Chapter 155: ASHCODE
The last thing he did was check the weapons and orbs he took from the ruins.
As he opened his pocket space, they rained into his room. He had to close it to stop the outflow with a speechless expression. It was a flood.
They were all treasures and all looked in good quality, with each having a hue of violet either at the hilt, full body, or a part. It was like a legendary blacksmith had been trapped inside the ruins and forced to make them all, and among them, a few stood out.
They glowed with intensity as if they demanded attention, and those few were what he went for.
He reached for a sleek, unassuming armor, its surface pulsing faintly. As his fingers brushed it, the armor dissolved into a black liquid, seeping into his Red Sun uniform. It reformed as a subtle, obsidian-like pattern across the fabric, blending seamlessly with the uniform, unlike the usual metal armor worn over the uniform.
The sensation even gave a sense of comfort, as if the armor enhanced his very being.
"Is this even possible?" Baines muttered, brow furrowing as he sensed its effects: heightened resilience, a faint hum of protective energy.
He discarded it for now and picked up a one-handed axe, its black hilt crowned with a violet blade that pulsed like a heartbeat. His frown deepened. He tested another weapon, then another, each radiating similar power.
He went and picked some of the treasures that didn’t have the same intensity, and his brow settled, albeit lightly. Their effects weren’t as ridiculous as those that shone the brightest.
In summary, all the treasures that shone the brightest were all on the level of his collections.
"It doesn’t make sense," he said, shaking his head. "How did the storm create this many treasures?" Their effects were staggering—some amplified body attributes, others channeled or enhanced energy with terrifying precision.
Yet, for all their power, most paled in comparison to what he truly needed for his ambitions. That realization tempered his awe. Another was, everything couldn’t be handed on a silver platter.