The new sword looked nothing like its former self.
Where the Mirage Soul sword had been thin, graceful, and almost weightless…
This one was heavy.
Dense.
Opaque.
As if it had been carved out of a single chunk of shadow-forged crystal.
The blade was a deep onyx color with veins of dark blue pulsing through it—
not with magic, but with pressure.
Instead of a smooth edge, the blade had a faint serration pattern, like it wanted to cut through lies as much as flesh.
The hilt wrapped itself in dark-gray metal coils that felt warm to the touch, fitting perfectly into Mike's palm as if the sword had already decided it belonged to him.
At the center of the guard, where the Mirage Soul had a soft glowing core…
this one held a dim, steady pulse—like a heartbeat made of gravity.
Mike swallowed.
Just holding it gave him a strange feeling.
Not fear.
Not excitement.
But clarity.
The world around him sharpened—
edges defined, sounds crisp, colors more honest.
"I see if Mirage Soul creates Illusion this one undo the Illusion" Mike nodded apprasing the new sword.
[Abyss Soul – Anti-Illusion Execution Sword]
[Rank: Epic +]
[Skill: Break Reality]
Dispels all illusions, mirages, clones, and invisibility within 30 meters.
Deals true damage to any creature currently using illusion-type abilities.
[Skill: Solid Step]
Roots the user firmly into reality, increasing physical stability and density for 3 seconds.
User becomes immune to displacement, stuns, and knockbacks.
Cooldown: 20 seconds.
[Skill: Mind Cleaver]
Releases a pulse of shadow pressure that sharply clears mental fog, forcing enemies to see and feel the full weight of reality.
Reduces enemy reaction time and focus by 25% for 5 seconds.
[Description:]
A sword wielded by the Anti-Mirage Enforcers, the hunters tasked with killing illusionists of the Mirage Empire.
Forged from Abyss Iron and Soul Stone, it suppresses light, bends shadows, and forces truth onto the battlefield.
Where the Mirage Soul created deception, the Abyss Soul destroys it—tearing illusions apart and binding enemies to raw, unfiltered reality.
It is brutally simple in design, heavier and colder than steel, and feared for one reason:
It renders all illusion-type techniques useless. ]
"Juts as I thought" Mike nodded putting the sword in the inventory as he logged out.
"Okay time to go to Auction" he mumbled picking up the mask he bought for such occasion , it was Uncommon rank artifact, The Mask of hundred faces jester.
"Time to see the big leagues," Mike said, putting on the mask before heading out.
His mom narrowed her eyes the moment she saw him.
"Is there a cosplay event?"
"Hell no, Mom. I'm just going to an auction house, and the mask is to hide my identity," Mike explained.
His mother stared at him for a long second.
"It's better if you wear that mask after you enter the building. Right now you look suspicious as hell—like the best kidnapping suspect in town."
She flicked him on the forehead.
"Also, are you doing anything specific?" she asked, then added quickly, "Just don't bring home any thing weird."
Mike turned bright red.
"I—I'm not doing anything weird!" he stammered before quickly leaving.
"Uh-huh," his mom said from behind him, shaking her head. "That's what they all say."
"I got a great amount of treasures, so I was selling them at the biggest auction house. And I thought I should keep my identity hidden," he said.
His mom nodded. "Fine, just be back before dinner."
Mike nodded and left the house, a jester mask in his hand. "Yeah… that was a stupid idea," he muttered, shaking his head. Booking a taxi, he headed toward the auction house.
"Welcome, esteemed customer," the woman at the front desk greeted him. "How may I help you today?"
Mike showed her the slip he had gotten last time.
"Ah, its you, please follow me," she said with a polite smile. She guided him to the VIP Booth Number 1.
"The director prepared this room specifically for you," she explained. "You can see all the items we are auctioning today." She handed him a small card. "And this is the menu. If you need anything else, feel free to ask the attendant inside."
She opened the door to the private room. "She can take care of your needs," the receptionist added—leaning closer with a teasing grin. "And I mean all needs." She winked and left.
Mike looked into the luxurious room—and froze.
The attendant waiting inside was barely dressed, her curves on full display, her deep cleavage impossible to ignore.
"Your director sure knows how to play with minds," he muttered.
She smiled sweetly. "Sir, do you need my services?"
"No… not right now, love. For now, I'd like to watch the auction," he said, trying to stay calm. Meanwhile, his heart was racing.
Damn… this is just like all those stories I've read. Auction rooms, seductive attendants… I'm the protagonist here. Should I…? No. Yes? No—damn it.
He was having a full mental battle.
Mike forced himself to sit down, breathing out slowly."Okay… focus. Auction first. Weird thoughts later," he whispered.
The attendant giggled softly, stepping back to stand by the wall like a proper helper."Of course, sir. If you need anything, just call."
Good. Good. No more mental battles, Mike told himself. I'm here to sell stuff, not star in some drama.
A moment later, the room lights dimmed slightly and the giant screen on the wall lit up. A polite voice spoke through the speakers:
"Welcome to the Glorious Merchant Auction House."
The curtains on the stage below opened.
And this time, Mike did not relax.
A stunning woman stepped onto the stage—long legs, hourglass figure, and a business dress that somehow managed to look both professional and dangerously charming. She walked with slow, confident steps, each movement smooth enough to make the entire hall quietly stare.
She gave a playful, elegant bow.
"Good evening, honored guests," she said, her voice velvety and warm. "I will be your auctioneer for tonight."