CALAMITOUS SEED

One more thing remained now.

[Arsenal]

It was a term that could roughly be translated as inventory. It didn't matter much though, what it did was very simple.

It stored weapons and all sorts of artefacts, including the most important– Recipes.

Any way what Caspian hoped for was a weapon, Recipes took far too much time and searching to concoct.

With a proper blade and the muscle memory left behind by the memories of his future self, certainly, Caspian could at least defend himself.

Hopefully, a situation where he would actually have to raise the blade won't arise. There was no way he was going to survive a scuffle with an abomination from a crisis-ranked event unless he managed to stay out of its sight.

Anyway right, Cass focused back on the task at hand, when he finally read the thing beside his Arsenal his face paled.

Arsenal: [Calamitous seed]

There was nothing more attached to it.

What the hell?