"T-This," Lady Callista stuttered after seeing the equipment on the table.
As a Champion, she could clearly feel the power that was emanating from them, and it was something that she had only felt a handful of times in her life.
In special gatherings hosted by the Five Monarch Clans and the Ten Prestigious Families, the Monarchs would sometimes personally attend these events.
It was also a time when everyone would be able to gaze at the Mythical Weapons in their possession, which radiated the power and authority belonging to someone who stood at the apex of the world.
These pieces of Mythical Equipment were giving her the same sense of oppression that she hadn't felt for many years, which made her look at her son in disbelief.
"Y-You made these?" Lady Callista. "All four of them?"
"Who else, Mother?" Gerald replied. "Do you think Zion was the one that made them? What a joke!"
The corner of Thirteen's lips twitched after hearing his father's reply. Clearly, his Pops' success had gone over his head, forgetting the fact that the one who had made the finishing touches was his seven-year-old son, who was standing beside the table.
Of course, Thirteen didn't say this out loud because this was part of their plan.
They wanted to make Arthur and Lady Callista believe that the one who had crafted the Mythical Equipment was Gerald, which would skyrocket his importance to the Leventis Family.
It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to have them start calling him Ancestor now. After all, only six pieces of Mythical Equipment existed in the world.
Five of them were in the hands of the Five Monarch Clans, and the last one was in the possession of the Head of the Central Government, Lawrence Seaton.
But now, Lady Callista and Arthur were looking at not one, not two, but four pieces of Mythical-Grade Equipment in one place, which was more than half of the Mythical Equipment that humanity currently possessed.
"Impressive, right?" Gerald stated. "I'm planning to auction them, so I can get some cash. I'm sure that the Five Monarch Clans and the Central Government will go crazy over them. Hahahaha!"
Gerald's boisterous laughter echoed inside the Smithy, making Arthur have the strong urge to slap his unfilial son, who planned to sell the Mythical Ranked Equipment to their rival families.
"Silly boy, why would you auction them when you can just sell them directly to the family?" Lady Callista, who was the voice of reason, decided to intervene before her husband slapped her son silly for annoying him.
"Why not?" Gerald replied with the same smug smile plastered on his face. "I mean, even a single piece will fetch billions. How could I possibly not do it?"
Gerald didn't even bother to look at his old man because he was certain that the latter was feeling very angry despite the calm expression that he was showing right now.
It had been many years since Gerald felt this good, and knowing that his old man was doing his best to control his anger was making him feel incredibly satisfied.
"Name your price," Arthur said in a calm manner. "The Leventis Family will purchase them all."
"That's right, Gerald," Lady Callista commented. "Good things must stay in the family."
Gerald rubbed his chin as if seriously considering his father's offer.
"I think even if the Leventis Family liquidated all their funds, and sold all of their properties, they would not be able to buy off all four pieces of equipment. I mean… this Great Sword alone would be enough to buy the entirety of the Leventis Family."
"Listen here you brat…" Arthur was already reaching the limit of listening to his son's nonsense.
For Gerald to say that the entire fortune of his family only amounted to a single piece of Mythical Equipment was absurd, and this was something that he couldn't stand hearing.
But, before he could do anything, Gerald casually tossed the Great Sword to his old man, and the latter caught it by reflex.
The moment Arthur caught the sword in his hand, he understood that what his son had said a moment ago was the truth.
"… Just how," Arthur looked at the Great Sword in his hand in surprise. "How did you…"
Arthur wasn't able to finish the rest of what he was going to say as he immersed himself in the information that was flooding his mind.
The Great Sword in his hand only had four abilities, breaking the three-ability rule that was known in Pangea and Solterra.
But that was not all!
There was an additional passive ability that could be gained if the user was wielding two pieces of the Mythical Set that Gerald had crafted.
There were pieces of Equipment in Solterra and Pangea that worked in sets, creating a special effect when the items were used at the same time.
This would then give birth to a Fourth Skill, or perhaps another boon. Because of their special features, others preferred to use Set Equipment.
But even if the set bonus was excluded, the four abilities that the Great Sword possessed were more than enough to become the foundation of starting an 11th Prestigious Family.
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< Empyrean Great Sword >
Rank: Low Mythical-Grade
Active Abilities: Heaven's Wrath
Passive Abilities: Indestructible, Auto-Sharpen, Heaven's Blade
Unique Set Ability:
— if the wielder is using two Empyrean Equipment they would gain the passive ability, Swift Footed.
— Empyrean Great Sword (Active)
— Empyrean Great Shield (Inactive)
— Empyrean Short Sword (Inactive)
— Empyrean Short Sword (Inactive)
< Swift Footed >
— Increase the wielder's movement speed by 100%
Weapon Type: Great Sword
Weight: 20 kg
(A/N: In this story, the Indestructible Ability focuses more on items not breaking, and have no relation whatsoever on the overall performance of the equipment. There are abilities in this world that can blunt sharp objects, etc. rendering them ineffective in battle.)
The true reason why the Adamantine Great Sword jumped to the Mythical Rank was because of the Heaven's Blade Martial Technique.
Only those who could wield the blade would gain this kind of Martial Technique.
Thirteen also made sure that the core concepts of this technique couldn't be shared with anyone, making it an exclusive item bonus.
For example, there was certain equipment that allowed you to cast skills like fireball. However, once you unequip these items, you would no longer have the ability to cast them.
This was the same concept that Thirteen used for the Great Sword, only allowing Arthur to use the Heaven's Blade Technique when he was holding it in his hands.
As impossible as it may sound, Arthur would completely forget the knowledge he gained the moment he tried to share this Technique with others.
This was the only way to make the Patriarch of the Leventis Family understand that only he would be able to wield this powerful Technique, aside from Thirteen's Family.
Arthur instinctively knew that the Heaven's Blade Martial Technique surpassed the Leventis Family Sword Art.
What did that mean?
It meant that the Martial Technique had stepped into the Mythical or even the Legendary Rank.
Of course, this was far from the truth.
Arthur didn't even bother to consider that the technique he just learned was a Divine Rank Technique that was tailor-made for the Leventis Family Sword Art, which was Heaven's Divide.
"So am I right, or am I right?" Gerald asked in a provocative tone. "That Great Sword alone is enough to put the entire family into bankruptcy. What makes you think that you can purchase the other pieces of Mythical Equipment from me?"
Arthur handed the Great Sword to his wife, who had a curious look on her face.
The moment she gripped the handle of the sword, she immediately understood why her son was able to boast the way he did.
Arthur then greedily looked at the remaining three pieces of Mythical Equipment on the table, making Thirteen, who was observing his grandfather, laugh in his heart.
'He took the bait,' Thirteen thought. 'Now, the true negotiation is about to start.'
Arthur didn't know that he was being played by the father-and-son combo of Gerald and Thirteen.
If he only knew that the seven-year-old who was looking at him from the side was the mastermind of it all, he would probably change his opinion of him and hold him in high regard.
However, Thirteen didn't need Arthur's recognition.
No. What he wanted was to make the Patriarch of the Leventis Clan dance on the palm of his hand, allowing him to reap the benefits that would help him overcome the restrictions that were placed on his body by his no-good father in Heaven.
If he only knew that the System God, Deus Ex Machina, couldn't stop his lips from twitching after seeing that his no-good son was using all the loopholes at his disposal, and had even managed to extort one of the most powerful individuals in the worlds of Pangea and Solterra.
