SHADOW BLACKSMITH'S IMITATION [2]

[Would you like to use [BP] to enhance Weapon: Paralyzing Fangs Daggers?]

Ravan confirmed, and the system displayed the weapon's current stats and the available upgrades.

Ravan allocated the 200 BP he had received, distributing them across various stats.

He increased the daggers' durability, ensuring they would withstand intense battles.

He enhanced their cutting power, making them even more lethal.

He improved their efficiency, reducing the energy required to wield them.

He boosted their strength, allowing them to deliver more powerful blows.

As he made each enhancement, the system chimed in, acknowledging the upgrade.

○○○|Weapon: Paralyzing Fangs|○○○

■Durability:70 [+45]

■Efficiency:55 [+35]

■Cutting Power:60 [+40]

■Strength:50 [+30]

■Paralysis Effect Duration:15 seconds [+22 seconds]

■Speed:45 [+25]

[Ding!]

[Weapon has evolved from B-Rank to S-Rank]

[Blacksmith Points left: 3]

Before he knew it, the system informed him he only had 3 BP left.

He had spent almost all his points on the Paralyzing Fangs, which had evolved from a B-Rank weapon to an S-Rank weapon.

Ravan felt a mix of satisfaction and frustration.

"I've spent all my points already," he muttered.

Jet shook his head as if disapproving of Ravan's spendthrift nature.

Ravan chuckled realization hitting him.

"Hmmm...the more weapons and items I copy, the more BP I will earn."

"I just have to hoard items, copy them, and then sell the originals, gaining immense wealth and power in the process."

Ravan sat in his corner, pondering the myriad of weapons he had accumulated.

He marveled at the intricate designs and the lethal beauty of each weapon, knowing he now had their blueprints safely stored in his mind.

"What am I going to do with all of these?" he mused aloud, glancing at Jet, who flicked an ear in response.

After a moment's contemplation, Ravan decided to store the physical weapons in the system inventory.

If he survived and managed to get out of this dungeon, he could sell them later for a significant profit.

He grabbed the first weapon, a finely crafted sword with a dragon's head hilt, and slid it towards the system window.

It vanished seamlessly.

"Well, that works," Ravan muttered, satisfied.

He continued the process, sliding each weapon into the invisible inventory one by one.

To an onlooker, it would have appeared as though he was pushing items into thin air, causing them to disappear.

Anyone witnessing this might think that the countless encounters with death in the dungeon had driven them mad.

When Ravan attempted to store the eleventh weapon, a sleek longbow, the system chimed in.

[Inventory space has reached its limit]

[To increase inventory space, the host's overall stats must be increased]

"Figured, why did I think there was unlimited space in the first place?" Ravan thought.

Ravan sighed, then glanced at Jet, who looked up at him with bright eyes.

"What do we do with the remaining weapons?" Ravan asked, almost rhetorically.

Jet tilted his head towards a group of people who looked drained and destitute.

They huddled together, their eyes hollow and devoid of hope.

Ravan nodded, smiling beneath his mask.

"Good call, Jet. You have a good heart." He gathered the remaining weapons and approached the group.

"Here," he said, handing out the weapons.

"These should help."

The group's demeanor changed instantly. Their eyes lit up with renewed hope and gratitude.

They thanked Ravan profusely, some with tears in their eyes, as if he were a god answering their desperate prayers.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" one of them exclaimed, clutching a dagger as if it were a lifeline.

Ravan nodded, accepting their gratitude but not lingering.

As he walked away, he felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing he had at least increased their chances of survival.

He wasn't surprised they had been left discarded; the dungeon had a way of bringing out the worst in people.

As he moved away from the group, a man approached him.

"Hey, you're that masked man selling the white healing flowers," the man said.

Ravan, who was slowly putting the remaining weapons back into the sack, glanced up and immediately recognized him.

'Kael...'