Before that time, he could create new strategies to conquer the dungeon once more and achieve another SSS-rank evaluation rating.
Finn nodded. He lifted Poison Philip onto his shoulders and descended the bridge. He called for a few crewmembers to take Poison Philip to his room while he watched from behind.
Zuriel refocused his attention on the treasure chest. Inside were two items: a worn-out scroll, a rusty compass, and a black leather-sheathed cutlass.
He stretched his hand into the treasure chest and picked up the black leather-sheathed cutlass. He poured his mana into it to inspect it.
[ Cutlass of the Black Fleet - Rare rank, grade nine magic tool
Description: A cursed, growth-type soul-bound weapon forged from the lingering spirit remains of opponents defeated by the Black Fleet. Legends say it thirsts for vengeance, growing deadlier with every ghostly opponent it defeats. (Currently in a damaged state.)