Chapter 47: Birth of Venus
As Xavier approached the three Steelwolves, he didn’t take a fighting stance. He just stood there, his arms loose at his sides. It was as though this fight would be a walk in the park for him. And indeed it was.
The first Steelwolf lunged, a blur of silver claws aiming to tear Xavier’s throat out. Xavier didn’t attack it. He simply pivoted slightly, catching the beast by its front leg and its thick scruff. Then using the wolf’s own violent momentum, Xavier seamlessly redirected the creature, slamming it headfirst into the dense trunk of an ancient oak tree with a sickening CRACK. The beast died instantly, crumpling to the ground with a thud.
The other two attacked simultaneously from flanking positions. Xavier dropped low, sweeping a heavy leg to shatter the knee joint of the one on his left, causing it to collapse with a yelp. Then he stood up quickly and slammed his elbow on the beast’s head, crushing its skull and killing it instantly. Without breaking his fluid motion, he grabbed the third wolf by the jaw and the back of its neck as it leaped, and twisted his hands. The beast’s neck snapped with the sharp sound of a breaking branch, and it died on the spot, in Xavier’s hands.
In less than ten seconds, the three E-rank beasts were dead.
Xavier dropped the dead beast and dusted his hands off, turning back to Scar. "And that’s how it’s done. Leverage, momentum, and the environment."
Scar stared at the carcasses in awe. He had just watched a man kill three beast singlehandedly with nothing but his bare hands. It was in that moment he remembered that he hadn’t looked into Xavier’s info yet. With that, he immediately activated his Eye of Horus and leveled it at the brute.
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*Name: Xavier Marshal
*Age: 39
*Rank: S
*Ability: Super Strength
*Hp: 150,000/150,000
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Scar’s jaw tightened. He already knew Xavier would be above A-rank. It was the only explanation he could think of after seeing how Xavier brought down a tree with a single blow earlier.
"That would have actually been impressive," Scar finally replied, his tone dripping with dry sarcasm, "if you weren’t an S-rank maniac with super strength. You could have just flicked them in the head and they would have died."
"No, they wouldn’t," Xavier said, his face devoid of amusement. "I held back ninety-nine percent of my strength when I was fighting them, yet I still prevailed. So you see... It’s not about the rank or the ability, kid, It’s about thinking fast. Studying your opponent and figuring out their weaknesses. Using the environment to your advantage."
Scar rolled his eyes, letting out a loud scoff. "Easy for you to say," he rolled his eyes. "You have the strength of a thousand men and your body is basically indestructible. Of course you’ll have the luxurious option of using your bare hands to fight. But me? That’s a risk I’m not willing to take."
Xavier stared at Scar for a while, thinking about what he said. Then he exhaled. "You don’t have to fight with your bare hands all the time. I’m not asking you to," he said with a surprisingly soft tone. "All I ask is that you do so once in a while. Maybe with lesser ranked beasts to reduce the risks. But either way, you need to learn how to survive without abilities or weapons. And if you do, I promise you will become much more formidable and dangerous to your opponents."
Scar stood on the spot, contemplating Xavier’s words. There was something about the man’s speech that made Scar feel a rush of adrenaline. He suddenly felt like doing something extremely risky but exciting.
In that moment, a furious howl cut through the clearing.
Two more Steelwolves burst from the treeline, their eyes locking onto the mangled corpses of their packmates. The fur along their spines stood entirely on end, vibrating like metallic blades as they bared their fangs at the humans.
Xavier didn’t move to engage. Instead, he stepped back, crossing his massive arms over his chest. He looked at Scar, that terrifying hint of a smile returning to his scarred face. "Looks like today is your lucky day. We don’t even have to go hunting. The prey is coming to us," he said. "Go. Take them. And remember, no weapons, no speed."
Scar let out a scoff. "I don’t think so," he retorted. "I don’t have super strength like you, old man. Are you trying to get me killed? I need my weapons."
"I told you, it’s not about the strength," Xavier barked, his voice carrying absolute authority. "It is about the brain. Go fight them. Use your environment. Use everything around you to your advantage."
The two beasts didn’t wait for Scar to agree. They charged, their heavy paws tearing up the damp earth.
Scar cursed under his breath. He fell back on his raw instincts and his newly enhanced durability. As the first wolf lunged, snapping its jaws toward his chest, Scar didn’t try to block. He dropped into a slide through the slick mud, dodging the razor-sharp claws by inches. As he slid under the beast, he grabbed a jagged, heavy stone from the dirt and violently drove it upward, tearing into the wolf’s softer underbelly.
The beast howled in pain, tumbling over. But before Scar could recover his footing, the second wolf was on him. Its metallic claws raked across Scar’s left shoulder, tearing through his jacket and drawing three deep, bloody lines across his skin.
Scar hissed in pain, but his rapid healing factor immediately began knitting the flesh back together. He kicked hard, planting his boot directly into the wolf’s snout to create distance. The beast stumbled backward. Scar scrambled to his feet and grabbed a thick, broken branch from the ground. As the wounded first wolf scrambled back up to charge again, Scar vaulted off the trunk of a nearby tree, using his momentum to bring the heavy branch down directly onto the creature’s skull with a sickening crunch. The beast froze, its body shook one last time before it collapsed to the ground.
One down.
The second wolf lunged again. Scar threw a handful of wet dirt directly into its eyes. The beast thrashed, momentarily blinded. Scar closed the distance instantly, leaping onto its back and wrapping his arm around its thick neck in a desperate sleeper hold. He squeezed with every ounce of strength he had, his muscles burning as the beast violently thrashed, trying to crush him against the trees. Scar held on until the wolf’s struggles finally ceased, its body going limp in the mud. It was dead.
Scar collapsed off the carcass, lying flat on his back on the damp earth. His chest heaved, his lungs burning for air. His shoulder had been completely healed.
"Not bad, kid," Xavier’s voice came from above him. "I knew you could do it."
Before Scar could catch his breath to deliver a sarcastic retort, the ground beneath them began to tremble. A shadow fell over the clearing. The trees groaned, splintering as a massive beast pushed its way into the open. It was an Alpha Steelwolf—a C-rank monstrosity easily the size of a military transport truck. Its fur was plated in thick, interlocking armor resembling dark titanium, and its eyes burned with a terrifying, intelligent malice.
Scar froze on the ground, his system blaring a high-level threat warning in his vision. He couldn’t kill that barehanded.
"Get up, kid," Xavier said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble. "Class is still in session."
The Alpha roared, a sound that physically vibrated in Scar’s chest, and charged with terrifying speed.
"Go and intercept it!" Xavier yelled. "I’m right behind you!"
Scar didn’t hesitate. He scrambled to his feet, sprinting toward the beast’s flank. But the Alpha ignored him, swinging a massive, armored paw directly at Xavier.
Xavier stepped into the strike, catching the truck-sized paw with his bare hands. The ground beneath the giant cratered from the sheer kinetic impact, but Xavier didn’t budge an inch. He roared, his muscles bulging as he violently twisted the beast’s limb, forcing the massive Alpha down onto one knee.
"Now, kid!" Xavier roared, pinning the struggling monster. "Take out its eyes!"
Scar leaped onto the beast’s armored back, scrambling up toward its massive head. The Alpha thrashed wildly, its jaws snapping the air. Scar gripped the thick, metallic fur for balance, reared back, and drove his thumbs violently into the beast’s eyes.
The Alpha shrieked in agony, blinding itself in a frenzy of pain. It reared up, bucking violently. Scar was thrown through the air, crashing heavily into the brush.
"Get up, kid. We’re not done yet!" Xavier yelled. Then he delivered a brutal, earth-shattering uppercut to the beast’s ribs, cracking the heavy armor and knocking the wind out of the monster.
Scar scrambled out of the brush. He saw a massive, jagged splinter of oak wood protruding from a shattered tree nearby. He grabbed it like a spear, sprinting forward. With the beast momentarily stunned and blinded, Scar slid under its jaw and drove the makeshift wooden spear upward through the soft, unarmored flesh of its throat, straight into its neck.
The Alpha froze. It let out a gurgling, wet breath, then slowly collapsed onto its side, shaking the entire forest floor. But it wasn’t dead yet.
Xavier calmly strode toward the twitching wolf, then he raised his foot and brought it down on the beast’s skull, dealing the final blow and killing it on the spot.
Scar fell back into the mud, absolutely exhausted, his arms coated in dark blood.
Xavier casually kicked the massive carcass, and walked over. He looked down at Scar, giving him a single nod of approval. "Good job, kid. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up." He said, stretching out his hand. "There’s a stream nearby where we can wash up."
Scar heaved a sigh and took Xavier’s hand. The man pulled him up, and they began heading towards the stream.
An hour later, a smokeless fire was crackling in the center of the clearing.
After they washed off the dirt and mud in the stream, Xavier and Scar returned to the clearing where Xavier had expertly butchered the giant beast. He roasted thick, marbled slabs of the Alpha’s meat over the open flame on makeshift wooden spits. The smell was surprisingly rich and savory.
Xavier handed Scar a heavy chunk of meat on a stick. "Here. Eat up."
Scar collected it and took a bite. The flavor was intense, but almost instantly, a rush of warm, revitalizing energy washed through his veins. His system pinged gently.
[Host has consumed a C-Rank Magical Beast Meat:
+2 Stamina,
+1 Strength]
Scar’s eyes widened. "The meat actually increases stats?" He asked in shock.
"Just like humans, Magical beasts also have mana cells," Xavier explained, tearing a huge chunk of meat off his own skewer. "When you consume the meat of high-tier beasts, the energy in their cells infuses directly into your own cells and increases your stats. But it’s not all beast meat that grants a physical stat boost. Some have no effect at all."
Scar nodded and chewed silently, watching Xavier across the fire. The first Henry’s memories were surfacing, painting a clearer picture of the man.
Xavier had grown up closely tied to Jane’s family. After losing his own parents in the first mutant invasion, he had been adopted by the matriarch of the Carter family—the Amazon Queen herself. Jane and her twin sister were practically his elder sisters. He had trained and lived with them for most of his life. He had even been a top operative for TRIAD, though he left the agency ten years ago after another devastating mutant attack to join Jane’s faction.
But the most striking memory Henry held was that Xavier used to be a fun, vibrant and playful person. The man who sat before Scar now, scowling at the fire and radiating grief, was a shadow of his former self. Nobody had ever told Henry exactly what happened during the recent mutant attack, but one thing was clear... that incident had broken Xavier completely.
"So," Scar said, wiping his mouth and leaning back against a log. "You know, if I keep training like this, and eating beast meat for breakfast, I’m going to become stronger than you in no time. I’ll develop my body to be even better than yours."
Xavier paused his chewing. He looked at Scar, then let out a low, gravelly chuckle. "In your dreams, kid. To even get close to my physique, you’d have to train at least eight times a day, every single day, for the next ten years. And you’d probably go bald doing it."
Scar smirked. "I have a feeling it won’t take me that long."
Xavier chuckled again, shaking his head and looking at Scar like he was delusional. "Okay, kid. Whatever you say."
After they finished eating and buried the remnants of the fire, Xavier called it a day and they hiked back to the hovercar.
As they took off and merged into the high-altitude transit lanes, Scar looked out the window. The skyline of Arcadia was shrinking behind them, replaced by a sprawling, elegant cityscape of gleaming white architecture and lush, suspended gardens.
"We’re going the wrong way," Scar noted, turning to Xavier. "Arcadia is back there."
Xavier didn’t take his eyes off the navigation holos. "Good observation. But we’re not going back to the Glacial Palace. Felicity asked me to drop you off in Iris City. You have a session with Jane this afternoon. I believe she’s to be your martial arts instructor."
Scar let out a long, irritated sigh, slumping back in his seat. "Couldn’t she have just let me do that tomorrow?" He complained. "I’m exhausted."
"Felicity told me about your unwillingness to do these sessions," Xavier said, his voice flat. "She wants you to try everything out today, see it for yourself, and then decide if you are going to continue or not."
"Well," Scar crossed his arms defensively. "If you were me, would you just accept being dragged around like a puppet?"
"I would," Xavier said instantly.
Scar frowned. "Why?"
"Because Felicity knows what is best for you. She always has," Xavier said, his tone turning serious, losing its rough edge. "It would be much better for you if you started listening to her rather than acting like a petulant jerk."
"I’m not a jerk," Scar muttered.
"You are," Xavier corrected bluntly. "You have a mother who cares for you deeply. Who built a fortress to keep you safe. At your age, I had already lost my mother, my father, and my siblings. I had nothing."
Xavier glanced at Scar, his eyes hard and unyielding. "Be nicer to Felicity, kid. Treat her better. It is never easy being a single parent, especially one carrying the weight of the world. You never know when she might be gone forever. And when that happens, the regret will eat you alive. Trust me."
Scar didn’t have a snarky comeback for that. He simply turned his head, staring out the reinforced glass at the passing clouds, the silence in the cabin heavy with Xavier’s unspoken grief.
Eventually, the hovercar descended into Iris City.
The architecture here was vastly different from Arcadia. Where Arcadia was a futuristic, neon-lit metropolis, Iris City was peaceful, built with elegant curves, sprawling parks, and wide, sunlit avenues. It was familiar to Scar since Henry had been brought here when he first visited the Pegasus Guild.
Xavier navigated through the light sky traffic, descending into a highly exclusive, peaceful district lined with massive, sprawling mansions. He pulled the hovercar up to a sweeping driveway and landed smoothly in front of a majestic estate secured by towering, bright silver gates.
"We’re here," Xavier said, unlocking the doors. "Head inside. Jane is expecting you. After your training with her, Felicity would come pick you up."
Scar nodded, unbuckling his harness. He stepped out onto the pristine pavement, then paused. He looked back through the open door at the man. "Will I be seeing you again?"
"That depends on you, kid." Xavier grunted.
Scar smirked faintly. "Well, then I guess this is goodbye. For now," he closed the heavy door, leaning down to look through the window. "See you in the next session, old man." Then he turned and walked away.
Xavier just shook his head with a slight chuckle, engaging the thrusters and tearing back up into the sky.
Scar walked up to the towering silver gates. The guards stationed outside recognized him instantly. They snapped to attention, pulling the heavy gates open. "Welcome, Young Master, Myers. Lady Carter has been expecting you. Please proceed to the main house; someone will attend to you at the door."
Scar nodded, walking up the long, manicured pathway.
The Carter estate was breathtaking, but in a vastly different way than his home. The Glacier Palace was intimidating, built on aesthetics of sharp ice, cold blues, and imposing grandeur. Jane’s mansion was the peak of modern elegance. It was designed with warm, sweeping curves, massive floor-to-ceiling windows that let in rivers of natural sunlight, and lush indoor gardens that blended seamlessly with the living spaces.
As he climbed the wide marble stairs, the huge double doors opened automatically. A neatly dressed maid in her late thirties stood there, bowing warmly.
"Welcome, Young Master. Please, follow me."
She led him through a brightly lit foyer and into the main living room. The space was massive, decorated in soft creams and golds. It looked incredibly expensive, filled with plush modern furniture, but Scar still internally favored the cold, stoic beauty of the Glacier Palace.
"Please have a seat," the maid offered politely. "Lady Carter will be with you shortly."
Scar nodded as the maid walked away. He didn’t sit down. Instead, he wandered around the expansive living room, his eyes scanning the incredible collection of antiques and fine art adorning the walls.
After looking around, his gaze found a piece that managed to interest him: Hanging proudly above a modern, unlit fireplace was a massive, stunningly preserved oil painting.
Scar recognized the ethereal figures, the floating goddess on the half-shell, the Zephyrs blowing the wind.
It was The Birth of Venus.
Scar was deeply stunned. This painting was a masterpiece by Sandro Botticelli, an artist from his previous world who lived in the 15th century. How was it here? Did the Renaissance happen in this timeline as well? And more importantly, why would Jane casually hang a priceless, historical artifact in her living room? It belonged in a museum.
"A magnificent piece, isn’t it?" A soft, feminine voice drifted into his ears from behind.
Scar turned slightly to see Jane walking into the room. She was dressed in comfortable, form-fitting training clothes, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, looking effortlessly stunning.
"I won it during the Amazon Tournaments twelve years ago," Jane continued, walking up to stand beside him and admire the painting. "Courtesy of my mother."
"It’s a beautiful piece," Scar said, his eyes scanning the canvas. "The artist’s use of tempera on canvas, rather than the traditional wood panels of his era, gives the flesh tones that incredibly distinct, ethereal translucence. It’s a hallmark of the early Renaissance."
Jane turned her head, looking at him with genuine, deep surprise. She smiled warmly. "I certainly didn’t take you for the type who appreciated classical artworks."
Scar offered a faint smirk, keeping his guard up. "I could say the same about you."
Jane laughed softly. Then, without any warning, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him into a warm, deeply affectionate hug. She practically cuddled him against her shoulder. "Oh, I’ve missed you so much, you little rascal!" she cooed, her voice dropping into a playful, babying tone.
Scar stiffened, entirely unaccustomed to the physical affection, his arms awkwardly hovering by his sides. "We saw each other just a few days ago at the estate." he muttered through the embrace.
Jane pulled back, keeping her hands on his shoulders, her expression turning apologetic. "I know, I know. I am so sorry I missed your big awakening party. Faction business kept me buried in paperwork. But I was so excited when Felicity called and told me you had finally developed an ability! And a unique one at that! You are going to do wonderful things, darling. I just know it."
Scar couldn’t help the small, genuine smile that broke through his cold exterior. "Thank you." he said softly.
Jane sighed, her eyes softening with a heavy, maternal sorrow. She reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I also heard about... your condition. I am so terribly sorry for not finding you quickly that day. If I had just gotten to you earlier, you never would have fallen into that pit and hit your head."
Scar gave a wry smile. He knew the truth behind what had happened that day, and he was stunned that a woman as sharp as Jane had completely fallen for Felicity’s fabricated cover story.
He played along flawlessly. "It’s not your fault. It was mine for wandering off in the first place. We should all just be thankful I’m alive."
Jane nodded, a relieved smile returning. "Yes. We should." She tilted her head, studying his face closely. "So... who am I speaking with right now?"
"I’m Roy," Scar said evenly.
"Ah, Roy," Jane chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Felicity already told me a bit about you."
Scar raised a skeptical brow. "What exactly did she say about me?"
"She said you are quite skilled," Jane ticked off on her fingers. "Highly analytical... and perhaps a bit impulsive."
Scar scoffed lightly. "Well, she’s not wrong."
Jane laughed heartily. "She also said you’re an handful. But honestly, I deal with that type of personality every single day."
Scar immediately knew exactly who she was talking about. And as if summoned by the conversation, Alicia suddenly walked into the living room. She was dressed in an athletic crop top and tight running shorts, paired with pink sneakers. She wore a red headphone over her head, and she was humming a soft tune. She looked so ordinarily beautiful and charming it was almost disarming.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and paused when she saw Scar standing next to her mother. The humming stopped, and a mischievous smirk instantly spread across her face.
"Hi, Mom," Alicia said, stepping fully into the room and pulling down her headphones. Then she looked at Scar, locking eyes with him. "Hi, Roy." She said, her voice carrying that familiar playful edge.
Scar felt his jaw clench. His hands balled into fists at his sides, but he forced a polite, dangerously calm smile. "Hello, Alicia. It is a pleasure to see you again."
Alicia chuckled softly. "A pleasure indeed."
They held each other’s gaze, the air in the living room suddenly thick with an unspoken, fierce rivalry. It was like two apex predators sizing each other up in a small cage.
Jane noticed the heavy tension immediately, but she waved it off with a chuckle, assuming it was just teenage chemistry. "How did you know he was Roy, sweetheart?" she asked, curious.
Alicia finally broke the staring contest, shrugging a delicate shoulder. "It was just a good guess." She said smoothly.
"Or maybe it’s the eyes," Jane observed, pointing a finger. "Your irises are purple right now. Which means they assume a different color whenever Henry takes over, right?"
Scar was mildly surprised she had picked up on the biological mechanic so quickly. "Yes. That’s correct."
"Wow," Jane chuckled, clearly fascinated.
"That’s an incredibly cool mechanic." Alicia said dryly, pretending to not know about it already. Then she adjusted her headphones and looked at her mother. "Anyway, I’m heading out to the gym."
Scar raised an eyebrow. He was genuinely surprised a girl of her caliber bothered with workouts, but he kept the thought to himself.
"Okay. Have fun, sweetheart," Jane said warmly. "Don’t overwork yourself."
"You too, Mom," Alicia smiled. Then, as she walked past them, she stopped, leaning slightly toward Scar. Her voice dropped into a low, commanding tone disguised as a polite request. "Go easy on my mom, Roy. And I hope you’re still around when I get back. There are a few... things I would like to discuss with you."
Scar frowned deeply. From the sharp look in her eye and the precise cadence of her voice, she wasn’t asking; She was ordering him to wait.
He didn’t retort. He simply looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Okay. I’ll wait." Scar said.
Alicia’s smirk widened into a victorious smile. "Good."
Then, she turned and walked gracefully out of the living room, waving a hand over her shoulder. "See you guys later!"
When the heavy doors clicked shut behind her, Jane let out a fond laugh. "Speak of the devil, am I right?"
"Yeah," Scar murmured softly, his eyes locked on the spot where Alicia had just stood. He whispered under his breath, "The devil."
Jane clapped her hands together, breaking his focus. "Alright! Enough goofing around. We should get started with your training," she said. "Come with me."
She led him out through the massive glass doors at the rear of the living room. They walked through the sprawling, manicured gardens, passing several guards and groundskeepers who immediately bowed in respect as Jane walked by.
They bypassed several smaller, elegant outbuildings until they reached the edge of the property where an open edifice occupied.
Scar stopped, taking in the structure before him. It was a massive, open-air arena carved into the earth, resembling a miniature Roman coliseum. The fighting floor was lined with packed, reinforced sand, and tiered stone seating wrapped around the perimeter. Weapon racks gleamed under the afternoon sun, filled with every conceivable bladed weapon.
Jane stepped down onto the sand, turning to face him with a welcoming, yet incredibly dangerous, smile.
"Roy, Welcome to my Arena," she said, her voice echoing slightly in the open-air arena.
Scar stepped into the space, marveling at the entire size and elegant of the arena. "Wow. It’s... amazing."
Jane chuckled. "Yeah. It is."
She walked over to a polished wooden table resting near the weapon racks. "Xavier sent me a brief on your time together. I know he put you through the wringer this morning. I’m not going to force you into intense martial arts drills when your muscles are already tearing themselves apart to rebuild. So today, we will focus purely on weapon technique. Felicity mentioned you have a thing for daggers, correct?"
Scar crossed his arms, leaning slightly on one leg. "I know my way around a blade," he said smugly. "So I don’t think there’s much you can teach me when it comes to close-quarters lethality."
"Is that so?" Jane stopped at the table. She didn’t pick up one of the high-grade, combat daggers from the rack. Instead, she picked up a standard, stainless-steel kitchen knife that had been resting next to a bowl of oranges, some half-eaten, some whole. She turned back to him, twirling the kitchen knife effortlessly between her fingers. A warm, terrifyingly calm smile spread across her face. "Attack me, then. Show me what you got."
Scar frowned. "You’re holding a fruit knife. If I strike you with my dagger, that cheap steel will shatter on impact, and I’ll end up stabbing you." He pointed out.
"Worry about yourself, Roy," Jane challenged softly. "Come on."
Scar’s eyes narrowed. Fine. He summoned his dagger from his inventory and moved. He didn’t use much speed—he didn’t want to actually kill her—but he launched forward with the lethal, fluid grace of a master assassin. He aimed a rapid, feinting slash at her shoulder, intending to pivot and tap the flat of his blade against her ribs.
But he never made it to the pivot.
As Scar slashed at her shoulder, the blade of his dagger suddenly struck the cheap kitchen knife. A sharp, deafening CLANG echoed through the arena. The kitchen knife didn’t shatter. It didn’t even notch. It felt like Scar had just struck a solid wall of diamond. The kinetic feedback vibrated painfully up his forearm.
Before Scar could register the impossibility of the block, Jane stepped inside his guard. Her movements were a blur of refined perfection. She deflected his kinetic momentum, sweeping her leg behind his knee while simultaneously pressing the blunt edge of the kitchen knife directly against his carotid artery.
Scar found himself staring up at the bright sky, flat on his back in the sand, the kitchen knife resting flawlessly against his throat.
Jane looked down at him, her smile unwavering. "You lose."
Scar stared at the cheap steel blade, utterly bewildered. What the hell just happened? How could a simple kitchen knife not shatter on impact with his almighty A-rank dagger?
He subtly activated his Eye of Horus to inspect Jane’s stats.
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*Name: Jane Carter
*Age: 61
*Rank: S
*Abilities: Item Gradability, ???
*HP: 500,000/500,000
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