CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER77-THE LEGENDARY TAG WEAPON

Fingertip Lightning, though an advanced magic, was seldom used due to its limited range.

Typically, it was combined with Claw Attack, rendering it somewhat underwhelming.

However, limited utility aside, the power of Fingertip Lightning was formidable!

Intense electric light burst from Owen’s hand, and Leyton immediately sensed danger.

He tried to escape from Owen’s proximity, but he couldn’t match the speed of the lightning.

The Fingertip Lightning, initially a scattered arc, transformed into a powerful current upon contact with the trident.

The thunderbolt conducted through the trident into Leyton’s body, enveloping him in a bright electrical glow. The fierce current rampaged through him.

Leyton writhed in agony, trying desperately to release the Seastar Trident, but it seemed as if the lightning had a magnetic pull, clinging stubbornly to his palm.

His skin instantly turned charred, and his hair stood on end under the influence of the electric current, resembling a flaming torch.

His eyes bulged in pain and terror.

His muscles spasmed uncontrollably under the electric stimulation, as if they might tear apart at any moment.

His fish head twisted towards Owen, eyes filled with a plea for mercy, but he could no longer speak.

The bones in Leyton’s body started to crackle, as if they might break at any moment.

His internal organs were severely damaged by the electric shock, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, staining his body red.

The other merfolk who were previously flaunting their might beheld this scene with unspeakable horror, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"What’s happening?"

"General Leyton?"

"It’s over, General Leyton has lost, the merfolks are doomed."

"Run, that man is a demon, unbeatable."

"..."

The merfolk were thrown into chaos, frantically fleeing towards the Gosa Waters.

Finn’s lips curled into a cold smile, a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes: "Thinking of running? Did you forget to ask my sword’s permission?"

He leaped into the midst of the merfolk, like a wolf among sheep.

With the merfolk lacking any desire to fight, Finn’s onslaught was brutally one-sided.

Within just a few breaths, he was drenched in the blood of the merfolk.

The intense thunder surged through Leyton’s entire body, a torment beyond words.

Leyton felt his consciousness blurring. Darkness seemed to envelop him, as if the whole world was drifting away.

Regret surged in his heart.

"I should never have provoked this man; he’s too monstrous. I... I am meant to be the strongest merfolk in Gosa Waters! How can I die here?"

Yet, he did not give up.

He strained every ounce of arcanergy in his body, trying to resist this savage force with sheer willpower.

But the power of the thunder was overwhelming, and Leyton could not hold out.

With a loud explosion, his body instantly turned into a charred heap, scattering on the sandy beach.

The Seastar Trident, sparkling with stellar light, lost its master in that moment, crashing heavily onto the sand. Blue electric arcs continued to flicker on it.

[fate point＋357]

Upon Leyton’s death, the seal within Owen’s body immediately vanished.

He sprang up, his face beaming with a radiant smile.

He now confirmed that the [Prophecy] world could indeed alter certain aspects of the real world.

And this change was not forced, but subtle and imperceptible, like water gently smoothing over stones.

It all seemed naturally occurring, with the concerned parties none the wiser.

Only Owen knew that it was he who had altered the course of events in the [Prophecy] world.

Tears rolled down Erin’s cheeks as she ran to Owen’s side, her voice laden with concern, "Master, are you alright?"

Owen embraced Erin, his mood jubilant.

"Do I look like I’m in any trouble?" he responded with a chuckle.

Berkeley watched Owen with a mix of awe and fear.

He increasingly found Owen mysterious and terrifying.

There was no trace of fear in Owen when the trident was pointed at his vital point, a coldness that didn’t seem human... well, he technically wasn’t human.

But beyond that, he was cold in a way that seemed almost inhuman, calmly strategizing even with a blade at his throat, and ultimately killing his enemy in an unforeseen manner.

Remembering Leyton’s gruesome end, Berkeley shuddered.

He couldn’t tell whether all this was within Owen’s calculations or just a result of his calm, adaptive thinking.

Regardless of which it was, Berkeley felt reassured in his choice to follow Owen.

Finn returned from his furious rampage, muttering, "Hmph, damn merfolk, they run so fast. When I get the chance, I’ll definitely raid their lair."

Owen paid no mind to Finn’s grumbling and bent down to pick up the Seastar Trident lying on the beach.

Activating his Emerald Eye, the information about the Seastar Trident appeared before him:

[Seastar Trident: Forged with seastar stone, a legendary weapon. Tag: Seastar Seal.]

(Note: Seastar Seal - The first person to come into contact with the energy released by the Seastar Trident will be subjected to a thirty-minute spellbinding effect.)

Owen now understood that the starfish-like seal in his body was the inherent Tag of the Seastar Trident.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this, releasing Fingertip Lightning in time and avoiding the effects of the Seastar Seal.

Otherwise, the battle might have been in jeopardy.

But what exactly did ’legendary tag’ mean?

Owen, furrowing his brows, quietly asked Berkeley, "Have you ever heard of a tag weapon?"

Without hesitation, Berkeley replied, "Tag weapon, yes, there’s quite a bit to say about that."

"Keep it brief," Owen interjected.

"Of course, of course," Berkeley responded with an apologetic smile. "Sir, you must be aware that divine artifacts encompass Orders. Tags are like diluted Orders, typically found in failed divine artifacts or substandard products, which we call tag weapons."

"In this era, there are almost no new gods, and even fewer capable of forging divine artifacts. Therefore, tag weapons are also scarce, with only a few passed down through generations."

"Why do you ask about this all of a sudden?"

"Hmm?" Berkeley’s expression suddenly sharpened as he looked at the Seastar Trident. "No way."

"Yes," Owen said with a smile, lifting the Seastar Trident. "It turns out to be a legendary tag weapon. Quite a stroke of luck."

Finn’s eyes widened as he reached out to touch the Seastar Trident. "By the gods, it’s actually a tag weapon. No wonder Leyton was so powerful."

Berkeley, too, was wide-eyed, his gaze sparkling as he examined the trident. "This is a legendary tag weapon? This is my first time seeing one."

"In the royal arsenal, there are only three tag weapons," Finn remarked again. "It’s incredible that the merfolk had one, and we stumbled upon it."

Owen cast an unexpected glance at Finn, thinking to himself, "The Laine Kingdom truly has profound depth, owning three tag weapons."

But now, he had one too.

Erin clapped her hands joyfully, "Congratulations, Master, on acquiring this divine weapon. Now you have a weapon of your own."

Realizing their excitement, Finn and Berkeley quickly congratulated him, "Congratulations, Sir."

Unhesitatingly, Owen stowed the Seastar Trident in his bag.

"Hmm—now that everything is handled, how shall we proceed to Heartstealer Island"

Standing by the seaside, staring at the vast expanse of ocean, Owen felt at a loss.

Berkeley, with a mysterious smile, pulled out a beautifully crafted model of a small boat from his space ring. "Ta-da—Sir, guess what this is"

The model boat was only the size of Berkeley’s palm but exquisitely detailed, almost lifelike.

Owen’s eyes lit up, "Could it be?"

"Hehe," Berkeley chuckled with glee, "Knowing that Sir was coming to Gosa Waters, I prepared in advance."

"Well done!" Owen praised sincerely, impressed by the veteran’s thorough preparation.

Berkeley gave Finn a smug look, flaunting his foresight.

Finn could only offer an awkward smile, choosing to ignore the mockery on Berkeley’s face. "Since we have the means, let’s make haste. Time waits for no one."

"Yes, Sir," Berkeley agreed. He raised the model high and then hurled it forcefully towards the sea.

The model traced a beautiful arc through the air before plunging into the shimmering waters.

The moment it touched the sea, something magical happened.

The model began to emit a dazzling light, as if infused with life.

As the light faded, it was replaced by a large, magnificently crafted ship that was breathtaking to behold.

Berkeley, seeing this, gestured invitingly, "Sir, please board the ship."

Without hesitation, Owen leaped up and landed on the deck.

The deck of the large ship was broad and flat, covered with a luxurious and dignified red carpet.

Rows of golden chairs, each carved with exquisite patterns, added an air of opulence.

Towering into the sky, the ship’s mast was topped with a blue flag adorned with an embroidered twinkling star.

The flag danced gracefully in the sea breeze, like a beautiful poem in motion.

"This is the Delicate Miniature Ship, an epic-tier trinket I acquired during my wanderings as an adventurer," Berkeley said with a hint of pride, giving a thumbs-up.

"Not bad, really impressive," Owen said, a light smile on his face, clearly satisfied.

Berkeley, feeling encouraged, boasted further: "Sir, if you think this ship is just about luxury and prestige, you’re greatly mistaken."