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Chapter[I don't know. We balling again]

Chosen One

"You are telling me—that you just felt some… connection, and it simply flew to you!?" Said Karen, just looking Avarice dead in the eye.

"Yes, ma'am that is the case," said Avarice with equal vibes.

"Do you know the chances of that happening in a city of thousands!? The chances of an artifact from a chosen to come into the hands of another chosen! This a large ass city, by the way. Do you know, Avarice, do you!?" said Karen with a dead palm expression at this absurd scenario.

"Am sorry for being a side Mc!" said Avarice as he bowed with a sorrowful expression.

"A side what!? What's that?" Karen asked, with a tilted head.

"Sorry, talking like Adrian now… I hope he can't hear me. I don't want to lose this katana. It looks so— cool," said Avarice as he hugged the blade and looked around.

"If I had a god listening to me…so lucky!" said Karen with a pout.

"I don't think you would want them to be watching you… and they are not that different—except being overpowered and all that," said Avarice with a shrug while spinning the katana around.

Karen frowned but kept quiet. Sphire who was fascinated, finally talked, "To think the sword of the Chosen had been in my store; all these years."

"It's like; it was fated to land in his hands," said Karen in disbelief, her eyes still in confusion.

"System, what are the powers of this katana!?" Avarice asked giddily, looking at the air.

Blade of: ??????

History:

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Powers

Ｄｏｍｉｎａｔｉｏｎ　（ID-𝟎𝟎𝟏）

Reduces the stats of an opponent and suppresses their will. The more opponents you have, the stronger the ability, but the use of mana increases exponentially.

Λｌｍｉｇｈｔｙ　（ID-𝟐𝟕𝟑）

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Ｖｉｎｄｉｃａｔｉｏｎ　（ID-𝟔𝟔𝟔 ）

????Error????Error????????System ?????? overloading

"Omg, so many abilities, this is sooo… op! But why so many question marks? Show me all the cool skills, please. Don't do this to meee…! Ok, a fine—I guess I will just— grind, I guess," said Avarice going through happiness, eagerness, bargaining, and finally acceptance.

"You know… you are quite lucky kid, but don't get too carried away with all this, 'cause you never know when the bad luck comes due," Sphire said with a smile before going to a shelf.

"It would seem. I have to give [this] ahead of time. It should protect you from— certain people."

"Yes, he's about to give me a cool… mane!?" Avarice was interrupted when he looked at the rusted-looking paper.

"Is this it!" Avarice questioned with his excitement lessening and a face of disappointment.

"Lad, don't be so— shallow; this is something that the second Chosen One left to one of my ancestors-uncles-ancestors-friends. That got passed through my generation. Each generation is tasked to give it to the person that can wield the first sword. You have no idea just how—happy I am to give it out. Since, I can't wield it. I also can't sell it. Therefore, I have no ounce of attraction to it," said Sphire, closing back the shelf with his other hand trailing in the air as he explained.

"Oh, I guess it's not so bad. Do you have more though? I feel that it should be part of a book!" said Avarice, looking at the spot Sphire took out the parchment.

Sphire smiled and walked to a door. He opened it while looking at them with a chuckle. After passing through, he closed it with a—

Bang!

Shaking the store as Avarice stood there dumbfounded.

"I think he likes-" Karen said before getting interrupted.

"Fucking…! Lucky! Bastard—! Ahhh! It should have been me! Why isn't it me!? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! 7&:&:&:"

A voice boomed from behind the door. Accompanied, by the sound of falling objects. Soon, Sphire walked out with his clothes, looking a bit unkempt. "Oh, I saw a fly and wanted to kill it… but we do not seem to have any more writings. I hope you don't blame me bast- Chosen one, it's not hard being an arrog- hero."

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"Anywho, if you don't have anything else you want to steal, I say you leave my store, h…e…ro," said Sphire with a smile and squinted eyes while visibly shaking.

"We should… leave," said Karen, slowly pointing to the exit.

"Yes… let's go right away!" said Avarice, quickly trekking to the exit, not wanting to look at the raging Sphire.

Outside the store, Avarice was sweating and said, "I don't think he likes me very much… might be jealous."

"Oh, he acts like that all the time… sometimes!" said Karen, stuttering as they walked on the street.

"Uh-huh…Anyways, where are we going next!?" Said Avarice, forgetting the matter.

"Well… we are going to the training grounds. Aren't you excited!?" Said Karen in a high-pitched tone.

"•__• Just because I'm a fighter; does not mean I like fighting!" said Avarice before rethinking and saying, "I like fighting, but not because I'm a fighter."

"Sure… keep telling yourself that!" said Karen walking ahead of Avarice. Avarice then sped up to match her pace. The scene then shifts to another

Dragonborn

A bald man in a robe walked around an expensive office l drinking a bottle of wine. He was entertaining a guest who sat on his chair.

"Nice to meet you, Mr!?" Asked the Mayor as he looked towards Derrick, who was sitting on the chair and playing with a glass of wine:

"Derrick… it's Derrick, yours?" said Derrick with a smile.

"Mayor Gao," responded Gao, who then took a sip of wine and dropped it on the counter.

"But this is not about me… No, no, no, on the contrary." Gao then sat on the chair, facing Derrick, and completed his sentence.

"This is about you— Dragonborn."