In the dark underground shelter of the mining base, as the other slaves slept, a figure was already up. He looked smilingly at the sword that came into his hand mysteriously from nowhere.
Morales’s smile was wide as he softly caressed the sparkling metal body of the sword.
Lionel always asked him again and again for the past few days why he did not demand a weapon to be crafted for him. He always replied with a smile, and that he already has his own weapon.
Though the latter always looked at him doubtfully after hearing him, he gave up in the end as he was the leader. The risk of their uphill endeavor was clear to them all.
It took a lot of willpower on his part to prevent his desire to bring out the weapon that he got from his system lottery draw for the past days. Finally, he could f
