( Meanwhile Kronos )


    Having 100,000 TG at his disposal, Kronos felt like he had be a wealthy tycoon.


    After surviving the great massacre of his race, Kronos entered the tower as a dirt poor immigrant who had no money.


    To survive he had to perform odd jobs on floor zero to barely earn a living worth sustaining himself.


    Although 100,000 TG was not an astronomical sum that could help one purchase high quality treasures, for someone of Kronos’s background, who had struggled to earn even a couple TG a month, it was a huge sum. Explore more adventures at NovelBin.C?m


    While the rich squandered 20-30 TG on one meal, there were ces within the underdeveloped regions of floor zero where even one TG could buy a meal pass for a month.


    Naturally, the rich never entered these impoverished areas nor did they know about its existence, however, that did not mean it did not exist.


    After the dungeon raid ended, Kronos specifically entered this impoverished region of floor zero, to look for one cksmith shop in particr that had a sword that had caught his eye years ago.


    Back then, the sword had a price tag of 25,000 TG…. A sum which felt too astronomical for Kronos to ever be able to purchase, however, now that he had the money, it was the first item that he came looking for.


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    The slums of Floor Zero were a sight to behold, unchanged despite the passing years.


    The narrow, winding alleys filled with makeshift homes built from discarded materials and the streets crowded with vendors peddling their wares, reminded Kronos of the first time that he entered the tower and how he was forced to these impoverished regions to look for a job.


    As Kronos navigated through these familiar streets, the memories of his early days in the tower came flooding back.


    At the time, he was a clueless kid with no social skills who would have probably died if it weren’t for his strong vitality which helped him survive on the streets of the slums even without any formidable backing.


    As he walked past the joint where he used to live, each corner, each dpidated building hence, served as a proof of how far he hade, as instead of moving through the streets with his head hung low as he used to, he now navigated them with his chest swollen in pride.


    Finally, as he arrived at his destination: the old cksmith shop, he recognised it by its old wooden sign which was unchanged through the years and now barely legible as the ck ink used to write it had faded through the years from the natural elements.


    The shop looked exactly as he remembered it, a small, nondescript building tucked away in a narrow alley.


    Entering the shop, the familiar smell of metal and smoke greeted him. The cksmith, a grizzled old man with muscles that defied his age, looked up from his work. His eyes narrowed as he saw Kronos.


    "Don’t touch anything if you don’t have the money to pay for it," the cksmith growled, not recognizing the young man who once admired the pieces within his shop from afar.


    Ignoring the cksmith’s warning, Kronos walked straight to the back of the shop where he remembered the sword to be, and much to his joy, the sword was still there after all these years, albeit covered in ayer of dust.


    *PHEWWW*


    Taking the sword in hand, Kronos gently blew off the dust, to reveal the beautiful de underneath.


    The sword was as magnificent as he remembered. Its name, engraved in an elegant script on the de, which read "Bloodbane."


    Bloodbane was no ordinary weapon. Its de was forged from a rare metal that glinted with an almost sinister gleam.


    The hilt was wrapped in ck leather, which was worn over the years but still sturdy.


    What made this sword extraordinary, however, was its unique functionality: it absorbed the wielder’s vitality and converted it into powerful attacks.


    The more vitality that was poured into the sword, the stronger the attack output it generated, which for an ordinary person meant that they could use it to generate a few powerful strikes before copsing from exhaustion, however, for Kronos it was not the same.


    For Kronos, whose near-infinite vitality made him a formidable force, Bloodbane was a match made in heaven, as it was the ultimate cheat weapon, capable of unleashing his full potential.


    "That sword’s been here for years. No one can afford it, and even if they could, it’s more trouble than it’s worth for most folks." The old cksmith said, looking over from his counter as he felt disappointed that the weapon that the customer had chosen to inspect was such a tricky one.


    Although the grade of the sword was [ Semi-Legendary ] it was useless for practicalbat as it was a weapon fit for cannon fodders willing to throw away their lives and not for true warriors that were elites in their field.


    "I’ll take it." Kronos said, turning towards the cksmith with his expression calm and confident.


    The cksmith raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You got 25,000 TG to pay for that?"


    Without a word, Kronos reached into his pouch and pulled out the exact sum, cing it on the counter. The old man’s eyes widened in shock as he counted the money, realizing that this young man wasn’t bluffing.


    Kronos picked up Bloodbane, feeling the weight of the sword in his hands as it somehow just felt right, as if it were an extension of his own body, as he could sense the power within it, waiting to be unleashed.


    "This sword is worth a thousand times this price on the open market if it ever came up for auction," the old cksmith muttered, rubbing his face.


    "I know….. it’s worth at least 25 million gold coins for its grade, maybe even more to the right buyer…. But I’m not nning to resell it" Kronos said, as the old cksmith chuckled at his words.


    "I never sold this weapon at the auction house despite knowing it’s worth because it’s a weapon crafted by myte father.


    He told me to sell this for 25,000 coins and only to someone from this neighborhood and today I’ve fulfilled that promise" The old cksmith said, as Kronos never knew that this piece had such a story attached behind it.


    He had always found it odd that a weapon of such quality was eating dust inside the shabby cksmith shop, however, he had never wondered about the story behind it.


    Nheless, as he left the shop, Kronos couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph for having purchased it today as it was one of his childhood dreams.


    As a dirt poor immigrant, he had dreamt of buying it one day and now that he had the money for it, he finally did.


    He hade a long way from the dirt-poor immigrant who had nothing and buying bloodbane was proof that he was on the right path.


    "Where did those guys ask me to meet them again? Earth right…. Guess I have a couple more days before I need to go there" Kronos muttered to himself as he decided to visit all the old and tasty food shops that he remembered, before making his way to Earth to reunite with Rocky and team.