to keep the feather close. His inventory, directly linked to his soul, was the closest place possible, so he tried storing it there.
But the mont it entered his inventory, that connection disappeared.
Hmm, that won’t work; I have to keep it physically close to .
He took out a string crafted from the best material he could find within his inventory. Stretching the cord with force, he found it brittle—the fibers creaked, then snapped with a soft crack. It failed imdiately.
"Useless," he muttered, watching the brittle fibers scatter. If I use this, even strong winds might take my precious lifeline away
He needed sothing far better.
With a thought, Leon opened his cosmic shop and browsed the selection of monster parts. He quickly found monster spider silk, ranked epic, for 10,000 causality. Cheaper options existed, but he had no intention of cutting corners—not after spending 2.5 million causality on the Phoenix Feather.
The spider silk appeared in his hand. Unlike a thin web, it was a solid strand, gleaming white with a tallic luster. The silk was smooth, unexpectedly heavy, with a texture reminiscent of woven steel. He only needed a small length, but the coil in his hand asured over ten ters. He tried to break it with his strength, but the silk did not yield. Even at his strongest, he doubted he could snap it.
Whatever monster this ca from must have been formidable.
He summoned his blade of convenient sharpness. Unsheathing it, he sliced through the silk. Snick. The blade parted the strand effortlessly, as if slicing tofu. He had braced for resistance, but there was none.
A satisfied grin tugged at his lips; even the blade seed pleased. Both items were epic ranked, yet the blade cut through the silk with absurd ease, confirming his suspicions about the weapon’s unusual nature.
He stored the rest of the spider silk and the scattered techniques littering the ground, selecting only a few to study for the formation of his mana heart. Ti pressed on him; he had just over four years to solve his problem and refused to risk himself in a weakened state.
There was another path—practicing the holy elent, now that it was no longer repulsive. Still, he hesitated; he didn’t want to rely on it yet. He wanted to conquer it on his own terms.
Abandoning his mana or affinities was unthinkable, especially since he had no idea what his strength would beco if he did. He aid to harness holy energy along with every affinity at his disposal.
The holy energy’s trendous power and healing properties were vital—while not as fast as his life affinity, it was essential for shielding his mind. He knew well how devastating ntal attacks could be, and holy energy would cover that vulnerability. He refused to give up anything and intended to have it all.
He clenched his fists, knuckles whitening with determination.
The Phoenix Feather Amulet now hung from his chest. Leon sat cross-legged in ditation, wearing a fresh outfit in place of the one soaked with blood. His hair and face were washed clean—he had used water from his ergency supply, since his mana was still sealed. The experience only deepened his appreciation for the elents he wielded.
Once more, he ford a protective pillar of golden holy energy around himself. Then, he drew out the white jade from the box given by the Moon Celestial. Nineteen other boxes, each with its own unique mark, lay scattered around him.
He held the white jade, instantly soothed by its tranquil, moonlit energy. Without mana, he poured holy energy into the jade, attempting to connect. It took sixteen attempts before the energy was finally accepted—the jade had resisted, even within the golden pillar, as if allergic to it.
Now, the white jade slip hovered before him, humming with intensity—a sign that he had succeeded.
Leon’s expression hardened with resolve. What was coming next would be on a completely different level from any technique he’d faced before.
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