Finding epic loot

"Finally, the epic loot!"

Gold and money were nice, but they were no match for limited edition items. In front of Alex were three items that looked to be very limited edition.

The first was a golden apple that radiated light.

The second was a basketball sized globe that appeared to be an eyeball. When Alex looked at it, his hairs stood up and he couldn't help but get the feeling that he was gazing at imminent death.

The third was a golden sheath holding a one-handed sword with a jeweled, golden hilt.

'I can understand why that blue suit guy was in charge of this bank. Their real treasures were hidden behind a door that could probably only be opened by the Universal Escape Key of his General,' Alex thought to himself.

'Sir, we should leave as soon as possible. If more chosen surround this place, things will become dangerous,' Scott reminded him.

Alex knew he was right so he immediately grabbed the three items and returned to the elevator. He used the staffs' key cards and took the trip back up.

When the elevator door opened inside of the bank, he half expected to be surrounded by another team of gunmen, but it was completely empty. 'That arrogant idiot downstairs probably didn't think he would get headshot in 2 seconds and didn't bother calling for help. What a nice guy,' Alex thought.

He swaggered out of the building. If anyone was able to see him right now, they would be quite shocked upon witnessing his unique sense of style. In the middle of Manhattan, there was a young man with his head held high in a sinister black Helm, walking in ancient wooden slippers, and carrying a giant eye under one arm and a sword in the other.

Alex made his way down the metro. When he approached the turnstile, he snorted and hopped over it. 'A penny saved is a penny earned.' Even though he was now worth tens of billions of dollars, Alex still recognized that $2.75 could buy him a special character skin.

The metro ride was a bumpy one, Alex nearly dropped the giant eye several times, but in the end, he managed to arrive home without causing any collateral damage.

*Woof* *Woof*

Upon arriving inside his apartment, Alex put down all of his things and plopped onto the couch. He was exhausted. "Who knew smashing people with gold could be so exhausting? Now I understand how those sports team owners feel when they're buying up top athletes."

GRRRRRR

Barney was growling at the eye which was now sitting on the coffee table. 'It seems like Barney doesn't like that thing. I can't blame him, it's creepy as hell,' Alex thought as he checked his pockets and found some remaining seal cards. He used one card on the eye and Barney finally calmed down.

After resting for a few minutes, Alex started to feel better. "Scott, what happened back there when I sealed that chosen? And how come I didn't get Muhammad Ali?"

'Sir, it seems that besides for physical objects, your Seal cards also have a function in sealing energy such as the soul forms of Generals. Regarding the specifics, I am not clear as of now. However, it would seem that once that chosen died, his soul contracts with his Generals expired...'

'When you used a Seal card on him, it created a connection to his inner world where his Generals reside and tried to Seal a General. Unfortunately, since you do not have direct access to his inner world, your Seal only pulled out a random General. That's as much as I can gather at this moment.'

"So you're telling me each time I kill a chosen, I get to do a lottery draw?"

'...Sure, Sir.'

"What about that Houdini...I thought you said one had to be a warrior to become a General."

'Sir, the requirement to become a General is soul strength rather than fighting ability. Cultivating physical power raises the strength of one's soul. Most of the qualified Generals are fighters with great power because they tend to be the most numerous in population...'

'However, there are some esoteric practices that strengthen the soul directly such as meditation. These methods may be used by monks, magicians, and others to develop strong enough souls to become Generals,' Scott explained.

'Taking pies in the face is now a soul strengthening activity?' Alex shook his head. Nevertheless, he began to imagine the possibilities of his newfound application of Seal cards. If he liked a General, he would snatch a General. Then he remembered that sideshow clown Houdini sitting in Cardopolis right now and his excitement waned.

'It's useless if it keeps throwing me trash.' Houdini, the greatest escape artist in history, will never escape from this first impression.