There was actually no shortage of battle fanatics like Esdeath throughout the Merchant Guild.
For example, there were quite a few in the Naruto world.
But among the women, Esdeath was indeed the only one.
So Shen Mo paid attention for a while.
Esdeath went straight to an unoccupied place and began opening her jars. She only pursued quantity and seemed not to care what was inside them. The speed at which she opened the jars grew faster and faster, and her eyes became increasingly feverish. Clearly, she was already becoming addicted to the sensation of her strength rapidly increasing.
The Level 1 and Level 2 jars were not particularly obvious at first.
But she had not enjoyed a sensation like this in a long time.
As the strongest existence in this world, Esdeath had long since reached the point where she could advance no further. She did not even know what her limits were anymore, only that it was extremely difficult to continue progressing.
In just one hour, she reached the jar that determined her class change.
The moment she opened it, an overwhelming tide of blood qi surged out.
A scarlet aura rushed toward her face.
If someone had an unstable will, they would probably have seen all kinds of terrifying illusions at this moment—mountains of corpses and seas of blood, or murderous demons.
But Esdeath was delighted instead.
She felt a sense of familiarity.
When she had obtained her Imperial Armament, it had been the same. She had drunk an entire jar of blood from a super-dangerous species, and then gained the power to stand at the pinnacle of this world.
And now, it was another jar of blood.
It seemed to possess some kind of symbolism.
Esdeath lifted the jar, tilted her head back, and ignored