My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 125 Preparing For Departure Part 3

Jack couldn't believe his luck. This would be a huge help in the coming conflict, if he was reading this right. He glanced down at his leg. Having known about this earlier may have kept him from getting almost killed in the last fight. Then again, if he used it then, he wouldn't be able to use it in the next engagement they had coming, so perhaps it was for the best he'd not known until now.
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Clicking out of the item's Inventory Management window, he brought up the window for his axe. There, in the center of the screen, was his old friend, now in two pieces. Having looked at it now, he realized for the first time that he'd never actually seen what its stats were, or if it had any special abilities. Looking things over, he saw that it was called a [+1 Rending Battleax], and in addition to being able to harm non-corporeal ent.i.ties and do additional damage to enemies, it also had a knack for tearing through any non-organic object its blade came in contact with.

It made sense, really. He'd noticed that carving into gnoll armor seemed abnormally easy when he was using it. He was going to miss that.

Looking over the menu, he was faced with two options:

[Repair]- Restore this item to its original state for 2500 gold.

[Sell] - Exchange this damaged item for 2500 gold in Terminal credit.

Looking at the two options, he knew which one he wanted to select. His trusty axe had been with him through so much thus far, and it seemed wrong to get rid of it after all of that, even though it was no longer usable. But he did not have 2500 gold, and he had no idea how he would get it.

Well, he COULD sell the Figurine of Power he had, or the new sword he'd just been given. He mulled over both options. The Figurine of Power was just too useful to pa.s.s up, so he ruled that one out. The question was if the flower-hilted blade was any better than his axe. If it was, it would make no sense for him to sell it to repair a less-good weapon, no matter how sentimental he was about it.

He selected the sword's inventory card, and it displayed up in front of him.

"[Harrowbloom (Mythril Scimitar)]

Rarity: [Unique]

Aura: [Extreme Trans.m.u.tation, Moderate Necromancy]

Base Value: [35,000 gold]

Function:

[Forged in the Second Age by Elven master smiths, Harrowbloom is a +2 Keen Dueling Mythril Scimitar wielded by Feanor the Blessed as he defeated the Dark Lord Halderghast at the end of the Second Age. In addition to being a masterwork blade, Harrowbloom is infused with a fragment of Feanor's spirit, granting the wielder additional Prowess and Perception in combat so long as they possess the drawn blade in hand. This benefit lasts for a duration of 30 minutes within a span of 24 hours, after which blade's spirit is drained of power and must recharge in the scabbard for an uninterrupted period of 24 hours before being usable again. While inert, Harrowbloom functions in all respects like a standard +2 Keen Dueling Mythril Scimitar. This 30 minute period can be extended by slaying creatures of evil alignment, with each kill extending the lifespan of the spirit's energy by 2 minutes."

Jack's eyes widened as he read the weapon's description. It was somehow even more unique and powerful than he'd expected. It's no wonder the Gnoll Champion had been so difficult for him to face. He suddenly felt more than a little guilty. If Urien had known the kind of weapon he was holding, would he have still given it to him?

Jack shoved those feelings aside. It didn't matter. That sword was his now, and with it he now had a much better chance of saving Eleanor.

He went back to the inventory card for his broken axe, and hesitated for one final moment before he selected the "Exchange" option.

"Goodbye, old friend." He said, giving the command.