Rick held the greatsword with reverent hands, eyes scanning the system window hovering in front of him.
The moment the stats loaded, his grip faltered, and the blade almost slipped from his fingers.
[Unnamed Greatsword [A-Class]
• +100% Strength Buff
• Passive Heal: 2% HP every 10 seconds]
"You're joking. You're actually serious with this?"
Rick breathed, stunned.
Fenrir leaned against the wall, arms folded, unfazed.
"I don't joke about weapons. If you don't want it, I can—"
Rick snapped his head around, hugging the sword like it was a sacred relic.
"Don't even finish that sentence. This is… this is insane. I've tested hundreds of greatswords, but this? This is the best I've ever held. I don't even need to try it out to know—it feels right. Solid. Like it was made just for me."
Fenrir smirked faintly.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's just that no one else makes things properly."
Still awestruck, Rick tested the weight with a few practice swings.
