Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 45: Life Steal

Walking forward, Ulric stared for a moment before finally crouching, a faint smile stretching across his face.

"A scythe?"

Where the Sanguine Blood Wolf had exploded into a flurry of golden particles, a synthe lay in its place.

Unable to help himself, he extended his hands and grabbed it into his arms.

The shaft was wooden, with crimson veins and dark lines spreading across its surface, giving him the sense of an ancient origin the longer he stared.

Tracing his fingers along its surface, the upper end extended into an intricate blade, curving to form an extremely sharp edge.

Its surface was blood red, faint runes and sigil markings inscribed across it.

The longer he stared, the wider his eyes grew in astonishment. The blades he conjured from darkness he already found fascinating. But this... It just felt different.

Almost as if it were calling to him. Clenching his fingers around it, a sharp breath escaped his lips. It just felt right, he mused. While Lyra circled over, her eyes fell on the synthe before she suddenly froze, her eyes widening as she stared blankly.

Just looking at it sent chills racing across her spine. The aura it radiated terrified her.

But that wasn’t what concerned her most.

Over the time she had spent with Ulric, his face was almost always plastered with an indifferent expression.

But as he looked at the scythe, a goofy smile stretched across his face, only growing wider as the seconds slipped by. Did he like it that much?

Her brows furrowed in thought. While clearing the dungeon, every piece of loot the beasts had dropped he had handed to her.

What he saw as trash was gold to her.

She thought, clenching the staff in her hands. It had helped her very much. The reason she had grown so fast.

She couldn’t help but wonder what was special about this synthe that made him so... excited.

Unaware of Lyra’s racing questions, Ulric barely managed to suppress a fit of maniacal laughter bubbling down his throat as he stared through the synthe’s description. This was just... Too good to be true.

It was only after reading through its description a couple of times, just to make sure it was real, that he barely managed to calm himself.

[Blood Scythe]

A weapon forged by the blood and energy of the Sanguine Blood Wolf, refined by its bloodline to form a great weapon.

(Ability:: Life Steal -- With every life the Blood Scythe reaps, 0.1 of the life force will be stolen and imbued into the wielder.)

Equippable only by blood mages.

Most people who engaged in battle usually did so with caution and restraint. After all, there was only so much healers could do.

Some wounds were even incurable unless through the help of high-ranked healers, which usually cost an absurd fortune.

He had yet to face this challenge, but he was already planning on acquiring a healer talent and a couple of skills to enhance it. But this... It was just straightforward and straight to the point. Exactly how he liked things to be. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Right now, the amount of life force that could be stolen was a little low. But corrupting it a couple of times would change that entirely.

As for the class restriction. He ignored that entirely. With this, he would grow unstoppable in battle.

So what if a beast or opponent injured him mid-combat? He would just kill a weaker one to heal his wounds before continuing the fight.

This alone made him ten times harder to kill in the middle of battle. While others ran away from hordes of beasts. He would rush into them without a worry.

The future possibilities flashed through his mind one after the other. Grand battles unfolding before him repeatedly.

Before all of this was suddenly cut short as he felt a piercing gaze burning toward him, unable to ignore it any longer.

He lifted his gaze, his eyes locking with Lyra’s as she asked,

"Do you like it?"

Seeing the curiosity brimming in her eyes, he nodded faintly, standing to his feet as he slowly stroked the shaft.

"This will be my new weapon of choice."

"That much, huh?" Lyra mumbled, her eyes blinking in wonder.

And as if to confirm that thought, she watched as he dripped some blood over it from a slash in his palm he had acquired during the battle.

The next moment, the scythe lit up faintly.

The blood seeped into it before disappearing as it was absorbed, a pulse spreading across both their figures.

Man and scythe bound together. Feeling the transformation settle, Ulric exhaled as he looked at the synthe once more.

If the sense of connection he had felt before was vague, now it was undeniable. With this link, he could feel every inch of the scythe even with his eyes closed.

Its ability growing clearer than ever as a faint smile spread across his face, affirming his choice.

The sense of familiarity he felt with it was overwhelming. It was almost as if he had wielded it all his life.

He thought, flicking it across his fingers as he spun it playfully. It blurred before his eyes into crimson streaks.

Wind screamed repeatedly with every gesture. He only stopped when it created a suction of air that drew Lyra closer to him.

If there had been an opponent before him, he didn’t doubt they would have been shredded to bits.

Dying to test its durability, he curled his fingers before flicking. Sending the scythe flying out.

It circled, cutting through the air in a smooth arc with a streaking sound. Before the edge of the blade pierced through the dungeon wall, lodging almost halfway in.

"Nice," Ulric breathed in satisfaction.

Any other weapon would have shattered upon impact with the force he had exerted.

But this one not only didn’t break, It pierced easily through an impregnable wall.

Holding out his hand, the scythe buzzed rapidly. Retracting from the wall before flying back.

Landing on his palm with a quiet thud.

Staring at it, he didn’t see any cracks.

But he restrained himself.

It wouldn’t do to break his new weapon before he had fully played with it to his satisfaction.

First, he would need to corrupt it. With that thought in mind, he placed it over his shoulder before walking forward, grabbing Lyra’s waist with his other arm.

Then, giving the dungeon one last look, they stepped into the shimmering green portal at the end of the arena.

At the side, the sea of awakened stared blankly, unsure of how to react as they watched the young lord acquire a weapon almost as monstrous as he was.