My Muscle System in the Mage World

Aur took out his badge and pricked his finger, dropping a droplet of blood onto it after several attempts.

The moment the blood touched the badge, its surface changed to display the number "120" inscribed on it. This indicated the number of contribution points he had, half of which were earned from the mission he had completed, and the other half likely a benefit of ranking first in the annual competition.

As he walked into the shop, a woman wearing a red robe with an intricate symbol warmly greeted him. Upon glancing at Aur's badge and seeing the designation "2-A," her expression turned polite. "What do you need, junior brother?"

Aur returned the glance, noting the badge on the woman, indicating she was already in her fourth year.

"I need a lethal artefact, senior sister," Aur smiled.

Hearing about the lethal artefact, the woman in red robes was stunned. "Are you sure?" she asked again, as if wanting to confirm.

Aur simply nodded his head.

"Then you will have to come with me, junior brother," the woman in red robes beckoned, and Aur followed her.

She quickly led Aur to a room and simply said, "Stay here."

Aur sat down and rested comfortably in the chair, entering into contemplation while the woman in red robes stormed off somewhere, leaving Aur alone in the room.

He looked at the ring and pressed it against his forehead, peering inside.

Among numerous piles of cultivation resources, his attention was drawn elsewhere. In the corner of the treasure pile, there was an emblem and a thin book next to it.

Aur willed it, and both the book and the emblem appeared out of the ring.

He quickly opened the book and read for a short while before closing it and storing it back inside. Now looking at the emblem, Aur hesitated for only a moment before breaking it.

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Swish!

A blue ray of light emanated from the emblem, and Aur extended his own badge to it, causing the blue ray of light to enter the badge.

The badge emitted a strange noise before calming down again.

Aur thoughtfully examined the badge and then dropped blood into it.

1120!

His crimson eyes widened as his contribution points had now reached a four-digit number.

"How much is this in mana crystals?" Aur pondered as he performed a simple calculation.

"56 middle-grade mana crystals or 5,600 low-grade mana crystals." This was no small amount of resources, and it was only one part of the massive resource that the second elder had given him.

"Does he really plan to make me his successor?" Aur wondered with narrowed eyes. What kind of resources did an elder receive per month?

It was around thirty to fifty middle-grade mana crystals per month, depending on their strength!

Aur estimated that all the resources combined could easily be equivalent to hundreds of high-grade mana crystals, even with the higher exchange rate.

Although Aur didn't know the depths of those old elders' pockets, he could bet that this was a substantial sum that could even make an elder's coffers bleed.

And yet, it was casually handed to him as if it were a child's treat.

For now, Aur needed to focus on increasing his own strength rather than worrying about whether the second elder was plotting something or not.

"These should be plenty for me to buy a lethal artefact suitable for my sturdy physique…"

As he pondered, a man entered the room with a businesslike smile on his face.

The man sported an aged beard and was bald, giving him a sharp appearance that contrasted with the smile on his face.

"Are you the young lord who wants to buy an artefact?" he inquired.

"Yes," Aur confirmed.

The man nodded. "What type would you like?"

"I would like a saber-type artefact," Aur stated decisively.

The man seemed a little stunned by Aur's choice. "Are you sure about that?" he asked again, seeking confirmation.

"Yes," Aur simply replied.

Usually, wizards, especially beginners, preferred lethal artefacts that could help them fight at long distances and enhance their power multiple times. However, Aur had chosen a short-distance weapon, and not just any type, but a rare one at that.

"You don't have those?" Aur asked, his frown deepening.

"Ye… yes, young lord, we have the artefact. Please wait a moment, and I will check our inventory," the man replied. His eyes glowed momentarily before returning to normal.

His expression turned bitter as he said, "There is only one saber artefact in our inventory currently, young lord, but there is a slight problem…"

"Show it to me," Aur simply replied.

"Alright." After a short moment of hesitation, the old man agreed, his eyes glowing again.

Aur couldn't help but be amazed at the spell. "How convenient and extravagant," he thought, recalling the one spell he had seen before and now witnessing the old man use two spells just for basic communication.

These were extremely extravagant; after all, even the most basic spell would cost around ten middle-grade mana crystals to produce.

"Please wait a while, young lord," the bald man said politely.

Aur nodded, settling into patience.

Before long, he heard the faint shaking of the ground, a subtle disturbance that drew Aur's attention to the door.

Four bulky men emerged, carrying a seemingly small box. Yet, despite its apparent size, the box seemed to weigh heavily on the men, their muscles straining under the burden. The pressure from the sheer weight left their faces flushed blue, and with each step, the ground seemed to tremble, leaving faint imprints in their wake.

Aur's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the spectacle unfolding before him. "Eh!?" he muttered under his breath.

With a resounding boom, the box landed on the ground, causing the room to shake from the impact. The bald man waved his hand, dismissing the men, who bowed respectfully before leaving.

"This is the saber artefact, young lord," the bald man announced, revealing a slightly bitter smile as he glanced at Aur.

Aur frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Open it."

"Okay." Seeing that Aur didn't immediately reject it, the bald man was slightly ecstatic and quickly lifted the lid of the black box.

The moment it opened, a sharp, domineering presence filled the room, enveloping it entirely.

Aur was taken aback by the intensity of the weapon's aura. He stood up from his seat and hurriedly approached the saber.

The closer he got, the stronger the presence became. If it were an ordinary peak wizard apprentice, it might have taken considerable effort to approach the saber. However, for Aur, whose physical strength had already surpassed the norm, it was like child's play.

As Aur reached out to grasp the hilt of the saber, a surge of more powerful presence emanated from the weapon, causing the air around it to tremble with intensity. The bald man's eyes widened in astonishment, witnessing the sudden increase.

"Young lord, are you alright!?" he exclaimed, his surprise evident on his face.

Aur nodded calmly, undeterred by the overwhelming presence exuding from the saber. With steady hands, he reached for the hilt, unperturbed by the potent energy surging through it.

Boom!

The presence of the saber intensified even further Yet, Aur remained composed, his demeanour unwavering as he firmly gripped the hilt of the weapon.