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After a storm passed, Kim Han grasped a weapon that clanked and rattled in his hand.

“Cheong, come out.”

“Thank you.”

Cheong, fitting his size, silently thanked Kim Han and took the weapon.

A druid. He was called the Druid of Sacrifice not only because of his Healing but also because of his proficiency in curses. Then why was he labeled ‘sacrifice’?

“How is it?”

“It’s a weapon that fits me perfectly. Thank you once again.”

Sometimes he plants totems or summons animal spirits via invocation to enter combat, and other times he focuses on Healing like a priest.

And occasionally he lays curses. Druidic cursecraft is scarier than one might think because it uses the caster’s blood as a medium.

In his previous life, Cheong once drained his blood almost to the point of death to reduce an Ancient Prime Beasts’ power by 20% for five minutes. Of course, he was a 20-year veteran then.

No one in the legion yet knew, but Cheong was the legion’s sole cursecaster.

So the other members couldn’t help but tilt their heads at Cheong’s words; his past actions hadn’t matched that image at all.

Amid the puzzled atmosphere, only Cheong and Kim Han smiled in satisfaction.

After that the distribution continued swiftly. Successive items kept appearing, at minimum Legend-grade—no Super Unique grades among them.

Hugo received the ‘Black Dragon Gauntlets [Legend]’.

These gloves, made by overlaying mithril onto Black Dragon hide, primarily absorb impact. It was equipment more necessary to Wigo than any armor, so he was greatly pleased.

Kitas obtained the ‘Dragon Wail Leather Gloves [Legend+]’.

Having not expected daggers to appear on this expedition, she was very satisfied with Kim Han’s explanation.

There was one reason for the name ‘Dragon Wail’: it makes divine power vibrate rapidly. Kim Han explained that the vibrating divine power grants cutting force and even a brief counter to zombies.

Kitas, having confirmed that simply touching a solid steel bar with the dagger cut it as if slicing flesh, cried out in joy and hugged Kim Han.

Since it was a pair of leather gloves rather than a weapon, they suited her dual-dagger style perfectly and would help her attain faster her former epithet’s ability, ‘Swift Fang of Poison’, from her past life.

Mio and Mishel each took a ‘Bracelet of the Air Spirit [Legend]’.

It wasn’t because it came as the only pair among the spoils that they both received one. Each bracelet contained an advanced Air Spirit. That was the entirety of the appraisal note for the ‘Bracelet of the Air Spirit’ both members received.

But the special nature unique to air spirits, rather than the four elemental spirits, was not as simple as the description suggested.

Thanks to these items, their combined technique would now develop to the point where they could detect even air tremors caused when their blades sliced the void.

The ‘Boots of Island Duel [Legend]’ went to Joel, known by the epithet Island Duelist.

Kitas, who favored speed like Joel, shook her head at the boots while learning movement techniques, and Joel changed into them on the spot.

Joel’s quick, darting movement looked somewhat awkward. That was because the Boots of Island Duel had a short-range teleportation property.

Without any magical effect or divine power movement, merely moving quickly—almost like Lee Hyo-ju’s time stop—made him repeatedly appear and vanish over short distances.

Once he grew accustomed, Joel displayed satisfaction and wore a deep, charming smile.

The cute, slender Hippolyta received the ‘Gravity Control Ring [Legend]’.

Though named Gravity Control, this item’s effect was more akin to weight control: it could freely increase a weapon’s weight.

Upon hearing the ring’s description, Hippolyta exclaimed it was perfect for her, bounced about, then sat down and hugged Kim Han’s head, burying it in her cleavage.

For Hippolyta, whose specialties were Transformation and Illusion, the ring granted destruction befitting a heavy weapon like a halberd.

Hippolyta left with the Gravity Control Ring, and soon after loud ‘bang! bang!’ noises sounded, presumed to be her smashing the training ground.

Simon, who led the mages when Arun was absent or acting foolishly, received the ‘Red Dragon Gauntlets [Legend]’.

At first Simon found it odd that Kim Han handed a mage gloves, but as he read the appraisal report his eyes widened and his hands trembled.

“Is this… for real?”

“Yes. Appraisals are documents. There’s no way they’d lie, right?”

Trusting Kim Han’s assertion, Simon hurriedly donned the gauntlets with both hands. He closed his eyes and stood still, sensing some change within his body.

About five minutes later Simon opened his eyes, bowed slowly to Kim Han, and expressed his gratitude.

What had happened?

Among dragons, the Red was said to be the most powerful. It’s partly due to its fidelity to destruction through fire, but their internal energy is genetically like that.

Powerful and explosive. Like a school of invocation magic that borrows power from other dimensions.

Thus the Red Dragon’s bones and hide are genetically endowed to buffer and control the violently rampaging divine power.

A pair of gauntlets made from that Red Dragon hide doubled Simon’s mana control ability as an invoker-type mage.

As is characteristic of the invocation school, if one could control it, one could summon immensely powerful forces.

Simon looked challengingly at Arun, who grumbled with a blank expression.

The man Simon glared at and Soria vowed revenge against—Arun—kept grumbling but had to fuss to catch a book Kim Han tossed to him.

“Arun! Catch.”

“Huh? Waaah!!”

The cover of the book he received cautiously read as follows.

『Level 8 Grimoire & Commentary [Legend]』

Arun’s eyes widened and he ran around the hall cheering until Hazel blocked him with a space barrier.

Magic is divided into schools, and those schools are further subdivided by level.

By level, Arun’s magic sat around mid-level 7 even counting everything; an Level 8 grimoire was an immense treasure and rare item to him.

Also, it wasn’t a mere technique manual but a true book—a commentary. It contained expert interpretations carefully laid out: a treasure among treasures.

A grimoire written by the first Grand Wizard of the Leopold family, explained simply for his descendants.

After that Arun forgot time and hunched in the narrow space Hazel had set aside, engrossed in turning pages, not even realizing he was trapped in a space.

The necromancer Jules received the ‘Tyrant’s Staff [Ancient]’, but he wore a face that didn’t even know why he should be getting it.

It was the weapon the final boss wielded. It must be precious and immensely powerful, so some members were surprised Kim Han gave it to Jules instead of keeping it.

At least until Kim Han showed the full appraisal report.

In short, it’s a magic staff tailored for necromancers.

Jules’ pupils trembled violently as he read the appraisal. He swallowed and gripped the staff tightly, but nothing immediate happened.

Was he as baffled as everyone else? After giving Kim Han a bewildered look and returning to sit with the group, dark mana in Jules began to whirl like a vortex.

Ignoring the startled members, Kim Han continued distributing items. Having seen such loot before, he knew this would awaken Jules to a new level as a necromancer and stopped worrying about him.

Louis, who bore the peculiar epithet ‘Sage’, had not shown much notable action so far.

The reason was that she was a Sage who researched and developed magic and glyphs themselves. Still, no one belittled her or dismissed her for lacking activity.

Every barrier the group set up while resting or sleeping on expeditions was her work. Her barrier, even Talis admitted, allowed the party to proceed with stable expeditions.

Not only that—during the Monster Wave when they rushed to support the east wall, the combined magic Arun led was also Sage Louis’ creation.

The equipment she received from Kim Han this time was ‘The Grand Wizard’s Pen [Legend]’, a glyph-drawing pen once used by the head of the Leopold, the Empire’s wizarding family.

In truth the pen had no particularly special function; its value lay largely in its status as an ancient historical relic.

However, the pen had a small ‘subspace’ connected to it, allowing materials necessary for drawing glyphs to be swapped out with ease.

That’s it. Nothing more.

Louis, delighted more than anyone at this simple pen, returned to her seat and pulled a copper plate from her magic pouch to start sketching something briskly.

The Amazon Liuru chose the ‘Blue Dragon Bow [Legend]’.

Liuru, who had been silent, suddenly pointed to a bow and said it seemed to be calling her, startling the members.

But Kim Han, who should have been surprised, handed her the bow calmly.

Kim Han remained unruffled because this bow was the same type Liuru had chosen when Rebound conquered the ruined royal citadel in his past life; Liuru had picked this bow then as well.

There were two weapons taken from the Tyrant: one was the staff Jules had, and the other was this bow.

After plucking the string a few times, Liuru pressed her lips to Kim Han’s forehead and murmured an Amazon phrase meaning, ‘Always grateful. All favors for life…’.

It surprised everyone when Kim Han called Juno—one of the latest to join—in a distribution atmosphere that had favored early joiners.

Kim Han handed Juno a silvery, crude yet oddly atmospheric sword.

It was the ‘Storm Sword [Legend]’, a blade that emerged from the Elder Death Knight’s subspace and an heirloom of the Ruben Count’s family, the Empire’s guard captain lineage.

“This… for me…?”

Kim Han beckoned the astonished Juno closer. When Juno approached, Kim Han spoke in a very small voice.

“You see that Inex over there grinning?”

“Huh? Ah, yes.”

“The sword that Inex is holding is a demon blade. To spar you don’t need a divine sword, but you should at least have a famed blade to trade strikes. You were cool a moment ago. I like you.”

Juno, who received a Legend-grade sword purely out of Kim Han’s favor, couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

At Kim Han’s repeated urging, Juno took the sword on reflex. The moment he grasped it he felt humble and intuited he could never willingly let it go.

To test if it truly was the ‘Storm Sword’, a peculiar ‘whoosh—!’ sound emanated from Juno’s hand.

Cradling the wailing sword, Juno bowed politely to Kim Han and returned to the party.

Though congratulations poured in around him, Juno admitted to himself that he’d fallen for the generosity of a man willing to hand over such a blade so readily.

He completely forgot his former captain, Johan.

The video began with the Creator. In it he looked thoroughly irritated, his entire face showing his annoyance.

―What is this luck that has you like this? Hmph! You’re not asking out of ignorance, are you?

―No. I really don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.

―What? You don’t know!! That kid beside you holding that ○○. What played the most decisive role in returning that kid to normal and letting you live on?

―Calmness in handling it? Courage?

―…Do you really think that?

―Let’s say that’s true. So?

―It’s not a ‘let’s say’!! ○○○ It’s all because of luck.

Unlike the Creator, who was flustered or angry the whole time, the voice of the unseen representative was utterly calm.

The gods, seeing the Creator so angry, glanced back and forth between the screen and him as if witnessing it for the first time.

―So what do you intend to do?

―What do you mean what? The luck you got this time!! Let’s make a deal.

―I don’t want to.

―I’ll give you another appropriate compensation. Is there anything you want?

―It’s a whopping luck 942. Is there adequate compensation for something of that magnitude?

The gods were again astonished by the figure luck 942.

They didn’t know precisely how large a number it was, but gods understood that representatives grew stronger by ‘absorbing’ other representatives and had a rough standard for such values.

Yet the number was so high it defied generous interpretation.

Now it wasn’t a joke; they focused seriously on the ensuing conversation.

―Is there anything you want? A weapon, a divine elixir?

―…Sir, a hint.

The mortal—well, representative, so not necessarily human—uttered a phrase that sounded oddly familiar.

Everyone turned from the video to look at the Creator. With nearly 90,000 to 100,000 pairs of eyes focused, the Creator cleared his throat and awkwardly patted his shoulder.

If anything, fortunately the video didn’t cut and those gazes returned to the screen.

―What? What hint?

―A hint. Don’t you know?

It sounded oddly familiar. Gazes attached to and detached from the Creator. He wiped cold sweat from his brow, unlike before.

―Are you trading because you’re scared? If you don’t want it we’ll pretend it never happened. I have nothing to lose.

―Okay! I said okay!!

―Huh? Is that all?

―Huh? Then what…!!

―As if I’d say

―……

Now the gods knew for certain where the Creator had picked up that strange way of speaking.

And Amor’s face flushed red at the realization she had become the Creator’s target for venting.

In the continuing exchange, the representative’s words—‘as if’, ’clue’, ‘reverse hint’, ‘bad manner’—slipped into the ears of the ninety thousand gods.

―Now give me the service.

―Service? What service?

―No service? Then the deal…

―Aaaah!! Don’t do that!! I said don’t!! I’ll give it! Give it, just take it!!

―Huh? You said you’d give it? Are you going to say two different things with one mouth? Yes or no?

―No! I said no!

―Fine. Then please give me that thing.

―…That thing?

―Give me the ego bitch who governs the Setting, as a service.

―…Hey, you! You lunatic!!

After that the Creator did his utmost not to hand over Ego, but under the representative’s threat that he wouldn’t trade the luck, he actually spat curses and handed over the Ego Stone.

When the video ended, a twofold silence settled over the space where the gods gathered.

Shock at the Creator being verbally routed by the representative. No—more precisely, shock that a representative had shown up who could verbally pulverize the Creator.

And Amor…….