Legendary Shelter Survival Guide

Chapter 103 Dissection complete and equipping the new sword.

lucas went toward the area right in front of the shelter's gate where the light was still illuminating from some of the corpse's parts.

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only three of them were left and all of them were the bigger parts. the others were already done and lucas had not seen the ending each time because of not paying attention.

but now he had the opportunity so he tried to not even blink.

in five seconds, the rectangle of light floating in the air started to fade into existence. in place of it, the items were all in place and organized. now that lucas observed, the rectangle was bigger than the whole chunk of the corpse it was processing and the only deduction was that in order to organize the stuff, the skill needed space.

in front of him, there was the usual leather on one side, the sliced pieces of flesh, all the waste matter on one side, the bones on the other. there were no nails or teeth as this particular chunk was cut very unevenly and it was near the ribs.

lucas settled back into his position, determined to stay awake throughout the entire process. he knew that his mana reserves were dwindling, and it was crucial for him to monitor the skill until its completion. the consequences of his mana depleting in his sleep were unknown, but lucas wasn't willing to take any chances. discover hidden content at empire

"holy shit..." lucas had no other way but to cuss. the sword didn't look anywhere near his first sword. it had a huge presence and a feel of royalty.

with a shining silver plate on the scabbard and a hilt with a lot of gems and designs. the sword looked to be made by a very proficient person who knew what he was doing when he made it.

he took a moment to appreciate the weight and balance of the sword. its grip felt natural in his hand, and he could almost sense the latent magic coursing through its blade. with a sense of anticipation and determination, lucas stood up, preparing to test the sword's capabilities.

he moved the scabbard revealing a blade better than his first sword. it had no design and still, it had its own presence that demanded getting attention.

swinging the blade through the air, he marveled at its fluid motion and the way it seemed to effortlessly slice through the space.

the sword was an extension of his will, responding to his every movement with grace and precision. it was clear that this weapon was meant for serious combat, capable of striking down even the most formidable opponents.

lucas looked at his stats which had a surge of points when he pulled the scabbard.

"i can feel the stat increase clearly... is this what it feels like to be an authoritative leader?" lucas thought while feeling confidence welling in his veins. he did not know why but he was even confident to take on the big undead and take it down on his own while possessing this sword.

he placed the sword right inside the scabbard again and looked at yet another piece of rough paper. it was time to brew some potions.

lucas tore the paper which made him feel a headache that could kill an average guy easily.