The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 405

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Chapter 405

The origin of the incident, as always, began with a routine spar.

“Eh? You old geezer. What’s that sword this time?”

“Heh… kheh heh heh. Curious, are you? Of course you are.”

Osberg’s unusually smug demeanor made Spear Saint Bellion and Radiant Saint exchange glances.

“Has that old man finally lost his marbles…?”

“Enough nonsense. Get ready. Same as always?”

“Yeah.”

And so the spar began.

Radiant Saint and Spear Saint could only gape in shock.

It was true that Sword Saint Osberg had crossed the wall and held the advantage—but with experience and finesse, they’d always managed to hold their ground to some extent.

Yet this time, the outcome was decided in barely five minutes.

Clang—!!

“Son of a—!! What the hell is this?!”

The reinforced alloy spear Spear Saint always carried shattered completely.

As Spear Saint stared blankly at the remains of his weapon, the Sword Saint’s lips stretched into a vicious grin.

“Ahem! Ahem! Mm. As expected, top-quality craftsmanship.”

“You crazy old bastard! Don’t tell me you’re doping?!”

“Why would I take enhancement drugs for a spar, you senile fossil?”

Spear Saint trembled in disbelief at Osberg’s taunting.

“Step aside. My turn now.”

Radiant Saint stepped forward, gripping his pride and joy—his axe.

“You won’t be breaking this one.”

“That, we’ll see.”

Clang—!!

Exactly three minutes and twenty seconds later, the axe was in pieces.

“Damn it!! What did you do to that weapon?!”

“Ahem! Khm! My throat’s a bit dry.”

“Damn you! I’ll buy you a drink, just spit it out already!”

The two Stars were utterly fixated on Osberg’s sword.

And finally—

They heard the name Leon Cascadia, and about the bizarre act called enhancement.

Osberg’s sword had already been a +10 weapon.

Its performance had long surpassed the realm of “excellent,” to the point where even national treasures looked laughable by comparison.

Eyes blazing, the two Stars abandoned everything and rushed straight to Cascadia, storming in without hesitation.

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“Do what you did for the Sword Saint—for us too?”

“Let me see what that bastard saw!”

“I can’t stand that smug grin on his face!”

These were supposed to be the strongest, most revered figures on the continent?

They were just pride-wounded old men.

After some thought, I spoke.

“It’s not difficult to do it for you.”

In truth, even aside from protection agents and polishing compounds, I still needed time to fully synchronize enhancement with my body.

“Ohhh! Then—!”

“There are conditions.”

“Speak.”

“First—Sword Saint Osberg was lucky. The +10 succeeded. Generally speaking, +12 is possible, but that’s not something anyone without nerves of steel would attempt.”

“Eh?”

“From +5 onward, weapons can be destroyed.”

“I see. There’s risk.”

Spear Saint pondered briefly, then offered a spear.

“It’s not my main weapon, but it’s a mithril alloy spear. Very durable. Use this.”

“Uh… alright. Let’s try.”

I led them to the workshop, placed the spear on the table, and raised my hammer.

Both men watched intently.

Clang!! Clang!!

And the enhancement unfolded completely unlike my expectations.

[+10 Alloy Mithril Spear]

“…Why did this succeed in one go?”

As I stared at the softly glowing spear in disbelief, Spear Saint grabbed it, eyes gleaming.

“May I test it?”

“Yes, there’s a power-testing range over there—”

Like a child with a new toy, he dashed off.

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Boom!! Boom!!

After several thunderous impacts, he returned.

“One more time!”

“…What?”

“You said +12 was doable!”

“Sir. ‘Doable’ assumes full preparation. Even +10 was lucky.”

Luck never lasts forever.

Another attempt would definitely destroy it.

“I mean, +10 already puts it in an entirely different league.”

“…Then this one.”

He pulled out his true spear—the one he’d used his entire life.

“It wouldn’t sit right if my main weapon lagged behind.”

“…Alright.”

I raised the hammer again.

And—

[+9 Gellard’s Star]

He actually succeeded again.

“You really are insanely lucky.”

“Ahem! Ahem! That’s just who I am. One more?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But I can do it!”

“…You’re addicted to dopamine.”

His eyes gleamed dangerously.

Crunch—!!

Failure.

Gellard’s Star twisted and warped, losing its function.

“NOOOO!! My Gellard’s Star!!”

He collapsed in tears.

I pressed my fingers against my temple.

“Sir. Calm down.”

“…What.”

“It’s not destroyed. Just deformed. Restoration is possible.”

“Restoration…?”

I explained the materials needed.

He nodded.

“Radiant Saint?”

“I’ll pass. I know my luck.”

I enhanced Radiant Saint’s weapon to +7.

Even that was impressive.

Three days later, Spear Saint returned—with the materials.

I restored Gellard’s Star.

And then—

“Enhance it again!!”

“…Sir.”

“No backing out!”

Radiant Saint kicked him.

“You lunatic! After all that effort?!”

“I HAVE to see +10!”

Eventually—

[+10 Gellard’s Star]

Unbelievable.

Even I was stunned.

“…One more and I surpass Osberg.”

“That’s enough! From +11, success rate halves!”

Finally, Radiant Saint dragged him out.

They left behind piles of weapons.

I picked up my hammer.

Most shattered at +8 or +9.

Then—

[+11 Mithril Sword]

“…Why aren’t you breaking?”

Clang! Clang!

[+12 Mithril Sword]

[Weapon performance maximized]

[Aura Blade efficiency +50%]

“…Why.”

Melissa appeared.

“That looks insane. Can I have it?”

“…Sure. Take it.”

Later, Spear Saint returned alone.

“I heard the rumors.”

“….”

“You hit +12.”

He placed +10 Gellard’s Star on the table.

“…Shall we go? +11.”

“….”

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