Up For It

The sun hung high in the sky as Damien stepped out of the Mercenary Guild, the faint hum of chatter and bustling activity filling the streets of Westmont. It was becoming more lively with the smooth progress of the town's reconstruction.

He stretched his arms, exhaling deeply, and began his trek toward the marketplace.

Today marked the beginning of his personal mission to increase his demon kill count and unlock the next mythical beast his system had promised him.

But first, he needed to gear up.

His current weapon was ruined and had been digested by Luton. It had seen better days.

Damien knew he needed something sturdier, something that could withstand the rigors of facing demons and other formidable opponents.

"A Double Refined Weapon," Damien muttered to himself as he walked.

He understood the concept well. Weapons were refined to match the strength of their user's rank, and he was now a Platinum Ranked Mercenary.