Karathra began to speak. "The usual way for anyone to build and raise power, apart from divine power, essence, or legacy, is to make a deal with entities or just get their hands on a good relic."

Out of everything she said, the only thing that Galthor could rest on was relics. "Tell me about them."

"Relics are things, usually instruments with their own innate powers, that are formed from condensed leftover energy in a place. Those instruments have been long imbued, and thus, they gain powers that are unique to them.

"Some are even strong enough to gain consciousness of their own."

Galthor nodded after a while. "And I suppose to get one, we need to head into the Abyssal Land?"

"Well, not usually. Relics are ranked based on power and strength, from Trinket to Godwrought. Trinket, Enchanted, Warded, Exalted, Sanctified, Runeborn, Eternal, Mythborn, and Godwrought relics. Those are the types that we have.

"From Trinket to Exalted can be made by mortals like ourselves with the different resources we can gather in the Abyssal Land. But anything above that? No one has the talent or power to make it. At least, no mortal could."

"But they could be found in the Abyssal Land?" Galthor asked.

She nodded. "Yes. From Trinket to the last can be found in the Abyssal, but they are incredibly rare."

Galthor nodded in understanding. "Then what about making it? A Warded Relic is already on par with a master essence user, right?"

Karathra nodded. "That's right. If any of the masters can get their hands on a Warded Relic, then their fighting power would be doubled. But making it isn't as easy as you think. The knowledge of making relics is extremely guarded and passed down through clans, organizations, and such.

"Even more, they're expensive. Very, very expensive."

Galthor's eyes darkened. The only thing he could think about to increase their overall strength was either that or to improve his own power.

'...What can I do? What can I do? Wait, what if I create guns? That's bound to be something, right?...'

But after the thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it at the same time. What's a bullet beside magic? They shouldn't even be put side by side.

At the same time, he hesitated... what about magical bullets? But wait, how does one go about making one of those? It wasn't as if Galthor was a genius or exceptional in his past life; he was as average as they come.

He sighed again. "Let's focus on how we can get relics in the Abyssal Land."

"Getting relics in the Abyssal Land isn't an easy thing," Brakthar said. "It's mainly luck. But they can usually be found where there's a high level of energy."

Galthor frowned. "Places like?"

"The lairs of high-ranked monsters, like the Cursed Monsters. The higher the rank of the monster, the higher the chances of finding relics around them."

Galthor's eyes glittered. "What's the highest rank of monster in this Abyssal Land?"

"Fiendish. Fiends are the highest types you can find. Cursed Monsters are a step behind, and that was why it was so surprising that you killed one." Karathra winced as she said that since she was the one who led him to the Cursed Monster.

Indeed, Galthor realized that he had been too hasty in fighting that Cursed Monster. It was extremely powerful, and if not for the fact that its mental powers failed against him when it tried to dig into his mind, he would probably have been in deep trouble.

He was lucky.

'...Wait, that meant Karathra was really trying to kill me, right? Right?..'

Galthor sighed mentally. He couldn't really blame her.

"Monsters ranked as Fiendish are much stronger than Cursed. In fact, each monster rank should be viewed as a world of its own. Fiendish monsters are the types that usually have teams of Cursed Monsters to boss around," Karathra said.

Galthor grunted. "We'll leave the Fiendish then. We'll focus on the Cursed Monsters. Our job has now taken a new dimension. Take note, Ashclaw: hunting for meat as well as relics."

Ashclaw shifted on his seat. "Chief, we're masters, not some kind of priests. We're not exactly blessed. Although if our team should face a Cursed Monster, we'll likely come out on top because we're five, but we'll also sustain frequent injuries that might leave us indisposed for some days.

"It won't do if the aim is to hunt for relics. At this rate, we won't be able to meet up."

Galthor digested his words carefully before he nodded. The hunting team was not hunting Cursed Monsters, as they were only going against things that were easy to handle.

"I see. Then you should be at ease. I and Karathra will be joining you."

Ashclaw's eyes widened. All of them around the table were surprised to hear that as well. Even the former chief, for all that he was hailed as the best, wouldn't go out into the Abyssal Land to hunt. Not to talk of other banners or lords. Who in his position would want to get their hands dirty when they could send others?

But Galthor was only thinking logically. He was thinking in line with what would work best for the future. His goal wasn't only for the Revolutionary Base or the former district that was owned by the Stronghide.

No, Galthor was planning to swallow everything that once belonged to the barbarians. And to do that, he needed his followers to be strong—and himself even stronger.

If they needed relics, then he would go into the Abyssal Land and hunt for them. Besides, he could also do with some relics of his own.

Suddenly, Grimvar cleared his throat. "Chief, I have lots of ladies with big asses that might interest you. They're also not aggressive... although if you're into the aggressive kinds..."

Galthor blinked. Everyone blinked in surprise.

What... exactly was going on? Weren't they talking about relics? How did it turn into a big-ass conversation? Galthor was so perplexed he could only stare at Grimvar with a blank expression.

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