In the Name of God - Chapter 104.2
I raised both hands to shoulder height, repeatedly clenching and unclenching them as if to show off. Seeing that, Kwon Jeong-han wore a relieved expression.
“I heard they were completely crushed, but it seems it was a false rumor.”
Although it was not a false rumor, I decided not to say anything. Because the story of healing these hands in one go had to be used to prove my value for the next promotion.
Rather than that, I was curious as to why Kwon Jeong-han was here.
“What brings you here?”
“I came to pick up a new artifact I ordered previously.”
“A weapon?”
“No, auxiliary equipment. I was planning to drop by the auction house at the same time.”
Kwon Jeong-han answered casually while pointing familiar-like toward the upper floor. Just from that action, I could guess that this guy frequented this place.
“Hmm, you seem quite familiar with it?”
“Well, since becoming Rank 6, I have been coming here every week… Why are you looking at me like that?”
Feeling that my gaze was unusual, Kwon Jeong-han paused mid-sentence.
I grinned wide and crooked my finger to tell him to come closer.
“Jeong-han, you are free right now, right?”
Although hesitating, Kwon Jeong-han took a step closer following my beckoning gesture. Even in that short moment, he kept glancing at Lee Sunho, though I do not know why he was doing that.
“Rather than being free… I have some spare time until the auction starts.”
“That is a relief.”
To think he was a guy who enjoyed shopping every week in this complex and dangerous maze, and attended auctions where rare artifacts appeared as if it were the most natural thing.
There was no guide more perfect than this.
“You need to be our guide for a bit.”
At those words, Kwon Jeong-han’s face stiffened in an instant.
***
As soon as the elevator doors opened, a sharp metallic smell that could not be compared to the 1st floor lobby pierced the tip of my nose.
It was not the smell of blood. It was a refined killing intent emitted by hundreds and thousands of famous swords and weaponry. A silence hovered in the wide hall. Only a few Awakeners moving with hushed footsteps passed between the display stands like ghosts.
“This is the 3rd floor main hall. The weapon area is over that way.”
Kwon Jeong-han shifted his steps while pointing toward the left of the 3rd floor, where a vast weapon area stretched out endlessly.
“Most of the mass-produced weapons between Rank B and Rank A that are normally traded are here. Swords, spears, axes, blunt weapons… As you can see, the detailed sections are divided by type.”
Even though he was dragged along almost by force, he seemed to intend to do his job as a guide properly. Although letting out sigh after sigh could not be helped.
Kwon Jeong-han raised his hand and continued his explanation while pointing left and right at the weapon area filled with numerous display stands.
“The place covered with a red carpet on the left is melee weapons, and the blue carpet side on the right is the ranged and special weapon area. The firearms you are looking for are past these two areas at the deepest part.”
It was a clean explanation without unnecessary clutter.
Following Kwon Jeong-han’s guidance, we moved our steps toward the area covered with a red carpet, that was, the passage where melee weapons were displayed.
Inside the display cases lined up on the left and right, weapons that had lost their owners were emitting their respective killing intents.
A longsword holding a frost-like coldness, an axe wrapped in red bloodthirst, and even a mace causing a heavy mana wave.
Among them, there were items that looked quite usable, but whether they did not meet Lee Sunho’s high standards, he did not even glance at them and only walked while wrapping his arm around my waist.
It was just then.
Amidst the smell of numerous metals, a particularly cold and heavy energy caught my senses.
Without realizing it, I came to a dead stop.
When my feet stopped, Lee Sunho, who was walking alongside me, and Kwon Jeong-han, who was walking ahead to guide us, both stopped at the same time and looked at me.
“Seong Do-yoon?”
Kwon Jeong-han called out to me asking what was wrong, but I could not answer.
The long shaft, which easily exceeded the height of an adult man, had distinct traces of being crudely hammered from black iron, and the sharp piece of metal hanging at the end emitted a terrifying sharpness like the teeth of a beast that had endured long years.
Unlike other weapons, there were no flashy mana circuits or noble gem decorations.
It was merely a structure that was endlessly simple and ignorant, made solely to pierce through and kill the opponent.
The moment that severely rough and primitive shape entered my eyes, I held my breath.
That black spear was the very first weapon my apostle used in the past.
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