Fenrir stared at the sword resting on the rack in his lab. It didn't look flashy. It didn't glow ominously or hum with power like some legendary relic.
But he knew what it could do.
A thirty-percent burn chance on hit was no joke, and the fact that it existed on a C-class weapon made it even more intriguing.
He tapped his fingers against the desk, thinking.
"Should I put it up for auction… or test it first?"
Fenrir wasn't someone who sold a product without knowing its limits. He needed to test it in real combat.
How it swung. How the burn triggered. Whether it had any drawbacks or hidden perks the system hadn't listed.
He opened up the hunters' forum to check dungeon availability and frowned almost immediately.
Nearly every dungeon, even the unpopular or risky ones, was packed. Photos, complaints, and hunter chatter filled the feed, all revolving around one thing—Mr. 'X'.
Apparently, a rumor had spread that Mr. 'X' liked gathering his ingredients personally.
