Chapter 469 – Loot – Sossend's Storage Ring

Punk was extremely satisfied with the Crimson Gem Necklace. Although Ovakain originally possessed more Master-level magic equipment, those fragile alchemical creations clearly couldn’t withstand the turbulence of law force. Therefore, Punk didn’t expect to obtain more spoils – the Crimson Gem Necklace alone was enough to make him happy.

Compared to the single magic equipment obtained from Ovakain, the wealth Punk scavenged from Sorsend’s corpse was much more complete. It must be noted that within a very short time after killing Sorsend, Punk had stripped the old man of all his bracelets, rings, and necklaces, including the menacing staff he had thrown on the ground and the unconscious magic raven “Vector” that hadn’t been overlooked.

After carefully examining the scattered, ornate jewelry, Punk could confirm he had hit the jackpot!

Sorsend truly lived up to being a Level 19 Peak Spellcaster who had the courage to charge toward the Legendary realm. His “charge” was indeed backed by countless efforts, not just empty words.

At the very least, the wealth he possessed somewhat matched his four-thousand-year life journey. Most importantly – this cautious mage clearly preferred to carry various precious collections on his person, unlike Ovakain who stored everything in his mage tower.

Now, thanks to Sorsend’s caution, Punk could plunder almost all of Sorsend’s wealth to the maximum extent.

In fact, during Punk’s inspection, he found Sorsend possessed no less than three storage items: a storage bracelet with the largest storage space, an ornate storage ring with medium storage space, and a small, low-level storage ring.

The small storage ring was practically useless, containing only a few thousand gold coins and some ordinary clothing and daily necessities. These flashy but impractical items might be considered priceless in the ordinary world, but for Punk, they were completely useless garbage. So he casually threw this ring into the desert.

Punk’s gains from the medium storage ring were more substantial.

This storage space was almost completely filled by Sorsend with spellcasting materials and various gems, many of which contained souls of goat-headed men and even low-level professionals. Additionally, there were large quantities of precious materials essential for alchemy, alchemy tools, and auxiliary reagents…

Tempered steel, mithril, glowstone, wailing flower pollen, Mokelalan grass, glowfire magic root, harmonizing energy solution, element neutralization reagent, Omo reaction inhibitor, strong magnetic field generator, molecular strong dissolution array, high-level extraction magic circle…

These precious materials and tools were all Master-level magic items that were difficult to purchase and extremely expensive. They were alchemical necessities that a Level 19 Master-Level Caster like Sorsend had collected over who knows how many years to barely assemble. And now, all of Sorsend’s painstaking collections had become Punk’s harvest.After obtaining these items, Punk could be said to have acquired a small alchemical warehouse equivalent to that of a Master-Level expert specializing in alchemy. From this point onward, he could confidently assert that his collection of alchemical materials would not be inferior to any Master-Level Caster. Moreover, due to the “predatory” nature of his wealth—gained through plundering others—even an established caster like Kirk Weilen might not possess resources as abundant as Punk’s now.

As for the largest Storage Bracelet…

Strictly speaking, Punk’s gains from it were not insignificant. It contained several bottles of finished potions that Sorsend had carefully stored for emergencies. These included potions for restoring mana, healing injuries, and consolidating mental focus—all representing considerable wealth. Even if Punk had no immediate use for them, exchanging them at the Thought of Truth for contribution points would yield substantial benefits.

However… the remaining contents were rather awkward because… they were all identical Abyssal energy suppression potions manufactured by Sorsend.

Punk speculated that Sorsend must have required these potions in extremely high frequencies and quantities, with their necessity reaching a level where he couldn’t endure even a moment without them. Because… every single one of these identical potions stored in the bracelet was equipped with needles for convenient injection. As for the quantity… it was downright staggering. If all were taken out, they could form a small mountain six stories high—enough to sustain an army for one or two years if consumed daily as food and water.

Regarding these specialized potions for suppressing Abyssal energy corrosion… Punk felt genuinely conflicted.

To him, these items were utterly useless—they gave off the vibe of being “flavorless to eat yet a pity to discard.” Though numerous, each potion had already been finalized into a complete product. Even Punk couldn’t extract much useful material from finished potions. Most importantly… Punk wasn’t troubled by Abyssal energy erosion, making these potent suppression potions completely worthless to him.

Well, having no current use didn’t mean they’d never be useful. It would still be worthwhile to study Sorsend’s potion formula when the opportunity arose!

Holding this thought, Punk quietly slipped Sorsend’s bracelet onto his wrist.

After all, he already wore five or six rings of varying sizes on both hands and two necklaces around his neck—what harm could one more bracelet do?

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After studying Sorsend’s Storage Ring, Punk had been traveling throughout the afternoon. The radiance of Mila and Chikasa had gradually sunk below the horizon, leaving the desert bathed in a dim yellow glow that tinged every grain of sand.

However, for a Master-Level expert, traveling at full speed for an entire afternoon was hardly taxing. Punk was determined to detour around the Hoth Mountains and return to the Thought of Truth. Thus, even as the cold darkness of night descended once more, Punk’s spirits instead grew more invigorated.He loved the pitch-black, frigid night, especially such silent, cold nights. It was an even more delightful journey to quietly inspect his spoils under a rotating canopy of stars while savoring his newly acquired formidable power.

Next, Punk retrieved a twisted, blood-red staff from his grasp.

This was the very menacing staff that Sorsend had always carried in his hand. The patterns on the staff seemed to emanate a terrifying, eerie sensation. As for the staff’s design… perhaps it was intentionally crafted by its maker. Even without excessive branches or radiance, its irregularly twisted shaft alone could evoke an intensely repulsive, sinister feeling in anyone.

Without a doubt, this was a powerful staff—a fearsome magical artifact that unabashedly flaunted its evil nature!

(End of Chapter)