Pressing the button on the magic lightsaber, the blue-and-white magic blade slowly retracted into the hilt. Adam Bennett was extremely satisfied with this weapon. He had already decided to keep at least a few magic lightsabers for himself as spares, and would not sell them all.

The structure of the magic lightsaber was not complicated. The metal hilt itself was an emitter, containing a high-purity energy crystal as the main power source. For a magic lightsaber, the purity of the energy crystal was extremely important—it determined the sharpness of the blade. The runes embedded in the hilt determined the sword’s attributes. High-purity energy crystals were also the raw material for making magic gems. Once a certain spell was sealed within, the crystal, originally as clear as water, would change color according to the magic sealed inside. After this processing, the magic gem’s attributes could never be changed again.

The magic lightsaber in Adam Bennett’s hand was the most common searing cutting type; even steel or rock could be sliced in two with a single swing.

According to legend, the one worn by the crown prince of the Golden Moon Dynasty—the Silver Dragon, symbolizing imperial power—was an ice beam type. Anything touched by this magic sword would be frozen as hard as stone, forever losing the vitality of life.

Adam Bennett put away the magic lightsaber, not wanting to waste the crystal’s energy needlessly.

No matter the size, an energy crystal was a military-controlled material in the country, extremely difficult to obtain. Even with money, it might not be possible to buy one. Adam Bennett certainly didn’t want his magic lightsaber to become a mere ornament because the energy crystal was depleted.

There was another reason he stopped using the magic lightsaber: the blade itself emitted light, which had the drawback of making him an easy target for enemies in the dark. Having spent some time with a bandit gang, Adam Bennett understood all too well how fatal it was to let the enemy spot you first.

Weapons should always be used in the most appropriate situations—this was one of Adam Bennett’s guiding maxims.

When the magic lightsaber’s beam disappeared, darkness returned to the hall. Adam Bennett hung the hilt at his waist for easy access, drew his longsword, and followed closely behind the mechanical warrior labeled “One” as they disappeared into the darkness.

Relying on the keen senses honed from years of sword training and his memorization of the labyrinth’s map, Adam Bennett moved as if in his element, even in the dark. Using the faint glow from the sensor magic eye on the head of the mechanical warrior, who kept a certain distance ahead, he slowly searched for enemies that could be hiding anywhere.

Unlike the lucky youth, Luke Thompson’s luck could be described as abysmal. After a hasty battle with a mechanical warrior, he had barely escaped with his life, but in his panicked flight, he lost his way. He hadn’t found any treasures of the Great Stone Dynasty, but had repeatedly run into patrolling mechanical warriors.

These mechanical warriors, ordered to guard the labyrinth, were not opponents Luke Thompson could face alone. Fortunately, with one experience under his belt, whenever he heard the hum of a magic flame thrower, Luke Thompson would immediately run in the opposite direction without hesitation. Moreover, after more than a thousand years, many mechanical warriors had naturally worn down to the point where they could no longer fight, allowing Luke Thompson to escape danger several times by a hair’s breadth.

“As long as I make it back to the imperial capital, I’ll definitely become a renowned hero. You brat from the Lundak family, just wait—I’ll chop off your head and claim credit sooner or later…” Cursing the youth who had landed him in such an awkward situation with the vilest language, the fugitive Luke Thompson was also searching for a way out.

Clang! With a crisp sound, Luke Thompson kicked something, startling the already jumpy captain of the royal guard into swinging his longsword in panic. Clang, clang, clang—a series of metallic crashes and flying sparks revealed that he was facing a pile of rusted mechanical warrior remains.

This mechanical warrior was completely scrapped, leaning askew against the wall, as if its whole body had rusted into it. After his initial shock, Luke Thompson was suddenly overjoyed. He reached out and groped the mechanical warrior’s right hand, and sure enough, found a slender short iron rod. After prying open the completely rusted hand with great effort and retrieving the object, he pressed it confidently—a beam of orange-yellow light cut through the darkness.

“A magic beam sword! It really is a magic beam sword, Adam Bennett! Next time I see you, it’ll be the end for you—don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Although this magic beam sword looked rather odd, it greatly boosted Luke Thompson’s confidence. However, the moment he got his hands on it, he changed his mind and decided to treat this magic weapon as a family heirloom to be passed down through the generations, rather than trading it for wealth and glory.

Chapter Ten: Wild Dog Rolling Sword Technique, Poison-Tongued Swordsman

After all, wealth and glory are fleeting, but family honor can be passed down endlessly. Luke Thompson was, after all, born into nobility; otherwise, after joining the royal guard, he could not have been so easily promoted to captain. Those more capable than him had not advanced so quickly.