The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!

Ron was in a hurry to turn those herbs into wealth.

He already had contacts in the capital and within the royal army, all ready to buy at exorbitant prices the moment he arrived.

That urgency kept him in Goldenveil for no more than two days.

After making sure everything was in order at his shop, he loaded the last crate and set off, leaving behind the great stone walls that surrounded the village as his ship cut through the morning tide.

Standing beside Doran at the edge of the docks, Ethan watched Ron’s ship shrink against the horizon and turned to the captain of the guard.

"Organize the men; twenty should suffice. We’ll explore the abandoned mine I found with Evelyn a few months ago. There may be many monsters inside, so gather only the best."

"Yes, my lord." Doran nodded and turned, heading straight for the barracks.

Left alone, Ethan made his way to the mansion.

He currently had ten premium gacha tickets, fifty common ones, and just over forty free tickets.

Honestly, the only ones he cared about were the premium.

The common tickets occasionally produced something interesting, but more often than not, they yielded nothing beyond generic items.

With a soft sigh, he opened all the common and free tickets at once.

As always, nothing worth getting excited about.

Weapons, tools, seeds, potions, and a pile of miscellaneous items.

Useful, sure, but nothing that couldn’t already be crafted locally in Goldenveil.

Pushing aside the disappointment, Ethan turned his attention to the remaining ten golden tickets.

He gathered them in his hands, then tore them all at once.

[You used: 10x Premium Gacha Tickets]

[Spinning...]

[Congratulations, you have received: 10x Supreme XP Bonus Potion (Rank B)]

[Congratulations, you have received: Recipe for crafting Imperial Black Steel Armor Set (Rank B)]

[Congratulations, you have received: Lost Technique of the Crimson Blade (Rank A)]

[Congratulations! You have received: Blade of the Fallen Moon (Rank A)]

[Congratulations! You have received: 100kg of Cold Steel (Rank B)]

[Congratulations! You have received: 1x Wandering Knight’s Full Armor (Rank B)]

[Congratulations! You have received: 100x Supreme Healing Potions (Rank C)]

[Congratulations! You have received: Inferior Seasonal Growth Bonus! (Rank C)]

[Congratulations! You have received: Recipe for White Concrete Production (Rank B)]

[Congratulations! You have received: Mana Beast Summoning Scroll (Rank B)]

On one hand, not a single S-rank item. That stung.

On the other, looking at the full list, a grin crept across his face.

Recipes for useful items, a growth bonus capable of tripling production speed in Goldenveil for an entire season, and on top of all that, an A-rank technique, an A-rank sword, and B-rank steel plate armor.

It was hard not to get excited.

[Item: Lost Technique of the Crimson Blade

Description: A technique created by a master of the past as an improved form of the Aura Slash, capable of using the user’s killing intent to increase the blade’s sharpness and durability.

It was forgotten after this master became consumed by his own killing intent and slaughtered his entire family.

Effect: Multiplies the durability and sharpness of the user’s blade, with the ability to freely create more powerful Aura Slashes.

Cost: 2/Aura per second active (Scales with the user’s power.)

Rank: A]

A powerful technique that scaled with murderous intent, its value was likely enormous on any market.

Honestly, Ethan wasn’t afraid of going mad like the creator of this technique.

Killing intent was dangerous, but only for those who desperately sought to increase its power.

Ethan desperately sought huge breasts, not killing intent. Therefore, only huge breasts could drive him mad.

It was stupid logic to many, but sometimes the simplicity of a pair of mountains of soft, heavy flesh, is all a man needs to stay sane.

He had never seen a mad king drown himself in a sea of fat, bouncing tits instead of carnage; therefore, drowning oneself in tits was clearly one of the requirements for not becoming a mad king.

With a broad grin still plastered across his face, he turned his attention to the armor and the sword.

[Item: Blade of the Fallen Moon

Description: A blade forged by snow elves some twenty thousand years ago. It was once the sword of a great elven prince, and after his fall, it vanished from the annals of history.

Rank: A]

[Item: Wandering Knight’s Full Armor

Description: Ancient armor belonging to a sergeant of the Order of Wandering Knights, founded six thousand years ago. It is made from a special alloy of steel and can withstand large amounts of mana without breaking.

Rank: B]

Both would increase his combat ability by a wide margin.

Without hesitation, Ethan retrieved the Lost Technique of the Crimson Blade first.

What materialized in his hands was not a book, as he had expected, but a crimson token.

He hesitated for a brief moment, then used his tooth to nick the tip of his finger. A single drop of blood fell onto the token’s surface.

The instant it made contact, the token shattered into thousands of fragments of crimson light.

They surged toward his head like a swarm, and Ethan clenched his teeth hard.

All the knowledge of the technique’s creator poured into his mind at once and his blue eyes flickered red for a brief moment.

It was a lot to take in.

A heavy breath left his lips as the last fragments of knowledge settled into place.

He shook off the pressure and pulled the Blade of the Fallen Moon from the system inventory.

The sword materialized in his grip, and he could tell immediately it was of far higher quality than anything he had wielded before.

A grayish sheath covered a blade that was black at its center and white at its edges, long and elegant, etched with elvish script. A beautiful amethyst sat embedded at the end of the hilt, catching the light with a faint violet glow.

Light enough to wield with one hand, yet long enough to make full use of a two-handed grip.

With a wide smile, he activated the Lost Technique of the Crimson Blade.

Even with his killing intent still low, a massive aura erupted around his body.

It flowed toward the sword like a tide, wrapping around the blade and burning like a sea of red flames.

Ethan watched that crimson aura dance along the edge for a quiet moment, then smiled.

Now he was ready to explore that abandoned mine and begin preparing to reach the third stage.