33 Chapter 33 (1/2)

”Tell me this isn't real, Nancy.”

”...” The system chose to shut its mouth in response.

Clark on the other hand was not giving up yet and so he waved the enchanted sword a couple more times to ascertain the stark truth that disappointed him so.

”BOINK!”

”BOINK!”

”BOINK!” Two quick slashes and one thrust created three of the same lazy fireball in his midst. When it touched the desert sands, its result was also too upsetting.

No deafening explosions but only a puff of smoke and nothing more.

”What a useless magical tool this is!” Clark almost threw the sword away but held himself in time. There has got to be a good explanation for this.

If not, how could a low performance item be priced at no less than a thousand spirit stones per piece?

”Okay, Nancy. Would you be a good lady and tell me why.” Clark took a deep breath of dismay.

”Affirmative, host. The offensive magical tools in this world could only be fully utilized in the hands of Foundation Establishment Experts.

The craftsmen of said products may have done it to limit the scope of mortal wars from escalating unto unprecedented carnage.

This is why most sects and cultivator clans in this world only creates such a tool to sell unto human cities.

But that is not to say that one can't pay a skilled blacksmith to fashion an offensive magical tool that can be used even in the hands of a child that has no spiritual vein or any such restraints.”