They all call me Great Master

Two boxes, both made of long wooden planks.

Yet, the contents of each were different—

[Name: Reservoir of Death Qi]

[Type: Other]

[Quality: Arcane]

[Attributes: Storage]

[Remarks: Possessing extraordinary talent, Old Sank, after acquiring the 'Book of Death,' not only created the 'Pit of Death' to store Death Qi but also encapsulated it through alchemy in the skull of a 'Hedamore Water Monster.' This skull, meticulously polished, was the size of a pigeon's egg, smooth and gleaming like jade. In an inconspicuous spot, a line of text was etched—For my deceased loved ones, I willingly head to hell.]

...

[Storage: Capable of housing approximately 100 units of Death Qi, but requires the 'Pit of Death' for absorption, currently: 100/100]

(Note: This is a single-use item; once fully utilized, it can no longer be filled with Death Qi but can serve as an excellent ornament.)

...

Within the long wooden plank box, divided into three sections, two were empty while only the bottom one still held 10 such [Reservoirs of Death Qi]—Judging from the arrangement of slots, each section originally held 20 [Reservoirs of Death Qi]. Evidently, they had been used by Old Sank or William, the owner of the journal.

Unable to naturally absorb the 'Aura of Death,' they always needed external aid when marshaling the 'Power of Death.'

Old Sank probably used them more.

As a 'Hunter,' Old Sank also had his principles, refusing to let himself become a monster.

As for William?

It was clear he harbored no scruples, transforming himself into a half-human, half-monster to better utilize the 'Power of Death,' hence he neglected these [Reservoirs of Death Qi].

However, Arthur wouldn't disdain them.

Even though he possessed the higher-grade [Breath of Death], for him, who needed a large amount of 'Aura of Death' in a short time, nothing was more suitable than these [Reservoirs of Death Qi].

After all, there were no wars in this era.

Nor could he bring himself to slaughter the innocent.

To be human, even remorsefully, one must maintain some principles, right?

After all, that makes you more human.

The young 'Spirit Medium' sighed softly, learned the [Pit of Death], and categorized it under [Technique of Death]—

[Pit of Death: Generates a small amount of 'Aura of Death,' mixed with vitality to attract and gather more 'Aura of Death,' can manipulate props that use the 'Pit of Death' as a base material for secret techniques]

...

No need for XP, no need for exertion; he learned it at a glance.

'Aura of Death mixed with vitality?'

Arthur considered the remark thoughtfully.

He vaguely felt that the [Pit of Death] might have other applications, but it required long-term experiments to know for sure.

For now, he didn't have the time.

After placing the 10 [Reservoirs of Death Qi] into [Atos's Box], Arthur's gaze moved to the other long wooden plank box—

[Name: Hunter's Sword]

[Type: Sword]

[Quality: Heroic]

[Attributes: 1, Sharpness; 2, Demon Expelling; 3, Slash of Vanquishing Evil]

[Requirements: 1, Not a member of the Sank family; 2, Not a demon]

[Remarks: Old Sank's longsword was forged by the best local blacksmith his father could find, incorporating silver powder and a small amount of the extremely precious 'Mora Metal.' The latter endowed the sword with significant growth potential. Throughout Old Sank's nearly 40-year career as a Hunter, the sword killed countless monsters and became increasingly sharp, turning into an indispensable aid for Old Sank—Originally, Old Sank hoped to pass it down within the Sank family, but the family's betrayal ensured he would never allow his sword to fall into the hands of those traitors. In his final strength, he set restrictions on the sword.]

...

[Sharpness: Can easily cut through weapons not of Arcane Level, slicing through ordinary armor as if cutting through paper.]

[Demon Expelling: Can effectively repel various kinds of negative energy attacks.]

[Slash of Vanquishing Evil: Infuses the wielder's will, consuming a significant amount of physical strength, to deliver a lethal strike to beings of negative energy.]

(Remark 1: Mora Metal still has room for growth)

(Remark 2: The counterweight can hold salve, but cannot be enhanced by "Mora Metal")

...

A standard hand-and-a-half sword, its blade Sharpness, with a semi-hollow sphere as the counterweight, the hilt wrapped in leather mixed with hemp rope, when Arthur held this [Hunter's Sword], he could distinctly feel the [Breath of Death] being affected. Teaming up with [Daniel's Hope], Arthur always felt that he was 'normal' now.

There shouldn't be accidents like before, where people would die just because he stepped out of the house... right?

Arthur guessed uncertainly.

This unseen, intangible 'curse' that even influenced his instincts was different from the tangible act of betrayal committed by that father in the Sank family.

The young 'Spirit Medium' felt helpless.

He could do no more.

He could only restrain himself as much as possible.

After placing the [Hunter's Sword] back into [Atos's Box], Arthur picked up his supper from the campfire — a porridge made from military ration biscuits.

The others had the same meal.

Simon didn't mind.

Hunter, Newt, and Police Chief Westbron uniformly declared it something not even a dog would eat, but under Arthur's gaze, they all ate it anyway.

Arthur still added a bit of white sugar to his biscuit porridge.

Hu! Hu!

After gently blowing on it a couple of times, Arthur took his wooden spoon and began his supper.

While resting on the side, Police Chief Westbron approached Arthur just as he was finishing his supper, respectfully inquired,

"Your excellence, about tonight's events?"

His voice elongated, his tone full of inquiry.

Under normal circumstances, the Police Chief would surely choose to not report.

It's not that he didn't want to perform his duties, but it's too costly when the higher-ups send someone down.

However, in situations like this, when the higher-up is present, there's no need to worry about that, everything depends on the higher-up's orders.

"What's happening here is none of your concern anymore.

All that's left is for you to continue cleaning this place up.

Especially that banyan tree, it needs careful handling."

Arthur instructed seriously.

The huge banyan tree, now the War Tree even without the [Heart of the Banyan], remained an extraordinary lumber much beyond ordinary imagination, perfect for things like ship keels. Conveniently, his ocean fleet was in the planning stages.

This banyan tree could be a great help.

Thus, once Marinda sent people over, he planned to transport this tree back and find reliable shipwrights to work on it.

And what about those ghoul-like creature corpses?

Arthur stood up and walked over.

"End of the East, land of sacrifice, where nine sheep die to leave one, flesh and bone obelisks, forests of white bones… rest in eternal peace!"
Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

He muttered and sang softly, raising his right hand, a handful of deep blue flames dancing on his fingertips, which he then flung out.

The stacked corpses were immediately enveloped by [Deathly Fire].

The dark, ambiguous flames flowed like water.

In a few short breaths, only a pile of bones remained.

However, this time, the deep blue flames did not disappear.

Instead...

They struck toward the Shadows nearby.