All MILFs are Mine Chapter 320: Who needs a blade ?

"Rees... Have you truly claimed the lives of over half a million people?" Leon inquired, his gaze fixed on him with a grave look.

"Indeed, Sir... However, I would feel far more at ease discussing such matters in private," Rees replied, meeting Leon’s eyes.

"I have no desire to hear it anyway. My sole intent is to propose a bargain to your dungeon master, Mr. Michael Jackson," Dreulis interjected with an indifferent tone.

"What kind of arrangement?" Leon questioned, looking at Dreulis with a perplexed expression.

"I was considering instructing you in some arcane spells useful for actual combat, rather than merely fleeing as you fight... Would that be of interest to you?" Dreulis countered.

"And in exchange?" Leon asked, his look laced with suspicion.

"In turn, you might aid me in broadening my mastery of magic," Dreulis answered.

"Broaden your magic? By what means?"

"By allowing him to observe your spellcasting," Rees chimed in.

"So, you identified it as well... did you not? Hehehe," Dreulis chuckled while glancing at Rees.

"Master... He desires the very thing I have been pestering you for since we first met. He wants to study your magic and record it within his grimoire," Rees explained.

"Tell me... have you not attempted this already?" Dreulis asked.

"No... I lost a wager, and now I am prohibited from asking questions," Rees admitted.

"Why are you two so obsessed with dissecting my magic?" Leon asked with a faint smile, returning to his wooden seat.

"We are liches... We embraced the undead state to accumulate wisdom, and you possess an abundance of it; I can sense it," Dreulis replied.

"I suggest you do not trust that instinct... The more inquiries you put to this man, the more bewildered you shall become," Rees remarked to Dreulis.

"Hmm...? Those are the first such words I have ever heard from a lich. Believe me, I am only more intrigued now. So, do you accept the terms, Mr. Michael Jackson?" Dreulis pressed.

"Let me calculate... One, two, three... I believe the answer is zero," Leon murmured.

"What is zero?" Dreulis asked, sounding confused.

"The amount of f*cks I give about learning your petty spells," Leon replied, grinning at Dreulis.

"Wow... Hahahahaha! I am fairly certain you have never heard such words from a human before either! Hahahaha!" Rees roared, openly mocking Dreulis.

"Is there anything you wish to adjust in this deal? It remains negotiable," Dreulis said. He tapped his staff against the floor, causing a wooden chair in the corner of the room to slide beneath him as he sat down.

"I truly do not desire anything," Leon said, smiling as he observed Dreulis.

"Oh, everyone desires something, Mr. Michael... Whether it be power, wealth, knowledge, or status. Either you remain unaware of your own desires, or you simply wish to hide the secrets of your spellwork. So, which is it?"

"Back when I spent time in the library, I perused a tome titled 'Magic research and spell Evaluation.' Are you aware of how a mage conducts research on a spell? It is done by casting it repeatedly and analyzing the shifts in mana patterns. Now, you offer a deal to teach me some third-rate nonsense just so you can witness my mana patterns, is that not correct?" Leon asked with a smug smirk.

"Very well then... I shall present an offer you cannot possibly refuse."

[Note: Base skill set for class {Dark Summoner} has been imparted.]

[Name: Summons of Darkness]

[Rank: unknown]

[Description: To invoke the skill Summons of Darkness, the caster must sacrifice mana cores, corpses, or Ketons. Once the necessary sacrifices are fulfilled, the gates of hell shall part, and a summon will emerge. Summoned creatures perish permanently upon being killed in the physical world and cannot be summoned again.]

[Note: The magnitude of the sacrifice dictates the power of your Summon.]

[Mana: none]

[Cooldown: none]

'Hmm... A spell involving sacrifice rather than mana. What in the hell is a Keton?' Leon wondered, staring at the system window with a conflicted look.

"Um... Are you examining this?" Dreulis asked, holding out a dark crimson blade for Leon to see.

"Hmm...? What might this be?" Leon asked, instantly deploying his skill.

[Name: Hellfire Blade]

[Rank: D]

[Description: A unique blade forged within demonic furnaces and sharpened under immense pressure to achieve an edge capable of slicing through the very air. This weapon is etched with ancient demonic scriptures that channel the fury of hellfire, incinerating foes on contact. When awakened, the Hellfire Blade’s sharpness increases by 35%, and every strike inflicts a burn dealing 800 damage over ten seconds, stackable up to one hundred times.]

"I name it the Hellfire Blade. It is a rare relic forged in the demon kingdom, once wielded by a notorious demon before I acquired it in a trade. Allow me to elaborate on its properties; this blade can inflict-"

"Burning damage upon opponents, killing them gradually. I have no need of it. I possess my own weapon," Leon replied with a neutral face.

"Astounding... Did you discern all of those traits simply by observing the blade, or did you utilize some manner of identification skill?" Dreulis asked, clearly intrigued.

"I do not want it... Dreulis," Leon said, staring directly into the other's eyes.

"Hmm... Very well. If the blade does not entice you, I have other things to offer..." Dreulis muttered as the sword vanished, and he began rooting through the folds of his robes.

'Show me the skill...'

[Name: Rotten Ground]

[Rank: Unknown]

[Description: Upon activation, an unseen puddle manifests on the ground beneath the target within a ten-meter radius. As the enemy attempts to move, demonic hands erupt from the pool, tethering them and restricting movement by 20% initially. If they continue to struggle, the restraint intensifies by 20% with each movement until total immobilization is achieved.]