Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

The excruciating pain was like a red-hot iron clamp, gripping every nerve in Xu Hao's body. The faint yet clear cracking sound of bones breaking reached his almost deaf ears.

Oboro's mental crushing power was all-pervasive, attempting to grind his soul to dust as well.

He could have crushed Xu Hao instantly, but he seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of tormenting his mortal enemy!

Is this considered digging one's own grave?

Villains don't just die from talking too much; more often, they die from being too soft-hearted!

In the instant those fragments of memory flashed by, the dying will burst forth with astonishing power, as if in a final burst of energy.

He endured the extreme pain of his body being squeezed and torn apart inch by inch, forcibly condensing his fading consciousness into a single point, like lighting a weak match in a storm, and struggling to pierce the system interface deep in his mind that was bound to his soul.

My vision was already blurred by blood and darkness, and my consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind.

A phantom, even somewhat distorted, light screen struggled to emerge from the deepest recesses of his mental world. That familiar interface now seemed so strange and distant, as if viewed through a thick layer of frosted glass, the information on it leaping and distorting under the interference of pain.

He could sense that Oboro's power was trying to erode this last territory that belonged to him, and unstable energy ripples had begun to appear at the edge of the light screen.

"Lin Ya... Lin Ya..." Xu Hao murmured the name in his heart with all his might. His thoughts moved slowly and laboriously across the list of associated individuals in the system, like a sluggish pointer. Each thought was accompanied by the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart.

Finally, a slightly dim but still clear name and portrait settled in the center of the screen—Lin Ya.

Ignoring all other information, Xu Hao's attention pounced on Lin Ya's character equipment panel like a hungry wolf. There, her current equipment status was clearly displayed.

His gaze (or rather, the focus of his remaining consciousness) swept across the list quickly, finally settling on the weapons section.

There, lying quietly, was a model of a sword. It looked so ordinary, even rudimentary—a dark brown wooden blade, without any ornate decorations, its design simple, like the kind of practice tools most commonly found outside the starting village.

This was the very weapon the system had given him as a beginner's item, which he later casually gave to Lin Ya for self-defense.

Ebony sword!

Ordinary and unremarkable.

However, when Xu Hao focused his mind on the properties of the ebony sword, a simple yet earth-shattering line of text, like a scalding brand, was deeply engraved into his collapsing consciousness!

Ebony Sword

Attack: 4-8

[Magic: 0-1]

[Level Required: 1]

[Special Attribute: Luck +7]

Luck +7!

Not +1, not +2, but a full 7 points of luck!

It's 2 points higher than his surviving memory necklace!

In an instant, the boundless darkness seemed to be torn open by this string of numbers, and a glimmer of almost insane, desperate hope sprouted like wild grass in his despairing heart!

The strange feeling Xu Hao had when he first obtained this ebony sword still lingers in the corner of his consciousness.

That was during the beginner stage, when the system gave him a beginner gift pack, and he pulled out this thing.

Its attack power is almost negligible; it's as ordinary as can be.

Although it's a great piece of equipment for newbies below level 7, it will eventually become obsolete.

He just found it strange at the time.

In the legendary world, having weapons with added luck stats isn't exactly groundbreaking.

As long as you're willing to spend the money, you can gradually "feed" it with blessing oil, and you'll always see some improvement.

Many players who pursue maximum output will spare no expense to stack luck on their divine weapons. A Judgment Staff with +3 or even +5 luck, although precious, is not much.

Which server doesn't have a few top-tier players wielding high-luck divine weapons?

Who among the good people in the family would make a judgment and be unwilling to feed the deceased a few bottles of blessing oil?

But that's the problem!

Blessing oil is so expensive. Who would be crazy enough to waste so much precious blessing oil on an ebony sword?

This is completely illogical and a terrible waste!

Xu Hao studied it repeatedly and even tested it to see if it had any earth-shattering hidden properties, but he found nothing.

Aside from its bizarre luck stat, it was just a plain, mass-produced piece of wood from the beginner village. Since it was practically useless, and the high luck stat seemed interesting, she couldn't bear to throw it away, so she simply placed it in Lin Ya's equipment slot.

Who would have thought that this ebony sword, which he had forgotten and regarded as useless, would now become the only starlight illuminating his boundless darkness!

There's another feature in the game that only veteran players would know!

When the total luck value of all equipment exceeds 9 points, every attack will deal maximum damage!

Each spell cast will unleash its theoretically maximum power!

More importantly, the trigger probability of special skills that rely on probability, such as a mage's Holy Word to instantly kill undead creatures or Temptation Light to control monsters, will be infinitely close to 100%.

--hundred percent!

This is the legendary Y-9 transport aircraft set!

(Just to add, it's possible to get a weapon with +9 luck on its own, but the probability of getting blessing oil decreases as you progress, making it very difficult to get a weapon's luck value to 9.)

And now, he is wearing a memory necklace with +5 luck, plus this ebony sword with +7 luck!

Five plus seven... equals twelve!

Luck value: twelve!

Far beyond the nine o'clock mark!

What does this mean? It means that the probability of triggering his "Oracle Strike," which has such stringent trigger conditions that it is almost nonexistent, yet possesses the potential to ignore everything and kill in one strike, will no longer be that hopeless possibility that requires praying for a miracle!

Rather... it's almost 100% inevitable!

In an instant, the excruciating pain that could have crushed steel into powder seemed to lessen slightly, and a near-mad flame, a mixture of the ecstasy of escaping a desperate gamble and the resolute determination of a do-or-die situation, suddenly erupted from the deepest part of his soul!

He seemed to see a crack appear on the dark millstone, a crack powerful enough to pry open everything!

In the midst of this hellish torment, he used his last bit of strength to drive his flickering will to lock onto the ebony sword in Lin Ya's equipment slot on the illusory system screen.

"retrieve!"

This thought, like the outstretched hand of a drowning person, carrying boundless despair and a trace of frantic hope, stabbed fiercely at the system interface.

A flash of light appeared, and the next moment, amidst the invisible, immense force that nearly crushed him completely, a cold and hard sensation appeared out of nowhere in the palm of his bloodied, deformed right hand!

A dark brown wooden sword, its design so simple it was almost crude, defied the laws of physics and appeared directly in his palm. It looked so fragile, as if it would break at the slightest force, completely out of place in the scene of world-destroying destruction.

However, the moment Xu Hao's fingers touched the ebony sword, an indescribable, strange feeling, like being electrocuted, surged from the hilt into his limbs and bones, straight to the depths of his soul!

You bastard! Let's do it again!