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Chapter 1610 The Spear of Vistara (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)

A dazzling stream of light spilled out from the black sealed box.

A long, slender spear, about two meters long, came into He Ao's view.

Its spearhead is a translucent, rhomboid crystal that is currently radiating a dazzling light like the stars in the night sky, resembling a fragment of a star that has fallen from the sky.

Its gun body is a slender, jet-black shaft, long and narrow overall, but not completely straight. It has a natural curve in the details, like a perfectly straight tree trunk broken off from a jet-black tree.

The junction between the gun body and the tip is secured by a matte black metal with fine engravings.

dong dong dong-

The instant he gazed at the spear, a deafening roar exploded in He Ao's mind.

In that instant, he felt as if he were standing on a battlefield filled with bloodshed and slaughter, feeling the frenzied and desperate fighting spirit and anger.

“According to the instruction manual, this gun has a few minor side effects,” the scarred man said slowly, observing He Ao’s expression. “You need to determine whether you can accept its side effects.”

Throughout the conversation, he stood behind the sealed box and never once looked down at the contents of the box.

"May I touch this gun?" He Ao looked up at the scarred man and asked slowly.

“Of course, you can inspect the items carefully,” the scarred man smiled. “We are obligated to assure you of the items’ integrity and condition before you confirm the purchase.”

He paused slightly at this point, "However, I need to tell you that this gun can be touched and viewed, but it cannot be used. If you want to use it, you will have to buy the gun."

“How do you define ‘use’?” He Ao asked, looking at him.

"According to the description, 'use' is defined as 'holding this gun for more than thirty minutes' or 'using this gun's ability to interfere with mystical academic practices and supernatural powers, or to amplify or weaken anomalous rules.'"

The scarred man looked at He Ao and explained softly, "Meeting any one of these conditions will be considered as use. Once used, the transaction will be completed immediately, but we will temporarily hold the items until you pay the full amount within a maximum of two days."

"What if I don't have enough money to pay for the goods?" He asked curiously.

“The transaction will be cancelled. We will deduct 2000 Federal Dollars for delivery fees and 8000 Federal Dollars for a penalty for breach of contract from your deposit. The remaining deposit will be returned to your account.”

The scarred man explained with a smile, "The bounty hunter organization has always been fair in its dealings. Don't let my appearance fool you into thinking I'm capable of forcing anyone to do anything. We are a legitimate federal organization."

"It sounds like the cost of 'breaching the contract' isn't high?" He Ao asked with a smile.

"Of course, we have well-established transaction rules, but repeated defaults may affect your reputation within the organization, your bounty settlement cycle, and your eligibility to receive tasks,"

The scarred man smiled and looked at Heo, "However, I still need to remind you that, according to the instructions, we do not recommend that you choose to breach the contract after using the Spear of Vesta."

"Why?" He Ao asked directly.

"The side effects of the Spear of Vistara will stay with the user for life," the scarred man said directly, without beating around the bush.

He lowered his head, looking at the gleaming spear in the sealed box, and remembered what Reed had said last night: those who used this spear all went mad in the end.

Not having a spear but paying the price isn't exactly a 'good deal'.

He reached out and touched the shaft of the spear.

Contrary to expectations, the gun's body, though feeling like metal, was not cold to the touch. Instead, it had a gentle warmth, like touching a branch scorched by the blazing sun.

As He Ao touched the gun, the roaring sounds of the battlefield in his mind intensified.

In that instant, he felt as if he were truly fighting on a battlefield, his heart filled with despair and rage.

It was as if some kind of distorted pollution was interfering with his perception.

Well, overall, it's so-so.

Compared to the pollution and interference brought about by his pile of angelic and higher-level items in the main world, this level of 'cognitive interference' is about the same as the force of a child's kneading.

Sensing this, He Ao immediately gripped the gun barrel and picked up the entire gun.

hum-

Like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath, a dazzling brilliance instantly spread outwards.

“Mr. Loren,” the scarred man beside him quickly glanced away from the spear and called out, “the furniture in the house is all custom-made high-end furniture. If it is damaged, you will have to pay for the replacement.”

The moment he finished speaking, a dazzling light swept across his body and everything around him.

The entire void trembled slightly, but everything quickly returned to silence without causing any impact.

The scarred man breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He Ao stared at the spear in his hand, feeling the power undulating within its shaft.

This gun didn't carry the information of a normal supernatural object, but he could vaguely sense some of its 'abilities'.

Besides the abilities described, He Ao also vaguely sensed that this gun could probably also sense the existence of 'abnormalities' to some extent.

However, it can only be detected in a certain triggered state, or a state close to being triggered.

Anomalies in a dormant state are imperceptible.

That makes sense, though; only by being able to detect anomalies can we amplify or weaken the rules governing those anomalies.

A faint shimmer appeared on the gunshot, as if outlining invisible energy pathways. At the junction of the gun barrel and the tip, fine runes on the matte black metal lit up, shimmering with an inexplicable luster.

He Ao attempted to imbue the gun with his divine consciousness.

The gun barrel couldn't be inserted.

The sense of feedback was similar to his interaction with the unusual furniture in his home.

He tried to extend his consciousness upwards, reaching the dark metal connecting the gun barrel and the tip.

This metal can be embedded, but only into the surface layer. It possesses certain abnormal properties, yet it doesn't seem to be entirely an abnormal item.

Continuing forward, the diamond-shaped crystal at the tip of the spear could not be penetrated, which was also unusual.

Almost instantly, He Ao made a judgment.

This gun is very likely the product of some anomaly.

He lowered his hand and put the gun back in the sealed box.

As he moved and spoke, the scarred man turned his head to look at He Ao and smiled, "Mr. Loren, do you like this item? It's a rare and powerful C-grade item, and the price is very reasonable."

He lowered his head and stared at the gun.

His face was expressionless, as if he were deep in thought.

Seeing him like this, the scarred man also quieted down, seemingly waiting for him to finish his contemplation.

After about ten minutes of 'contemplation', a gleam flashed in He's glasses.