Mission And Reward System
Chapter 38 The Sword of the Cursed God

The next auction was a very mysterious and unknown sword, but the auctioneers named it the cursed sword, because anyone who touches the sword will forcefully drain his inner energy madly into the sword, or in other words the sword is difficult to control.

"Before the two power masters in the 80th level from our side tried to control this sword, but as a result they ran out of energy and are now lying in the hospital in a thin, dry condition." Obviously the host told me about two level 80 masters from the auction who had to suffer from trying to control the sword.

"So anyone who wants to have this sword and experience the same thing, then we from the auction party are not responsible for it." Said the auction host affirming.

"Well the starting price of this sword is 10 gold papers and each increment is no less than 100 silver pieces." Said the auction host opening the price.

After the price was opened no one bid the price of the sword, it was certainly understandable given the danger of holding the sword let alone wearing it.

"No one wants to bargain?" Asked the auction host with a cold sweat and anxiety, the article he would get in trouble if he failed to auction the sword again.

"Why did the auctioneers tell of the danger of using this sword, had everyone not known the danger of using this sword I think this sword would have been hard-witted." Inner was upset that the auctioneers were indeed against the auction house's honest policy of such a dangerous sword, as she suggested that the auction house hide the terrifying facts of the sword in order to sell at the auction.

"No one wants to bargain?" Ask the auction host to all the attendees who are just silent.

"Just miss that sword, none of us want to die for it." Screaming one of the participants in the ordinary chair urged for the sword to be passed away.

"This..," The host was speechless.

"If anyone help me, please." The inner auctioneer glanced to the side of the stage where the auction manager was looking at him sharply.

The movements of the auction host had been watched by Derrick who was indeed interested in the sword, Derrick realized that the auction host was anxious and frightened.

"2 gold paper." Pekik Derrick raised his number 7 and called his offer, which is 2 gold papers.

The auctioneer sighed and revealed a relieved smile as someone was interested in the cursed sword.

"2 gold papers from the 7th ordinary chair, is there anything else?" Pekik the auction host announces Derrick's offer.

"2 gold papers the first time..," The auctioneer began counting as no one was interested in competing with Derrick for the cursed sword.

"Are you sure you bought the sword?" Eira asked curiously at Derrick's action of bidding for the cursed sword.

"Of course, the count helps the auction host." Derrick replied with a friendly smile.

Eira also realizes that, hearing the reason Derrick Eira is getting fond of Derrick but he does not show and even scoffs at Derrick.

"Basically a good pretentious." Eira scoffs.

The cursed sword was officially obtained by Derrick for 2 gold papers because no one wanted to compete with Derrick for the cursed sword.

"Can I take it now?" Derrick asked before the sword was taken away by the auction staff.

The host turned to the auction house's managing boss, the boss nodded in agreement. "Of course you can, if you want it." Said the auction host through a round mic flying after the auction host.

Derrick immediately went up on stage and opened the glass covering the sword, the intimidating bloodthirsty aura straight out from the sword made all the ordinary people or warriors who had low inner strength instantly breathless and feel uneasy.

"Truly a terrible sword, even the pressure got here." Rensan muttered in horror.

"The boy is looking to die if he touches the sword, but I wonder what will happen next." VIP No 2 said with pessimism and curiosity at the same time.

Bush!

An intimidating and bloodthirsty aura instantly exploded attacking Derrick who was trying to lift him up.

Derrick who kept trying to lift and open the sword from its sheath was made to hit the wall, the incident invited insults from people in the auction.

"At least he is better than you who can only scorn and insult, but not necessarily dare to do the same." Pekik Eira defends Derrick and keeps everyone quiet.

"What do you mean, miss?" Ask one of the guests not to accept.

"I mean you're all more cowardly than Derrick, for not daring to take that sword like Derrick did, is it obviously cowardice?" Eira makes it clear.

"You mustn't miss, we didn't take the sword because we weren't stupid like it." Reply to the auctioneer infuriatingly.

"Whisper!" Screeched Derrick.

Derrick returned to the sword, took it back and turned it into a pebble and turned it back into a sword hoping it could be controlled, but the result was the same.

"Then what about this?" Peeking Derrick used a magic sealing technique that turned out to successfully suppress the sword, Derrick was like holding an ordinary sword and surprised everyone.

"Good, haha." Derrick laughed out loud because he could control the sword like controlling an ordinary sword.

'Ting'

"The mission of retrieving the god-level sword is complete, because the master is still in the punishment period the master did not get anything from this mission, thank you and see you 3 years later." The system's notifications echoed in Derrick's brain confirming that the mission of retrieving the god-level sword had been completed, but Derrick still had to serve the punishment.

"It turns out this is a god-level sword, meaning that this sword was previously owned by someone strong and earned the title of god? hmm interesting." Mumbled Derrick was happy to get the treasure at the KibaSanqi auction that he attended.

"Because you are called a cursed sword, then I will give you a suitable name, which is the cursed God Sword." Derrick looked at the cursed god sword, then sat back in his chair while being stared at by all the auctioneers in astonishment and confusion.

"I can't wait to wear it and see what you can do for me." Derrick muttered while storing the cursed god sword into his storage ring.

"Are you okay?" Eira asked while sitting next to Derrick who showed a happy smile.

"I'm fine, thanks for standing up for me, Eira." Derrick thanked while smiling at Eira who was immediately embarrassed with a red face blushing because he was stared at directly by Derrick.

"Haha, it's also my job to help my colleagues." Eira said wrong.

The auction resumed, after passing two auctions finally arrived at the 11th auction where the goods auctioned were 1000-year-old soul grass that had been awaited by all auction participants.

"This grass is perfect for those of you who are training their wounded soul or soul force, and if lucky you will be able to level up if you cultivate this soul grass into an energy pill." Clearly the auction host explained the usefulness of soul grass.

"Finally the soul grass appeared at this auction after a long time of waiting." Derrick muttered in spirit, that was also true for some other auction participants who were indeed eyeing soul grass.

"With this grass the strength of my soul will grow stronger." Rensan muttered that indeed trains soul strength.

Soul power might be useless at all, but this power would be extremely dangerous if it attacked someone who had low soul power as it could result in insanity, mental attacks, and even death, or being intimidated that does become a soul force specialist.

"The initial price of this soul grass was 100 gold papers and each increment was no less than 500 silver papers." Pekik the auction host opened the price.

After the price opened everyone instantly raised the auction price from time to time, it seemed like soul grass did attract a lot of people, moreover soul grass was the number two final auction item at the KibaSanqi auction.

"It turns out your competition is a lot too, if you need the help of funds just say." Eira teases Derrick who is dumbfounded to see so many of his competitors in getting soul grass for Raki.

Derrick could only sigh and follow the rules of the game.

Seriate.