Chapter 91: The Contradictory Mr. Ferret
“That big idiot actually brought out the Holy Grenade, he must really have high hopes for you.”
Mr. Silver crouched on Rast’s shoulder, mumbling a few words.
Although Barbarossa claimed that his Holy Grenade was worthless and that it was a leftover defective product because it couldn’t be given away, it was measured against the other fifth and sixth-tier Night Travelers.
For those who had already reached the sixth tier and could inflict considerable damage on their own, the Holy Grenade, as a one-time item with a maximum damage range of sixth-tier, naturally wouldn’t have much decisive effect.
But after all, it was an extraordinary item of golden rarity, with a very low production probability in the Night World, and could only be produced in Night Worlds of at least fifth tier.
In terms of value, it could rival a lower-quality Emblem Armor.
One couldn’t help but wonder how that big idiot would feel if he knew that Rast was being so diligent just to steal his Night Blade.
Hmm… upon closer thought, even if he did find out, he probably wouldn’t care.
After all, when Barbarossa still had some semblance of a human, he was like a hot-blooded youth… or rather, a middle-aged man, always shouting about bonds, friendship, and burning youth. With someone to mix drinks for him and satisfy his desire for battle, he probably wouldn’t care about such trivial matters.
As he pondered this, Mr. Silver moved his tail, just as he was about to take a small dried fish from his subspace to eat…
Only to find that his tail had suddenly been grabbed by someone’s large hand.
His tail stiffened as if electrocuted; he was about to explode in anger and teach the disrespectful Rast a lesson about respecting his elders.
But then Mr. Silver realized that the small dried fish he had just taken from his little storage, which was crossing over from the Sub-Dimension into the real world, had suddenly paused in the void.
Then, the small dried fish lost control.
In its tear-filled eyes, the dried fish was caught in a spatial turbulence and quickly disappeared.
“You really got hold of Barbarossa’s Night Blade?”
Mr. Silver slightly narrowed his ruby-red beast eyes and glanced at Rast, who had removed his hand from Silver’s tail and looked clear-eyed.
Although the power he had exerted on the small dried fish just now was very light, completely done on a whim.
But it was also an application of spatial laws; an ordinary person who did not possess the Night Blade related to space could not possibly interfere at all.
However, in that instant, Mr. Silver distinctly felt a sense of sluggishness when activating his ability.
Although that sensation of sluggishness was very minor, for Mr. Silver, it could easily be overcome—
But the significance contained within it was self-evident.
Without a doubt, that was the unique ability of Barbarossa’s “Silence Disqualified” Night Blade.
“Well, Professor Barbarossa is really a good person.”
Rast released his “Silence Disqualified: Decaying Pebble” ability and nodded in recognition.
This was not a courtesy, but a heartfelt sentiment.
Even disregarding the Night Blade’s original text gained from the other party, and that golden-quality extraordinary item “Holy Grenade.”
Even if it seemed like a mere formality of combat training, Rast equally benefited a lot.
He indeed had master-level combat experience, honed over hundreds of years of wits and grit against the Iron Cross in Deep Blue Harbor, similar to his shooting skills, already reaching an unmatched peak.
However, that martial art was ultimately learned from the Deep Blue Harbor’s Marine Corps, including 300 years of practical training; at its core… he had only applied his martial art against ordinary humans and Iron Crosses, not against extraordinary beings.
But clearly, for high-tier Night Travelers, ordinary Iron Crosses were just small fries by the roadside, easily cleared away with a casual AOE.
Their true enemies were equally high-tier extraordinary beings.
And Rast had no practical experience in close combat against extraordinary beings.
Perhaps in most cases, he could crush opponents purely based on proficiency, but if he were to encounter someone like Hiltina, a seasoned veteran in this realm, Rast might very well take a hit.
Fortunately—Rast lacked experience in this area, but Professor Barbarossa did.
With special training, paired with the “Silence Disqualified” original text already in hand, Rast finally fully compensated for this shortcoming.
As long as he could complete close combat, under the nearly magical immunity of the Decaying Pebble, even enemies one whole tier above him would merely be a super soldier unable to cast a single skill after being silenced.
“Truly worthy of the A+ grade Night Blade; it hasn’t disappointed me.”
Rast muttered to himself.
Within the Ruins Institute, there is a quite detailed classification of Night Blades of different types.
The potential level classification of Night Blades refers to the task scoring for clearances in the Night World, ranging from “F” to “EX.”
And Barbarossa’s “Silence Disqualified” was rated as an A+ type extraordinary ability.
Among all the Night Blade original texts currently obtained by Rast, it was second only to Hiltina’s “EX” grade Night Blade, the Infinite Sword.
Of course, there were also some Night Blades that were deemed highly dangerous and uncontrollable by the Ruins Institute and had not been listed in the Ruins Institute’s Night Blade database.
For instance, Akshia’s “d*ath’s Messenger,” which bore two labels: “Super High Risk” and “Taboo,” but if truly classified, it could presumably reach EX grade as well.
This made Rast somewhat eager to obtain the original text for “d*ath’s Messenger.”
“However, it seems that Senior Ingrid has it really tough.”
Due to very pronounced side effects that could even jeopardize her life, Ingrid’s “Shadow Iron” Night Blade was only classified as “F” grade.
Yet Ingrid had made it to this level with such an ordinary Night Blade.
But for some reason…
Clearly according to Rast’s estimation, his relationship with Ingrid should have reached the point of “acquaintance,” enough to unlock Bond Level 1.
However, the prompt for opening the Justice Sequence Long Phase had yet to ring out.
This led Rast to think about Mr. Silver’s strangely evasive attitude when he saw Ingrid.
“It seems my senior’s nature… is likely not as simple as it appears on the surface.”
Perhaps she harbored numerous secrets as well.
Thinking this, Rast suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulder.
“I can’t bear scenes of departure like that big idiot.”
“You go to the End of the Night World by yourself.”
Mr. Silver’s words floated in the air, a silver flash illuminated the air, and his figure had vanished.
Rast felt his shoulder and then found that in the place where Mr. Silver had disappeared, a pair of chess piece-like objects had been left behind.
[Substitute Chess Piece (King and Rook)]
[Type: Extraordinary Item, One-time Consumable]
[Rarity: Purple]
[Item Description: A pair of chess pieces; when the user holds one of the pieces, they can use “King and Rook Swap.”]
[“King and Rook Swap”: Swaps the user’s position with the other chess piece.]
One could only say, as expected of the contradictory and tsundere Mr. Ferret.
(End of Chapter)
