Chapter 066: An Extremely Perverse Little Fiend!

Taking it in hand, he saw that the helmet weighed only 3 units, making it ideal for low-level priests and mages who struggled with limited carrying capacity. However, the hat required level 24 to equip. The three brothers exchanged glances, silently calculating, and couldn’t help but rejoice. Lin Jia, after donning his level 22 magic robe, found himself unable to wear any hat, leaving his headgear slot empty. The eldest brother’s priest and the youngest’s warrior had never found a decent helmet either, so they had been using a level 14 magic helmet.

This priest’s helmet not only had 1–2 points of defense, but also 2–3 points of magical resistance. For all three classes, it was an excellent piece of equipment. For a warrior, it boosted magic resistance; for a priest, both defense and magic resistance saw improvement; for a mage, the main advantage was its mere 3 units of weight. The earlier bronze and magic helmets both weighed 4, whereas this priest’s helmet was lighter, its defense and magical resistance both superior. Even if a level 24 mage might not be able to wear it immediately, the time would come. Otherwise, the mage class might have to go without a hat for a very long time.

So far, no one in the safe zone had been seen wearing this type of priest’s helmet—everyone seemed yet to reach level 24. Perhaps several people had already obtained such helmets, but had stored them away, unable to use them yet. Since the youngest already had a skull helmet, the priest’s helmet naturally fell to the eldest. The second item was a “Bullhorn Ring.” Lin Jia hadn’t paid much attention at first, but when he checked its stats, he was startled: Attack 0–5!

“What the hell! Why is the Bullhorn Ring’s attack so high? Aren’t the normal ones just 0–1 attack, 0–1 magic resistance?” The eldest’s eyes bulged as he exclaimed. The youngest shoved him aside, nearly shoving his head into the screen, and snatched the mouse from Lin Jia’s hand.

“Damn!” The youngest stared at the 0–5 attack Bullhorn Ring for a long moment before cursing under his breath. Lin Jia understood his feelings: despite its high attack, the ring’s durability was only 1/1!

In other words, this Bullhorn Ring was utterly impractical for leveling up. It could only be stored away as a collector’s item to admire.

In the world of Legend, equipment and weapons lose durability with use. For example, a ring with 10/10 durability would, after some time, drop to 1/10. Once the last point was gone, it would shatter and vanish. If taken to a jeweler for repair before then, the worn durability could be restored, but the maximum durability would drop—say from 10/10 to 8/8. Each repair chipped away at the maximum, and eventually, when nothing remained, the item would inevitably break and disappear.

This attack 5 Bullhorn Ring, clearly overused and over-repaired, now had but a single point of durability. There was no way to take such a fragile ring into battle—it would vanish before you’d even begun to fight. Rather than using it for a fleeting moment, it was better kept safely as a collectible. After all, a 0–5 attack ring was outrageously rare! Even the skull ring from the skull set only had 0–3 stats, and this one had two more points of attack.

If the ring were new, it could fetch a sky-high price. As it was, with only a sliver of durability left, it had become a worthless, yet perversely rare, oddity. Lin Jia asked Lone Wind, frustrated: “Why’d you buy this broken thing? You can’t even wear it! And you traded away women’s heavy armor for it? Unbelievable!”

Lone Wind replied excitedly, “An attack of 5! That’s so rare! Just think—if it were new, do you think I could have traded such junk for it? This ring isn’t for leveling up; it’s for you guys to use when you need to equip something special later!”

The three brothers were stunned, then realization dawned. Just a moment before, they’d all been lamenting the ring’s spent durability, but hadn’t thought further. In Legend, many items require a certain level of combat power, magic, or spiritual strength to equip. If, for instance, the youngest hadn’t been able to wear the skull helmet, this ring could have helped. They wouldn’t have needed to go to such lengths to level him to 22 just so he could don the Death’s Gloves and then the skull helmet and ring.

Now the youngest took the ring in excitement, running downstairs to lock it carefully in his storage. Lone Wind asked, “Who should I give the gold to for safekeeping?” Lin Jia answered, “Give it to the eldest—he’s the treasurer!”

Lone Wind nodded, opened the trade window with the eldest, and placed 2 million gold coins inside. “There’s about 2.5 million in total. I’ll keep a little as capital for buying up other gear, and give the rest to the eldest.”

The eldest grinned, “Well done, young man! You sold off all our stuff in one afternoon and found some great treasures! Keep it up!”

Lone Wind replied proudly, “Of course! Who do you think I am? I’m a top student in business and trade!”

The three brothers all let out a dismissive “Tch!” at his arrogance.

Unfazed, Lone Wind went on to brag about how he’d acquired that rare ring: he’d noticed a low-level character rushing about outside the city gates, repeatedly slaying sheep and selling the meat. Curious, he checked the player’s gear and was stunned by the Bullhorn Ring. He quickly contacted the roughly level 10 player and offered a handsome price for what seemed a useless, battered ring in the young swordsman’s eyes.

The poor player, too broke to even buy medicine, readily agreed, trading away the rare ring for 30,000 gold and a few low-level special items, thus gifting the youngest brother a valuable piece for the future.

But aside from these two items, Lone Wind had nothing else to show, which left Lin Jia disappointed. “Really? Not a single thing for a mage?”

Lone Wind chuckled, “How could I possibly find gear for all three of you at once? Besides, your equipment is already the most insane I’ve seen! What more could you want? Lucking into such rare and powerful items is always a matter of chance.”

It was true—Lin Jia’s current gear was already the best a mage could hope for. Unless something truly extraordinary came along, it would be hard to replace anything he wore.

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[Aside: I wasn’t going to update! But after a bathroom break, I couldn’t help but write another chapter. From yesterday to now, that’s seven chapters—over 14,000 words!]