Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 49 Sealed Items

”Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t!” Raze mumbled to himself, careful not to express his anger too much for the other people who might be staying at the inn. He just couldnʼt help himself after seeing the effects of the earring.

Out of all the possible outcomes, he was hoping that this type of condition didnʼt come up, but it was most likely so due to the level of the curse. However, he had managed to create a sealed item.

Picking it up off the ground, Raze placed it back in its case and closed it while he let out a big deep sigh.

What Raze had just created was known as a sealed item. In most cases, finding a sealed item might be a joyous occasion because when unsealed, the grade of the enchanted item might actually be higher than what it currently was.

The current grade of the item, an elite item, was more to do with how tough the conditions were to unbreak the seal. The condition wasnʼt so much of a problem, but because it was a cursed item, now it meant if a person were to fail in breaking the condition, the user itself would be cursed as well.

The reason for his frustration was due to him being so conflicted. He had even opened up the case again and was ready to grab the earring and place it on his ear, stopping a few centimeters away.

ʼIf I break the seal, I could end up with a mythical rank item,ʼ Raze thought to himself.

The highest three grades of items, mythical, legendary, and god, werenʼt usually something someone could just enchant. These items were often ones that were found through the portals in other worlds. There were cases where extremely high-level crystals along with rare treasures were used to create these levels of items.

To top it off, they would have to come up with their own formations of enchantment, since enchanting at that high of a level, mages would tend to keep those secrets to themselves.

For this to happen, one would have to find multiple things that aligned and needed to put in the hard work.

Whereas, just finding the top-graded items through expeditions was more likely, but in some cases were just as dangerous. They tended to be in dimensions that many had lost their lives in.

Mythical items and above were items that made one almost have god-like powers. Entire corporations, guilds, and countries would fight over them. Which was why one of the Grand Magus who was able to craft mythical and above items was a figure that could do whatever he wished.

Idore, the Noble One, as they called him. Somewhat the leader of the Grand Magus and the one that put out the hit on his head.

Just thinking about him, dark magic was swirling around the room, and Razeʼs eyes were turning a shade darker, his pupils expanding.

As an example of how powerful these items could be, the book Raze had found in one of the dimensions, was at the legendary rank, and that was the book that contained the ritual that allowed him to transmigrate into the body he was in now.

ʼThereʼs also a chance that this could be a complete dud; there is no guarantee, and it could just be an elite-grade item, which is good, but not good enough for the risk,ʼ Raze thought.

ʼStaying awake for 72 hours is 3 days. Itʼs not an impossible task but extremely difficult. After the 2nd day of no sleep, one would start to hallucinate. It would be hard to tell a dream from reality. It would be hard to process nearly anything or do basic tasks.

The idea of trying to fight against oneʼs natural body to stay awake would be a difficult one without something looming over their head.

ʼTo top it off, there are more conditions, no food or water, to make the mind descend into further madness? If I attempted this, how would I even explain to Kron or the others what I was trying to do.

ʼThey would immediately send me to the hospital or even knock me out, forcing me to sleep. Lastly, putting myself in this state, I would be incredibly weak, and while I have not experienced any new assassination attempts, being in that state would just put a larger target on my back.

ʼI donʼt even have to mention why itʼs bad if I were to fail in succeeding in breaking the seal either.ʼ

In the end, it was just too much of a big risk to try, at least for now. Placing the ring away in the robe, he had also placed the robe away and decided to keep the remaining three power stones. One to feed the robe, the other to head to the other dimension, and lastly, one to sell if he ever managed to figure out a way to do that.

Since Raze was leaving the town, he had placed the robe away, and he felt that he had done what he needed to do here.

It was a shame that the situation had turned out to be a dud, but Raze had time. He was in a new body, and he had already been improving by leaps and bounds; luck wouldnʼt always go the way he wanted.

The town had multiple exits and paths that led to different areas, through different forests and vast lands that took people to other cities and areas.

For Raze, he was leaving out of the west exit, which was placed on a slight uphill. This path led through a forest and the temple that was up ahead. Not many people left through the west exit, since they would have to climb up a large mountain to get to the other side.

They would usually just take the north or south exit that would allow them to bypass the mountain and go wherever it was they needed to be.

Walking down the path, the town was now around a mile away. The rustling of leaves was heard, and stepping on the path, in front of Raze, was a young boy dressed head to toe in dark red cloth. The only part of his clothing that was a different color was his basic dark brown boots, which went somewhat up his shin. Not many people wore them; in fact, the only people that Raze knew who wore them were those from the Clan.

”The fact that you have popped out in front of me means you have some business with me?” Raze asked. ”But I do not know you, so why are you standing in my way?”