Deus Necros

Chapter 115 A Bargain

Ludwig followed closely behind Van Dijk who at first didn't go through the teleportation gate, but headed down a street where several stalls were setup.

From afar it would feel like Van Dijk and Ludwig were still interested in the event, but the Tower Master had other ideas.

"You see, it's far cheaper to get a communication device from here than the Gray Tower. Those guys do create superior and far more advanced versions of it, but they are absurdly overpriced," Van Dijk said as he stood in front of a stall that was selling all sorts of trinkets.

The stall was just one of many, lined up all the way along the street. Each was selling something different, from potions that looked oddly discolored, armors that had more holes and cracks in them that would make one question if they were any useful. Weapons, of all types, swords daggers and bows and the like, most cracked, broken or barely in a functional condition.

"Flea Market," Ludwig said.

"Flea Market? Fitting name, most clothes here are riddled with fleas, but yes, this is a market of used stuff, though I'd get you a better communication device once I have the time, for now we need something we can use and for cheap. I don't plan on spending 100,000 Kronas today." Van Dijk said.

Just then, the two stopped in front of a stall that was selling mechanical creation, one of them was an item Ludwig recognized, a Spy Bird, the same one Bron used on him back at the academy when they were clearing the Lizardman Pseudo Dungeon.

But this one was too fractured and damaged. Next to it, were several crystals that seemed to be barely functional, Van Dijk was inspecting them to see which of was usable.

While Van Dijk was checking out the items, Ludwig took note of the stall right next to it. A bored looking young man was sitting behind the stall on a chair with both legs on top of the table. He was lazily cleaning the grim under his fingernail with an old looking pocket knife.

Not caring much for what was being sold or if he had any clients. Not that anyone would stand in his stall since most of his items looked in horrible condition but for a few.

The stall had several weapons on display, the pretty looking ones, shiny looking swords and armors.

Ludwig inspected one of them.

[Long Sword (Overly Sharpened)]

Category: Weapon.

Damage: 60-90

Durability 20/100

[This weapon had been sharpened and polished to the point that its integrity has been compromised. It wouldn't be a wonder if it breaks upon the first hit. This is more usable as a decoration than a weapon of war]

The description was almost the same for all the pieces of gear. Overly shiny and cleaned up pieces of gear that had no real value or efficiency. Useless pieces of gear.

The stall table itself looked in a shabby state, enough that it was no wonder that this man had no clients. One man came in to check up on one of the shiny swords, he took a glance at the weapon and immediately put it back.

"Oi, if you're buying don't go on touching merchandise!" the man behind the stall shouted. Which only further pushed the clients away.

Ludwig was about to look away, seeing how rude the seller was. But something caught his eyes.

A long piece of black metal seemed to be used to balance the stall since one of its feet looked to be shorter than the others.

He was using this piece of crude black metal as a support.

Ludwig inspected it out of curiosity since it was shaped into the shape of a sword.

[Broken Fragment of the Cursed Sword Durandal]

Tier: Undefined / Relic - Scaling Tier

Condition of Use: Undefined

Category: Weapon

Type: Fragmented Blade

Damage: 1-2 (Base)

Skills: [Weight of the Universe]

The fragment of the Cursed Sword Durandal remains partially unsealed. Though bound by the laws of the world, it retains a trace of its original power. Once the conditions of use are met, the fragment will increase its weight proportionally to the user's strength. This ability hints at the limitless potential the sword once held.

[Current Unsealed Weight]: 5kg

Additional abilities and details will be revealed once the requirements are fulfilled.

Lore:

The Cursed Sword of Durandal was forged by Vulkan, the God-Smith, in his pursuit of crafting the ultimate weapon—one sharp enough to cleave the heavens, durable enough to withstand eternity, and strong enough to bear the weight of the universe itself. To achieve this, Vulkan journeyed into the heart of a black hole, where time and matter twisted under unimaginable gravity. For eons, he hammered, folded, and shaped a material birthed in the singularity, imbuing it with the essence of infinite density.

When completed, Durandal was unmatched, capable of feats beyond mortal comprehension. However, such power came with a price. The sword was used to slay the very entity that created it—causing the weapon itself to self-curse, making it unusable for any and all mortals. No living being can ever handle this weapon.

In time, the sword was shattered by unknown means, its fragments scattered. With each piece retaining a sliver of its former glory and the full burnt of its curse. This particular fragment, although nothing but a shadow of its original, still possesses the overwhelming potential to alter one's fate.

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'What… the… fuck?'

If Ludwig had real eyes, they'd be bulging out by now.

'Isn't this basically an op weapon? Like, am I crazy?' he talked to himself. 'This is the type of shit that main characters should have no? Why the hell is this being used to support a fucking stall?'

"Why are you staring? You buying or not?" the rude seller woke Ludwig up from his thoughts.

This caught Van Dijk's eyes by surprise.

"Eh, yeah, this piece of iron," Ludwig said as he pointed down. "I wanna buy it." Ludwig said.