Chapter 41 (1/2)

Chapter 41: Can This Bunch Really Save the World?

Now that he knew the effect of this Enhancing Machine, he didn’t continue to enhance the normal shortsword, instead pulling out a sacred item called the Magic Converging Staff.

This sacred item was a rare short-ranged sacred item from the Tower of Trials. Because it had an extremely small range for a sacred item, its effects were inversely quite strong. Within a one-meter radius, all the magic that a mage could release was more than two times than before, and the magic itself was strengthened.

In Sacred Souls terms, it meant that the user’s MP would be doubled.

Due to the setting of the game, sacred souls could only be placed in manors or guilds, and so the use of this magical staff was extremely useless to players.

After all, a one-meter radius wouldn’t even be enough to reach outside the main city, so what was the use of doubling the MP in this area? To beat up the city guards?

This magical staff actually contributed a lot to Segman breaking the sacred records two days ago.

As he was about to throw this staff into the Enhancing Machine, the old mage finally arrived.

“Your Highness! Your Highness! We must return!” The old mage’s wrinkled hands gripped Segman’s shoulders tightly.

“Mentor, what’s wrong?”

Segman was about to continue stuffing the sacred item into the Enhancing Machine, but his arm was pulled back forcefully by the old mage.

“The apocalypse is arriving! The prophecy is true! It’s going to be the end of the world! The deity of the Tower of Trials told me everything, the devil’s star… The devil’s star is approaching our plane!”

“Mentor, are you absolutely certain?”

Looking at his twisted expression, if anyone else said these words to him, Segman would definitely think they were going to scam him.

But the person standing in front of Segman was the greatest sage and prophet in Aquaflow, and the reason why he was so revered in their country wasn’t because he was that versed in magic, but because of his ability to commune with the gods.

Ever since his youth, the old mage had prophesied three calamities that would befall the country of Aquaflow.

The first time, the king didn’t believe in his words.

That time, it wasn’t so disastrous as to destroy the country, but it still took a massive toll.

And so, the second time, the king chose to believe in him, and Aquaflow was able to evade the calamity unscathed.

The third time, he was already seen as the greatest sage of the country, and so the king followed his directions, turning Aquaflow into one of the strongest countries in the world.

This all happened thirty years ago, and after thirty years of smooth development, this prophet prophesied that the world would be destroyed.

“It’s true! Quickly, let us return to inform His Highness!” Blood started to leak from the old mage’s mouth, and it gave Segman the impression that the old mage exchanged this prophecy from the hands of the gods at a great price…

Well, it was quite the heavy price—the old mage’s hips were sprained by the spirit of the tower, but the old mage was too panicked to realize it.

“What about the way to resolve this?” Segman asked about the key point that they needed to know. “Have the gods told you the solution?”

Every time the old mage made a prophecy, it would come at the cost of his life force and magical energy. This was also one of the reasons why he was revered by the people of Aquaflow, but he wasn’t the strongest in the country.

“A solution… A solution…” The old mage muttered, and his neck suddenly twisted at a strange angle. Immediately after, his eyes became pure gold again.

Seeing the old mage’s golden eyes, Segman quickly let go of him, guessing that some holy being had taken over the old mage.

“Sacred souls.” The old mage’s voice became emotionless as he muttered, “These warriors named sacred souls are heroes that I have summoned from a faraway plane. They will reclaim their power from the Tower of Trials, and they… will help you defend the world from the apocalypse!”

Sacred souls? Heroes? Heroes that God had summoned?

Segman looked over at the place where the old mage was pointing, which was where the players were converging around the Faerie Merchant.

“F*ck! I’m only thirty magical stones away from getting a Maned Horse Headmask, how did those high-ranked players get the Rainbow Unicorn Headmask?”

“Bro, give up on getting a headmask and try getting a mount! The Chubby Chocobo is a limited edition mount!”

“Is anyone up for a dance battle? No one?”

“First level of the Tower of Trials! Any strong tanks up for dungeon-crawling? With more than HP4000! Come in quick!”