All MILFs are Mine Chapter 320: Who needs a blade ?
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
"Rees... You’ve claimed the lives of over half a million humans?" Leon inquired, scrutinizing him with a somber gaze.
"Indeed, Sir... but I would feel more at ease discussing such matters in private," Rees replied, meeting Leon’s eyes.
"I have no interest in your history. My intent is to propose a bargain to your dungeon master, Mr. Michael Jackson," Dreulis interjected in an indifferent tone.
"What kind of deal?" Leon asked, casting a puzzled look at Dreulis.
"I was considering instructing you in some powerful magical spells suitable for actual combat, rather than merely fleeing as you do... Would that interest you?" Dreulis questioned.
"And in exchange?" Leon asked, his expression growing wary.
"In exchange, perhaps you could assist me in expanding my own mastery of the arcane," Dreulis replied.
"Expand your magic? In what way?"
"By allowing him to observe your spell-casting," Rees inserted.
"So, you’ve noticed it too... haven't you? Hehehe," Dreulis chuckled while peering at Rees.
"Master... He desires the very same thing I have begged of you since our first meeting. He wants to witness your unique magic and record every detail in his grimoire," Rees explained.
"Tell me... haven't you attempted this already?" Dreulis countered.
"No... I lost a wager, and now I am prohibited from posing questions," Rees admitted.
"Why are you two so obsessed with studying my ways?" Leon asked with a faint smile, settling back into his wooden chair.
"We are liches... we embraced the path of the undead to accumulate knowledge, and you possess a vast wealth of it; I can sense it," Dreulis answered.
"Don't let that feeling fool you... The more questions you put to this man, the more bewildered you shall become," Rees warned, glaring at Dreulis.
"Hmm...? Those are the first such words I have heard from a lich’s lips, and believe me, it only pricks my curiosity further. So, do we have an accord, Mr. Michael Jackson?" Dreulis asked.
"Let me ponder on this... One, two, three... I believe the answer is zero," Leon murmured softly.
"What is zero?" Dreulis asked, clearly confused.
"The amount of interest I have in learning your trivial spells," Leon replied with a smirk.
"Wow... Hahahahaha! I am fairly certain you have never heard such a retort from a human before, either! Hahahaha!" Rees roared with laughter, mocking Dreulis.
"Is there anything you would change about the proposition? It is open to negotiation," Dreulis replied, tapping his staff on the floor and causing a wooden chair from the corner to slide toward him, which he promptly occupied.
"Actually, I have no desire for anything," Leon said, smiling at him.
"Oh, everyone desires something, Mr. Michael... Power, wealth, insight, or status. Either you do not yet know your own heart, or you are simply guarding the secrets behind your spellwork. So, which is it?"
"Back during my time in the library, I perused a text titled 'Magic Research and Spell Evaluation.' Do you understand how a mage conducts research on a spell? It involves casting it repeatedly to scrutinize changes in mana patterns. You are proposing a deal where you teach me third-rate nonsense simply to observe my mana flows, aren't you?" Leon finished with a grin.
"Very well... I shall offer you something you cannot possibly refuse."
[Note: The base skill set for the {Dark Summoner} class has been bestowed.]
[Name: Summons of Darkness]
[Rank: Unknown]
[Description: To activate the Summons of Darkness, the user must provide sacrifices such as mana cores, corpses, or Ketons. Once sufficient sacrifices are offered, the gates of hell will part, and a minion will emerge. Summoned creatures perish permanently upon death in the mortal realm and cannot be summoned again.]
[Note: The magnitude of the sacrifice directly correlates to the power of the summoned entity.]
[Mana: None]
[Cooldown: None]
"Hmm... A spell that relies on sacrifices rather than mana. What in the world is a Keton?" Leon pondered, his brow furrowed as he stared at the notification screen.
"Umm... are you examining this?" Dreulis asked, brandishing a dark red blade before Leon.
"Hmm...? What is this?" Leon asked, promptly activating his skill.
<Inspect>
[Name: Hellfire Blade]
[Rank: D]
[Description: A unique blade forged within demonic furnaces and sharpened under immense pressure to create an edge capable of cleaving through the air itself. This weapon is etched with ancient dark scriptures that channel hellfire energy, allowing it to incinerate foes instantly. When active, the Hellfire Blade’s sharpness increases by 35%, and every strike inflicts a burning status dealing 800 damage over ten seconds, stackable up to one hundred times.]
"I call it the Hellfire Blade. It is an exceedingly rare weapon crafted in the demon kingdom. It belonged to an infamous demon before I bartered for it. Let me explain its unique properties: this blade can inflict—"
"Burning damage that finishes off opponents over time. I am not interested. I have my own weapon," Leon replied impassively.
"Incredible... Did you discern all of that merely by gazing at the blade, or did you employ some technique to extract that information?" Dreulis asked, clearly intrigued.
"I do not want it... Dreulis," Leon repeated, locking eyes with him.
"Very well then. If the blade does not entice you, I shall offer something else," Dreulis said, vanishing the blade and digging into his robes.
"Show me the skill..."
[Name: Rotten Ground]
[Rank: Unknown]
[Description: Upon activation against a target, an invisible pool forms in a ten-meter radius beneath them. As the foe moves, demonic hands reach from the mire, reducing their movement speed by 20% initially. If they continue to struggle, the restraint intensifies by 20% for every movement until the target is completely incapacitated.]
