Chapter 100: Snow Valestorm

[Player Detected]

[Role: Combat]

[Role Talent: True Weapon Forger (SS)]

Leon’s breath caught slightly. An SS-ranked talent player! It was the absolute first time Leon had encountered a player with a base talent of that magnitude in Eternal Heaven. For her to be operating in Sector 12, she had to already be Adept rank.

She stood thirty feet away, pointing the tip of the massive silver blade directly at Leon’s chest.

For a long moment, the clearing was dead silent, save for the crackling of Leon’s flaming sword.

Then, the girl slowly lowered her blade, letting the tip rest in the dirt. She didn’t assume a combat stance. Instead, she began walking slowly toward him, her head tilted slightly back. She closed her striking blue eyes and took a deep, exaggerated breath, literally sniffing the air.

She opened her eyes, a wide, completely genuine smile breaking across her face.

"He smells good as well!" she whispered loudly to herself, sounding utterly delighted.

Leon caught the remark, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. Smell good? Of course I do, he thought. But what kind of combat assessment is that?

The girl stopped ten feet away from him. She planted the buster sword into the ground, placed both of her black-gloved hands firmly on her waist, and puffed her cheeks out in an expression of exaggerated, demanding determination.

"You are strong, I can tell," she declared, her voice confident and melodic. "You are already an Adept, and you fly this mighty, armored dragon. And you also smell good. You tick all the boxes, mister."

She pointed a finger directly at him.

"So do me the favor and marry me!"

Leon stared at her, the golden flames on his sword literally flickering as his absolute tactical focus derailed entirely.

"Marry?" Leon repeated, his voice laced with profound disbelief. "What is happening here!! We just met, you just tried to cleave my dragon in half, and I don’t even know your name."

"Oh, right! Manners!" She smiled brightly, entirely unbothered by his hostility. "I’m Snow. Snow Valestorm. And you are?"

"Leon," he answered cautiously, his grip on his hilt remaining tight. "Leon Wes."

"Leon," Snow repeated, testing the name on her tongue. "Baby, marry me so we can be a power couple. It has always been my dream to be in a relationship with someone as strong as me. I’m twenty, and I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m a five-time national karate champion back on Nexus, and I never saw a guy that was strong and smelt good."

She gestured wildly with her hands as she spoke, completely ignoring the fact that Leon looked ready to execute her.

"Then Eternal Heaven happened, and luckily I was also strong here. And I saw other strong men! But they all smell bad. And when I mean smell, I don’t just mean hygiene. Ever since I was a kid, I think I can perceive character through scent. Smell good means you’re not rotten on the inside. Smell good means you at least have an honest nature!"

While she was rambling, her eyes suddenly shifted focus, looking slightly above Leon’s head.

[Player Detected]

[Role: Support]

[Role Talent: Aura of the Undying (SSS+)]

Snow froze. Her hands dropped from her waist. The playful, eccentric energy vanished, replaced by absolute, wide-eyed shock.

"An SSS+ talent?" Snow breathed, taking a step back, her blue eyes darting between his face and his panel. "How is that even possible? I have never even seen the elusive SSS... but above SSS? Didn’t the system say in the beginning that SSS was the absolute maximum?"

"I guessed I was an exception," Leon replied coldly, stepping forward to close the distance.

Snow’s mind raced. She looked at his SSS+ talent, and the massive, armored dragon behind him.

"You..." she pointed a trembling finger at him, her voice dropping to an awe-struck whisper. "You have to be the anonymous player that first killed the Underworld Realm zone boss... the one who crashed the Beginner Zone economy... and you’re the one who cleared an Adept-level realm just some hours ago!"

"Just how strong are you?" she demanded.

"None of your business, lady," Leon warned, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Walk away."

"Baby, don’t be like that," Snow pouted, immediately dropping the awe and slipping right back into her flirtatious, demanding persona. "We don’t hide things from each other. Look, I’m Level 47. See? I’m being truthful." She took a step closer, looking up at him through her white lashes. "I can be submissive as well, if that’s your thing."

Leon mentally calculated the data. Level 47? In Sector 12, Level 47 was monstrously high for a player operating without a massive guild infrastructure. Just how good was her talent to allow her to reach that level as a solo?

"Your talent," Leon said, momentarily ignoring her romantic propositions. "What does it do exactly?"

Snow’s face lit up, thrilled that he was taking an interest in her capabilities.

"I can create any weapon of my desire," Snow explained proudly, gesturing to the massive silver buster sword planted in the dirt. "The weapon’s base strength instantly scales to be 1.5 times my current level. But it’s restricted. For each rank progression, I can only create a limited amount of weapons. For the Initiate rank, I could only forge one. For the Adept rank, I get two. So, I used my first Adept slot to create this Legendary ranked weapon!"

Leon looked at the buster sword. Legendary rank?!

It was an incredible feat for a Level 47 player to possess a Legendary ranked weapon, Leon carried the Blade of the Dragon God, which’s at the Mythril / Mythic rank. It gave him a catastrophic advantage against monsters, but he recognized the absolute utility of her talent. Her limit might currently be Legendary, but if she scaled into the Steadfast rank and beyond, she could forge weapons capable of shattering worlds.

Snow leaned in, tracing a finger lightly down the heavy plating of his draconic clothing. She looked up at him, her blue eyes flashing with a sexy, confident personality that was impossible to ignore.

"I can give you a big advantage, Leon," Snow whispered, her voice dropping an octave. "I will create a weapon exclusively for you... if you accept me as your wife."

She stepped even closer, completely disregarding personal space.

"I don’t even mind a harem, if that’s your thing. As long as I am yours. I promise to only belong to you. My talent, my loyalty, and my body... will be completely yours."

She tilted her head, her white hair shifting over the heavy fur collar of her coat, and offered him a devastating, confident smile.

"So... what about it, Leon?"