Chapter 78: The Legendary Weapon: Berkner

On the rooftop, Fang Shi stood motionless, then began to convulse all over.

Like an epileptic seizure, he shook uncontrollably.

Just moments ago, Fang Shi had sensed the bow’s extraordinary nature.

He probed his spiritual sense into the bow, seeking to discern its properties.

This was normally a benefit granted by the attribute panel.

But an unexpected event occurred—a forceless power surged from within the bow.

It greedily devoured Fang Shi’s magic power.

In mere instants, his magic power dropped by 1 point.

With no choice, he pulled out a low-grade spirit stone.

He rapidly absorbed its spiritual energy to replenish his losses.

This was what he had exchanged for with contributions before leaving the Heaven Sword Sect.

It was also why he had been able to use the White Crane Sword Art in the previous battle.

Otherwise, given the spiritual energy concentration on Blue Star,

Fang Shi would have needed at least a full day and night to fully restore his magic power.

“What the hell is this?”

“How can a weapon behave like this?”

“What kind of spell is causing this effect?”

Before his rebirth, Fang Shi had been only second-rate—his perspective was narrow.

He knew he would eventually encounter things he couldn’t understand.

He hadn’t expected it to come this soon.

The bow was pure white as jade, crafted as if from lamb-fat jade, yet far stronger than any jade.

It had suffered not a single scratch during its clash with the sword.

This alone proved its material was extraordinary.

Yet no matter how exquisite a weapon, it remains a tool of killing.

The devouring force emanating from the bow was endless.

As if it intended to suck Fang Shi dry.

Had Fang Shi not possessed high-quality magic power, it would have already devoured his flesh and blood.

Its original master had been unable to control it.

Yet now, it was a weapon seeking revenge.

“No, I absolutely will not let myself die like this!”

Fang Shi was a decisive man—he trembled as he gripped his sword tightly.

He swung it violently toward his own left hand.

If he couldn’t break the bow, couldn’t he at least sever his own hand?

Better to cripple his hand than be drained to death.

As long as he preserved his life, everything else could be resolved later.

He could then use the Seven-Ring Regeneration Spell to restore his lost limb.

Crash!

A golden light flashed—a forcefield appeared around Fang Shi’s wrist, blocking the sword’s strike.

Fang Shi’s expression changed—he had felt spiritual energy flow from the bow during the attack.

That spiritual energy had formed the forcefield that halted his strike.

The bow seemed to possess its own consciousness, unwilling to let Fang Shi interrupt its feeding.

“You dare block me? Then I’ll keep chopping!”

Fang Shi gritted his teeth, raised his sword again, and struck his left hand repeatedly.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

The impacts rang out continuously until finally—puff.

The Earth Dragon Sword sank deep into Fang Shi’s left wrist, exposing the white bone beneath.

A crack, two centimeters deep, appeared on it.

Had Fang Shi not grown weak from the bow’s torment, and had the True Dragon Armor not offered defense,

His wrist would have been severed outright.

Fang Shi paid no mind to the bleeding—he immediately hurled the bow away.

This was Fang Shi’s strategy: since the bow had self-awareness,

He would drain its energy until its intake could not match its expenditure.

There was a high chance the bow would then detach on its own.

As expected, Fang Shi had won the gamble.

Yet before it slipped from his grasp, the bow’s devouring force surged violently, sucking hard at Fang Shi.

“You have been subjected to an unknown attack.”

“Your magic power decreased by 1 point.”

“Your life value decreased by 36 points.”

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This single suck drained his magic power entirely and reduced his life value by one-third.

Worse still, Fang Shi had possessed some surplus magic power—

Hovering above his dantian, awaiting full integration into his origin.

Once absorbed, it would have permanently increased his magic power by 1 point.

Now it was all gone—he would have to retrain from scratch.

Unlike life value and magic power, this could not be restored quickly.

“Oh well, at least I kept my life,” Fang Shi sighed inwardly.

Only after discarding the bow did Fang Shi finally have time to check his attribute panel.

Only then did he understand the weapon’s danger.

“Berkner’s Demonic Longbow.”

“Hardness: ?”

“Draw Strength: ?”

“Durability: ?”

“Quality: Fourth-Rank”

“Damage Type: Piercing”

“Damage Range: 1D8+6”

“Effect One: Sacrificial Artifact—User must sacrifice 5D10 life value and substantial flesh and blood to use it initially; otherwise, suffer 10D20 devouring damage. Continuous sacrifice is required to further unlock its power.”

“Effect Two: Swiftness—Agility +6 bonus (sealed)”

“Effect Three: Wolf of the Damned, ???”

“Effect Four: Devour the Moon, ???”

“Critical Range: 20–20/×3”

“Weight: 35 kilograms”

“Type: Two-handed use.”

“Evaluation: This is an ill-omened weapon said to demand a heavy price from its users. Forged from the ribs of the legendary beast Berkner, the Devourer of the Moon, it holds unimaginable demonic power and immense strength.”

Legendary weapon!

A legendary weapon not yet fully unsealed!

A damage range of +6 is the most obvious hallmark of a legendary weapon.

Only legendary mages can enchant weapons with bonuses exceeding +6.

Do not underestimate these six points—1 point of damage equals 2 points of strength.

Six extra damage points equal twelve additional strength points.

Fang Shi’s Earth Dragon Sword had only +2 damage range—nowhere near this bow.

Of course, weapon-added damage does not perfectly equate to true strength.

After all, strength also boosts attack speed and can easily trigger critical hits.

But it is still terrifying, especially against monsters immune to normal defense.

A single point of added damage might decide victory or defeat.

When Fang Shi’s spiritual sense touched the weapon, the weapon’s consciousness mistook it for intent to wield.

It immediately unleashed its devouring force, striking Fang Shi.

Had Fang Shi acted even a moment later, his life and magic power origins would have been devoured, causing permanent loss.

That was the true loss—the loss of non-origin magic power was trivial compared to this.

“Oh well, I didn’t know how long it would take to gain that one magic power point anyway.”

“My leveling speed through slaying monsters is faster than this—so it’s as if I lost nothing.”

Fortunately, Lu Xiusi cannot fully unleash the power of this weapon.

Otherwise, with his +6 Agility, he would have reacted instantly as I cast my sword art.

What other tricks he might have left is uncertain.

Fang Shi pondered this, offering himself some reassurance.

Weapons with severe negative effects are called cursed weapons.

Though powerful, their cost is immense.

If Lu Xiusi truly possessed a legendary weapon he could use fully,

the outcome of this battle would be far from certain.

Yet even the most potent cursed weapon is still a legendary weapon.

It still holds its inherent value.

Far beyond any armor alloyed with a bit of adamantine.

"Adamantine Chainmail"

"Durability: 11"

"Endurance: 20"

"Weight: 40 kilograms"

"Evaluation: This is Lu Xiusi's personal armor; due to the alloying of adamantine, its hardness exceeds that of diamond."

In short, Fang Shi’s gains were substantial—truly a blood profit.

He had decided that after the second surge ended, he would travel to hidden places to liquidate these gains.

Otherwise, waiting for the human internal trading system to mature might take an unknown length of time.