Remake from any trash

[You don't have any – tin trash – in your possession. Repair impossible.]

"..."

Just as he thought – the letters creating the word repair in the dialogue window faded as if that option was unavailable, and indeed, when he picked it, he received very specific information.

...but even though – repair- was faded – remake – was shining brightly just like the rest of the words in the dialogue window.

"...remake..."

Viria gulped down his saliva and said out loud...

[Pick trash from your possessions to use as a material for remaking your soul artifact:

-mole-rabbit bones-]

"!!!!!!!!"

The dialogue option that showed up next, made Virai o wide-eyed before he lowered his head a bit more and stared intensely at the pieces of bones on the plate in his lap.

Could it really... really work like that...?

The young man thought to himself and actually had to take a deep breath to compose himself.

"Mole-rabbit bones."

"...?"

"...?"

After a few more seconds, Viria spoke up, making the only available choice, confusing the two intrigued men next to him, before he felt the prison shiv in his hand changing!

"What in the...?!"

"Are you serious...?!"

Just by the shocked voices of Chux and Bossac, Viria could tell that something important happened before he even laid his eyes on his soul artifact.

After all, the bones that were on the plate in his lap just a moment earlier completely disappeared.

He had to take another deep breath before he decided to see for himself what happened, and once he did...

[Prison shiv (mole-rabbit bone) – low grade soul artifact – it sometimes breaks but can be remade from any kind of trash in your possession.

Abilities – Bone weapon (The higher the mastery level, the higher the damage dealt by the weapon) - - Rabbit strike (Adds the speed of a male rabbit's jump to the attack) -

Mastery – level 0/10

Durability 30/30 –repair– -remake-]

The blade in Viria's hand didn't look particularly imposing – it actually looked more like an arts-and-crafts project that took a lazy student less than a week to complete – but it was by far superior to what he was forced to train with all his life until that point.

The grade of the soul artifact jumped an entire grade!

What's more – it now had two abilities!

TWO!

One other difference from how the description looked, was that now both -remake- and -repair- options were faded and impossible to pick.

"Hey! What is it saying now? The description!"

Bossac stepped back towards Viria and asked the young man in an urgent voice.

"It only says (mole-rabbit bone) instead of (tin) nothing else changed – but it sure gave me quite the shock!"

Viria gulped down his saliva and decided that it would be best to keep the newfound abilities of his soul artifact a secret for the time being.

All in all, despite both Chux and Bossac acting so nice to him, he barely knew them and could not be sure whether they are worth his trust.

Not to mention he had no idea how others would react if they learned that apparently, his soul attribute changed its grade and abilities depending on the materials it was made at the moment.

"Ah. Well, yeah. That makes sense... you did say it was trash grade after all."

Bossac sighed and nodded his head with a disappointed expression.

"I'll show you to your place already, okay? See you tomorrow Chux."

"Goodnight to both of you!"

Bossac turned around and waved his hand both to Viria as a sign to follow him and to Chux as a goodbye, and the stall owner responded with a smile.

"Yes, that would be great."

Viria gulped down his saliva and managed to take his eyes away from his remade soul artifact before recalling it back into spiritual energy and following Bossac.

The helpful man lead him to the closest of the roads leading to the living quarters and then the two of them walked all the way to the very last structure.

It was more of a shack than a house, but considering the location, no one had to worry about the weather that always stayed the same.

The only requirement for a shelter was to provide a place to sleep and at least some degree of privacy.

"As I said, it's not much, but it's a start."

Bossac moved aside the door that wasn't even attached to the rest of the construction and pointed at the bundle of blankets.

"The more you work and the more you earn, the better living awaits you. Unlike the outside world where people want to screw each other on every step, this place gives everyone equal opportunities, and it depends on each person to seize them."

The helpful man declared with pride, but Viria wasn't convinced...

"I haven't even slept here one night and I am already feeling motivated to boy myself something better..."

But instead of complaining or speaking his mind, the young man did his best to smile and joke around.

"That's the spirit! Tomorrow I will come to you with the morning bell and show you around the place where the shops and other facilities are open so you could pick the place you want to start at and begin your prison life."

Bossac laughed and patted Viria's back with familiarity, before turning around and leaving him by the shack.

"Oh, and I almost forgot!"

"Yes...?"

The helpful man stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at the suspicious young man.

"You don't have to worry about people scamming you or trying to abuse or use you in any other way – once someone from the first floor does that, they are relocated to the second one to clear their mind. That's also a warning. Don't do anything that you will regret."

Bossac pointed his index finger at Viria, making sure that the new prisoner will understand his intentions.

"Consider me warned. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, boy."

Viria bowed his head gratefully and Bossac finally left.

With very little choice, the long-haired young man got into the shack and pulled the door over for the minimum of privacy before spreading out the bundle of blankets only to realize that it was only a single one packed very slovenly so its volume would suggest there were at least two or more.

"Ha."

Viria let out an annoyed voice and spread the thin blanket on the bare ground – the shack did indeed lack any sort of floor whatsoever, and then laid on the blanket.

Sleeping seemed like his only option for now, and it was a really long day...