"Burp~"
With a mouth still tasting grass, Murphy belched after finishing all the sampling experiments. If you were to ask what these achieve, he'd confidently say that, at the very least, he didn't go hungry eating vegetation.
Mapping the data onto a demonic world's map reminded Murphy of various scientific experiments he conducted during his school years in his previous life.
"Am I wrong to uphold the scientific spirit in this alternate world?" Murphy asked himself as he traced the source of a peculiar energy.
"It's right here. It's in the buffer zone, closer to the miasma swamp, even the prisoner of war camp with more than 10,000 captives is within range of the radiated energy."
Without any hesitation, Murphy swiftly found the spot marked on the map, a desolate wilderness. Not a village or a shop was in sight, even the small bushes were few.
Plucking a weed grown wildly on the ground and putting it into his mouth, he chewed with familiarity. The uncomfortable energy spreads and expands in his body, trying to inflict damage. Murphy knew he has come to the right place.
"Well, time to do some digging." Murphy rolled his muscles and scanned the area to make sure no human was around. He then jumped into the air, slowly raising his right fist towards the ground.
"Let me think, the way that old geezer, Arwin, did it was something like this..." Murphy contemplated the weighty punch of Arwin, feeling the overpowering force inside him, trying to center it on his right fist without letting it burst out. Then, he delivered his punch downwards.
"Oh no, I've overdone it." The thought flashed through Murphy's mind just as his fist made contact with the ground. An invisible shockwave swept along with sand and stone, expanding outwards, eliminating anything in its path. The barren wasteland was quickly shaken by a disoriented tremor, unknown to anyone.
The ground shook for about a minute, but it took a lot longer for the dust to settle. Left standing in the dust, Murphy could only make a tornado to blow away the dust, revealing the aftermath of his punch. Essentially, what was once the ground was now a deep well rather than a meteoric crater.
With the ground removed, Murphy could feel something at the bottom of the well, waiting to be discovered. After applying over ten enhancement buffs for precaution, he finally satisfied jump to the bottom of the hole.
About a hundred meters down, at the edge of his vision, a pale light flickers, its glow reflecting, attracting Murphy's attention.
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"I knew it." Startled by an unknown light source, Murphy quickened his descent.
Finally, about three hundred meters down he found the source of the light. The ground layer was gone, replaced with all sorts of large rocks surrounding him, and in the middle of it all, a beautiful longsword stuck in the rock.
He ran his hand on the hilt of the sword, confirming it was the source of the strange radiation. In an attempt to play around, he flicked the blade, only to get a cut in return.
"What..." Murphy looked quizzically at his parched hand. Ever since he arrived in this world, he has never been hurt from any external sources, whose weapon is this imposing?
He pulled the sword from the rock, holding onto it tight as he flew upward.
"It's repelling me...", Murphy muttered to himself. The sword and Murphy seemed to be like two magnets with same polarities, repelling each other whenever Murphy tried to get a better grip on it.
The sword's rebellion didn't last long. It seemed to have exhausted all of its power just as Murphy reached the mouth of the hole. The shimmer on the blade had completely vanished.
Placing the docile sword into the ground at the mouth of the hole, Murphy began examining the weapon that could cause him harm.
The slender blade was reflecting the afternoon sun, continuing to dazzle with symbols that Murphy couldn't understand. Carved on both sides of the sword were symbols that looked sacred and devoted. Two flawless, colorless gems were embedded beneath hollow metal decors at the hilt and at the pommel, awaiting mana to flow into them for activation.
Murphy couldn't help but wet his lips. It seems he has stumbled upon a golden opportunity.
[Weapon: Helrista's Long Sword +10 (Weapon is bound to Helrista)
Quality: Legendary (Orange)
Attributes: ...
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Intrinsic Silence: After injuring an enemy with this weapon, seals away all the enemy's abilities for a duration of three minutes.
Everlasting Victory: Single physical attack inflicts damage to the surrounding without diminishing effects.
Fantasy: Any attribute magecraft effect enhances by 200%. Mana consumption decreases by half, as does the time required for casting.
Devotion: All divine arts take half the time to chant, with a range increasing by 400%.
Demon Slayer: Any demonic entity slain by this weapon cannot be resurrected.
Chant of Holiness: The faith of the wielder manifests, steadily weakening any creature without faith in the vicinity.
Affection: The wielder can sense the location of this weapon in any circumstance and summon it.
...(continued)
Weapon Introduction: This weapon is built by a young girl, who has used all the treasures she could gather. It highly resents any entity other than the creator.
Just pick a name. Nobody's watching.]
This... Murphy was thoroughly confused. What the hell was the hero thinking, leaving their weapon here? He has to ask Melrose next time they meet. For now, Murphy is doubtful. Although allied with Melrose, information wouldn't just spill out unless he prods for an answer.
Murphy once again grabbed [Helrista’s Longsword] seemingly in a state of hibernation, only to find it out of commission for his use. As it turns out, a hero's charm and mine are at least equal. Hence, a hero's item, or a seal set by them, could not easily be broken by me. Although he wanted this sword for himself, he saw its attributes and pondered on the chances of the hero returning. Murphy decided to exchange the sword for a humble face fruit, something Melrose or the hero would covet as a favour in the future.