The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1378

Chapter 1378: New weapon (II) Chapter 1378: New weapon (II) Cain nodded, grateful that he could inspect the weapons with his Ego Wave.

Thanks to his formidable willpower and mastery of his mental powers, it was not difficult for him to glean the essence of these treasures in a matter of minutes.

While he scanned the available weapons, Mario watched quietly from the side.

The Atrox knew his place-this was not a time for him to ask questions or make suggestions.  Cain’s Ego Wave washed over the displayed weapons one by one.

Their materials, their forging techniques, their internal energy circulation patterns-all became clear under the probing of his consciousness.

Some were slightly better than others, more suitable for channeling Fire Star Power.

Others had intricate enchantments focused on speed, penetration, or control.

He weighed their strengths and weaknesses meticulously.  After several minutes of careful analysis, Cain’s eyes finally landed on a massive obsidian halberd.

The weapon exuded a scorching heat, one so immense that just being near it made Cain feel as if it would burn him.

A small smile appeared on his face as he nodded and pointed at the halberd.

“I want that one.” “Great choice.

That is the Living Volcano Halberd.

Fire from a Tier 7 Astral Supremacy Star was used to forge it, and in its core there seems to be a wisp from a Tier 9 form,” Zoan said, offering a brief introduction to the weapon before waving his hand and taking it out from the golden wall, sending it toward Cain.

As soon as Cain held it in his hand, his eyes widened.

It was really heavy, and he could feel how his Star Power flowed seamlessly through it.

The halberd’s inner flames merged with his energy, amplifying his strength so that any attack he unleashed through it would grow much more powerful.

Cain could not help but nod in extreme satisfaction with the weapon.

In a swift motion, he stored the halberd inside his space ring.

“You already have your weapon.

Would you like to trade your armor ticket now?” Zoan asked, his tone as composed as ever.

Cain stared at Zoan upon hearing the question.

A new ticket appeared in his hand, but he did not immediately hand it over.

“I wonder, is there a way to trade this ticket for some other treasures or Spirit Stones?” Cain asked.

His body was already as strong as a Late Divine Transformation treasure thanks to the Cosmic Tyrant Framework, so a Divine Transcendence armor of a lower order would be of little use to him.

Once he achieved the first level of the Undestructive Herculean Technique, such armor would become even more obsolete.

It’s better to see if he could turn that ticket into something more valuable.

Zoan’s eyes narrowed at those words.

He spoke in a solemn voice, “The Gu Ticket is yours, and you can sell the weapons that you obtain through them, but you cannot sell the ticket itself.

That is against the rules.” It made sense.

The value of a Gu Ticket was far greater than that of a single weapon since it allowed the bearer to select from the sect’s armory.

The rules were implemented to prevent these tickets from flooding the market.

Cain did not grow nervous upon hearing the restriction and simply carried on, undeterred.

“I am not selling the ticket,” Cain said.

“But what if someone comes in right now, and he chooses the weapon for me?

I would still be the one using the ticket, but the other person would get the weapon.” Zoan’s eyes narrowed.

He understood the loophole Cain was trying to exploit.

If someone else picked the weapon while Cain paid with his ticket, it would amount to selling the use of the ticket’s privilege rather than the ticket itself.

However, Zoan was no fool-he was in charge of ensuring that the Gu Armory’s resources were not misused.

Still, Cain did not give Zoan a chance to refuse outright.

“Of course,” Cain continued smoothly, “the one that could help me with that task would get some of the reward.

I think 10% should be right.” A devious smile arose on Cain’s face as he set the bait.

Zoan’s eyes narrowed further.

The temptation of profit was indeed set in motion.

There was a lot of money to be gained if things went right, but there was also the risk of incurring the higher-ups’ anger.

He weighed the risks and rewards before speaking.

“20%,” Zoan countered.

Cain smiled faintly.

“15%.” “17%,” Zoan offered, holding his ground.

“Deal.” With that small negotiation completed, Cain immediately handed over the ticket to the middle-aged man.

Zoan’s eyes widened at the ease with which Cain had handed over the ticket.

A sharp light crossed the manager’s eyes in the next second.

“Are you not afraid I could scam you?” Zoan asked, curious at the Godslayer Human’s confidence.

Cain showed a small smile as his eyes glowed with golden light.

“If you think you can deceive me, go ahead.” Zoan could not help but clench his fists as he confronted that golden gaze.

For a moment, he felt his emotions and intents laid bare as if nothing could be hidden from those eyes.

Taking a deep gulp, Zoan regained his composure and nodded.

“I will contact you when I make the sale,” Zoan said.

Cain nodded with a small smile before walking out of the Gu Armory alongside Mario.

He had what he wanted-a powerful halberd-and had arranged a future transaction that would earn him resources more suited to his goals.

“Which direction is the Gu Library?” Cain asked as they stood again in the streets.

The encounter with Zoan had gone well.

Now, it was time to gather knowledge from the Gu Library, another vital resource in this massive sect.

Mario pointed to the east, his voice careful.

“Around ten minutes in that direction.” Cain nodded, then gazed once more at the young Atrox.

Red and golden light flowed through his eyes as his voice echoed inside Mario’s mind, “What do you seek?” Mario could not help but tremble as he heard those words.

It felt like they reached the very core of his soul, stripping away pretenses and compelling him to face his true desires.

Before he even knew it, a thought crossed his mind-one that emerged from the depths of his memory, raw and potent.

“Vengeance.”