Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

"This thing is not only covered with multiple layers of complex encryption patterns, but it also has identity verification within its magic circuit..."

Murphy was thoroughly enjoying his research and continued to chatter on about his insights.

However, the audience's reaction clearly disappointed the high-level spellcaster's enthusiasm.

I couldn't understand it.

Aside from Luke, who was staring thoughtfully at the ring, the other two looked completely blank.

Murphy talked for a long time, only to realize he was talking to a brick wall. Looking at his two motionless teammates, he asked curiously:

"What's wrong with you two?"

"It's nothing."

Yakin and Dane were still reeling from the shock of Luke.

Meanwhile, Luke, sensing the familiar fluctuations on the ring, couldn't help but pour his mental energy into it.

The ring responded quickly.

"Buzz!"

With a very slight spatial tremor, in the blink of an eye, the ring had transformed into the form of the "Deadly Touch" half-sword and was in his hand.

The pure black blade is solemn but not gloomy, while the silver-white hilt is engraved with scales representing judgment.

The two contrasting colors, black and white, are clearly distinguished on this weapon.

Yet they blended together so perfectly, exuding a chilling and menacing aura.

A hint of surprise flashed in Murphy's eyes:

"It seems you've already synchronized with this item. Although I know it has Transfiguration magic, I tried for ages but couldn't restore it to this form."

Luke gripped the half-sword he had longed for day and night, and lightly flicked it in a flourish.

He was immediately stunned.

Something doesn't feel right.

The longsword remains the same longsword that can cut through iron like mud, with a perfect center of gravity and weight distribution.

But the divine power that had filled his body before had vanished without a trace.

Holding it in his hand at that moment, it didn't provide Luke with any special feedback.

Luke voiced his doubts.

Murphy nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"That's for sure. Didn't I say that this equipment needs to be charged? So even if the seal is broken, it will only be able to use some basic functions."

As for the charging conditions, it's probably the death aura of the undead you mentioned before. After all, it's something belonging to the followers of the Grim Reaper, so such restrictions are quite reasonable.

Upon hearing this, Luke suddenly understood.

Even without divine intervention, the craftsmanship of this "Fatal Touch" weapon remains excellent.

Compared to the half-sword he carried, which cost a whopping 150 gold, this sword was superior in terms of feel, resilience, and sharpness.

However, Luke was unwilling to use it as an ordinary hand-and-a-half sword.

If the sword were to be damaged by striking something hard, he wouldn't know where to get it repaired.

With a thought, the blade of Fatal Touch instantly disintegrated, transforming back into a bronze ring.

Luke carefully put it on the index finger of his right hand.

"In its ring form, this item also has a certain storage capacity. Although it is much smaller than the dimensional bag, it is still enough to store some small items."

Murphy watched Luke put on the ring and specifically reminded him:

"However, you must not put my goods in there. The storage space cannot hold living things. I used a lot of precious alchemical materials to keep those internal organs alive for the time being."

After hearing this, Luke tried to activate the ring using his telekinesis.

Sure enough, his consciousness instantly connected to a strange, empty space.

This space has no fixed light or shadow and shape; it is surrounded by a hazy gray boundary.

Luke roughly estimated that the volume was fixed at around one cubic meter.

This was an unexpected surprise for Luke.

One cubic meter may not sound like much, but for an adventurer who spends most of his time in the wild, it's a lot.

This means he can stuff all his spare clothes, dry food, sleeping bag, and other odds and ends such as kerosene bottles and antidotes into the bag.

Even after putting in his own prepared Banshee material, he could still squeeze in two relatively intact Fear Demon corpses.

Actually, there was still some space left, but Luke didn't dare to stuff it too full.

Murphy told him that if too much stuff was crammed into the space, it might burst due to instability.

At that time, not only will this precious ring be completely destroyed, but all the items stored in the dimensional space will also be scattered across the astral plane.

Luke also asked whether it was possible to use spatial items to store other spatial items, thus creating a nested doll effect.

The answer was no.

"If two spatial storage items are nested and folded, they will be destroyed immediately and a black hole will be generated on the spot that will suck in everything within range. People or items sucked in will be teleported to the astral plane."

Furthermore, teleportation through a black hole is one-way; there is no return path.

This fundamentally eliminates the possibility of Luca being bugged.

Luke thanked Murphy sincerely.

He earnestly stated that if there is anything he can do to help in the future, he will definitely repay this favor.

Murphy waved his hand dismissively, yawned a few times, and turned to go back to rest.

Deciphering this ring, sealed with divine power, was clearly not as easy as she made it out to be.

Even for a spellcaster of her caliber, it consumed an enormous amount of mental energy.

As night deepened, with the sorceress Murphy present, the area around the stone house was already enveloped in her protective magic.

In addition, there were traps set up nearby by the high-ranking ranger Dane.

There's no need for even night watch.

The next morning, the morning dew had not yet evaporated.

The people in the quarry were all ready to go their separate ways.

The elite squad, led by Murphy, is preparing to head towards the Leaf Pond deep within Sunset Forest.

Luca, on the other hand, carried the sealed wooden box that Murphy had carefully crafted, intending to embark on his return journey and safely bring the materials of the Banshee of Terror back to the Adventurers' Guild in Ryan City.

As for Archie's team, who were rescued yesterday, they have finally regained their normal senses.

After expressing their deepest gratitude to Hannah, Murphy, and the others, they said they would return to Twilight Town with Luke.

Luke did not refuse.

On the one hand, having someone to travel with should make his delivery task easier.

On the other hand, this squad is well-equipped and spends lavishly.

Archie even offered to give Luca and Murphy's team a very generous gift once they returned safely to town.

Clearly, he is not the kind of adventurer who has no bottom line, and there will be no conflict or enmity because he is carrying high-value materials.

Watching Murphy and the others walk further and further away, gradually disappearing into the thick fog deep in the Sunset Forest.

Luke felt a little more at ease.

This trip to the quarry finally brought him a stroke of good luck.

The ring issue is now resolved.

Although he lost the blessing of divine power, he also gained a spatial storage item.

This achievement far exceeded his expectations.

Nearby, Archie and two teammates had already packed their bags.

They didn't want to stay in this damned Sunset Forest for even a minute longer.

"Mr. Luke, let's prepare to set off too..."

Luke nodded, but then frowned.

That's such an unlucky thing to say...