Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 143 The Serpent God's Gift

Thomas the Spearman had always wanted to switch to swordsmanship, and Habisa could even understand it, since he himself had gone through the same thing.

While spearmen can deliver fatal penetrating wounds at mid-range, in various small-scale melee combats, the excessively long shaft of the spear is far less flexible and safer than a sword and shield—so apart from a few people with a special obsession with the spear, more and more spearmen are turning into swordsmen.

Thomas was naturally one of them.

However, as the battle intensified, if Thomast chose to start over as a swordsman, it would mean a sudden drop in the team's combat strength. Therefore, in order to successfully kill those snake demon soldiers, Thomast could only practice the inefficient air swings while continuing to use the spear.

But now, with this sword, everything is different.

With this sharp sword that can easily cut through other weapons, even if Thomast becomes a swordsman, the team's combat strength will not decrease much. And after becoming familiar with how to use the sword, relying on this terrifyingly sharp sword, Thomast may even surpass Habisa and become a true top swordsman.

Whether you look at it from Thomas's perspective or from the team's perspective, this seems like a good thing.

As the only swordsman in the team, Habisa felt a pang of sadness watching his perfect sword fall into someone else's hands.

"This sword cannot be given to Thomas."

Just as Habiza was deep in thought and struggling with his inner conflict, the strongman Gebton suddenly spoke up.

This made Habisa subconsciously raise his head.

Although he didn't really want to covet the sword, as the only swordsman in the group, having someone speak up for him was still a feeling...

"Only I can use this sword."

Gabrielle continued.

The incomprehensible words left everyone speechless for a moment.

Everyone knows that the spearman Thomas wants to become a swordsman, but how can you, Gebton, a strongman wielding a halberd, want to be greedy for that?
"Because your hands are too small."

Facing the skeptical gazes of the crowd, the strongman Gebton shrugged.

“Take a look at the specifications of this sword. The hilt is obviously longer and the blade is wider and thicker. If Habisa and Thomas were to use it, they would only twist their wrists… Of the few of us, only I can use this sword because I am the strongest.”

His words sounded quite reasonable, but the strongman Gebton wasn't satisfied and added another sentence.

"And if it weren't for my final kick, Putahka might not have died so easily."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing what the strongman Gebton said, the archer Nephthys immediately became displeased.

"What do you mean by 'that kick'? If I hadn't fired two arrows at the crucial moment, you would have had your head chopped off by Putahka long ago... Gebton, this isn't the first time you've done this. Is it fun to steal credit? Why do you always have to claim everyone's efforts as your own?"

"I'm just talking about it."

Gebdon choked for a moment, and his previous confidence vanished.

"This sword is definitely more suitable for me..."

"If you think about it that way, this sword is more suitable for me."

The archer Nephthyst spoke up as well. "First of all, I killed Ptahka. Without my arrows, you wouldn't have been able to take him down at all... Secondly, I also need some close-quarters self-defense skills. Didn't you see how dangerous it was just now? I would have died without Thomast!"

That makes sense, after all, as the only warrior in the team capable of sniping enemies from a distance, Nephthys' safety is indeed very important.

"Then you should give me the sword. I've already saved your life..."

Thomas immediately perked up.

"I will continue to protect you, so let me take this sword."

"Actually... I can take this sword too."

Imhotepsa, the Sun God Physician who had previously been largely ignored, spoke up at this moment.

"If we could get our hands on this sword, the team might have an extra fighting strength... I'm not greedy for the sword, I just want to do something for everyone during the battle."

After all, this five-person team has only ever had four members. If he, as a medic, can truly master combat skills, it would be a huge boost to the team.

Everyone had a valid reason, even Habisa himself—he was the only swordsman in the team, so if he didn't take it, who would?
In an instant, the five people who had once shared life and death were arguing loudly.

As the argument escalated, some people brought up old grievances. First, the spearman said that the strongman had blocked his position last time, causing him to suffer a wound for nothing. Then the strongman accused the archer of missing his shot once before, with the arrow piercing his body. The Sun God Physician tried to intervene, but everyone called him a quack, pointing to the scar on his body and asking why he couldn't heal such a small injury. The physician was so angry that he cursed and declared that he would never apply any medicine to anyone again.

Even Habisa, who hadn't gotten a word in edgewise, was dragged into the scolding. These days, he'd been busy coordinating various squads, trying to organize a large-scale attack. This kind of thing that could secure victory had somehow become a distraction from his duties. According to his teammates, if Habisa hadn't been distracted, they would have already reached level 30. How could they be stuck at level 20 because they didn't have any green-skinned monsters to kill?

The constant commotion annoyed Habisa immensely. Being a farmer by birth and not good with words, he couldn't utter a single rebuttal beyond a few curses.

"You, you..."

Seeing that the strongman Gebton had even raised his fist, Habisa instinctively drew his sword.

It wasn't his longsword that had already been cut off.

Instead, it was another one that was wider and sharper.

Habisa couldn't remember what happened after that. He only remembered that when he came to his senses, there were only five corpses left on the ground—besides Putahka, his four teammates who had shared life and death with him were now all lying in pools of blood.

"I……"

Habisa stared blankly at the blood-stained sword in his hand and then at his fallen comrades on the ground.

"What have I done?"

The feeling of the sword still lingered in my hand. This longsword was indeed a rare treasure; it sliced ​​through flesh and blood as lightly as cutting through air.

Even if he reaches level 30... no, even if he reaches level 50, can he achieve that level?

Habisa doesn't know.

All he knew was that he could never go back.

(End of this chapter)