Chapter 595: Max’s Killing Intent
After spending another full day roaming the strange mirror-filled hall, Max found himself deep in contemplation, exhausted but determined. He had combed through dozens of mirrors—touching them, testing them, sensing the faint fluctuations of energy until he finally uncovered two more mirrors that resonated strongly with him.
One pulsed with the elusive concept of space, the other shimmered with a calm, focused edge that vibrated with sword intent.
Like the flame and lightning mirrors before, each of these mirrors opened a path to a sealed chamber upon resonance. Inside each, after grueling trials testing his understanding and mastery over those concepts, he was rewarded with treasures worthy of his efforts.
The first was the Space Anchor Sphere—a small, metallic orb no larger than his palm, glowing with faint spatial ripples that made the air around it bend subtly. It wasn’t built for combat, but Max could immediately see its overwhelming utility.
According to the system, if the Space Anchor Sphere was planted in any location—say, a secret chamber or his personal stronghold—it would become an anchor. No matter where he was in the world, so long as he channeled a sliver of his spatial energy into the orb, it would tear open space and pull him back to the anchor point instantly.
It was a perfect escape tool, a guardian of secrets, a way to survive any ambush or trap.
Max’s eyes gleamed as he tucked it away with care. "Not flashy, but brilliant," he muttered to himself.
The second treasure was more traditional but no less extraordinary—a technique scroll titled Soul Sword Art. Max read through it quietly, his brows raising in astonishment. It was a sword art that didn’t rely solely on physical skill or elemental mastery—it bonded the sword with the soul.
If Max locked onto an enemy’s soul, then distance, barriers, or stealth would mean nothing. The sword, guided by soul resonance, would fly through any obstacle to strike down the target, even if they were hiding in the most well-guarded corner of the world. It was silent, deadly, and impossible to dodge once the soul was locked.
"A terrifying assassination tool…" Max whispered, already envisioning how powerful he’d be once he mastered it.