Ten Thousand Killing Weapons

Minas Tirith!

Inside a grand hall of the royal palace, the mature Maiar and the increasingly sophisticated mage sat at a table, with a ball beside them.

True Knowledge Crystal Sphere!

The treasure created by the elves is a stone that resembles Crystal. When someone gazes at the Crystal of Knowledge, they can communicate with others who are also gazing at it.

It's a magical version of video calling, but the power of the True Knowledge Sphere doesn't stop there. People with powerful magic can manipulate it to see the scenery in any corner of the world.

Now this sphere of true knowledge has become Saruman's lair, where his soul resides, passively, forcibly stuffed inside by Gandalf.

Gandalf's point was to help Saruman find a place to stay, since his friend couldn't always be wandering around. His words made a lot of sense, but his true purpose was unclear.

"Mmm~~~"

Gandalf dipped the dragon meat in the pot, savoring it carefully. As expected of the infamous Ancalagon, the meat was plump and flavorful. One bite released a burst of juice, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, making it an unforgettable experience.

He glanced at Saruman inside the Crystal with a smile, picked up a piece of dragon meat, flicked off the broth, and slowly put it into his mouth. He enjoyed the delicious taste while also experiencing mental satisfaction, doubling his pleasure.

The Crystal turned from white to black, Saruman entered a state of stagnation. Only then did Gandalf ask, "Russell, you said you were leaving... what did you mean?"

"Literally, I'm leaving soon."

Russell ate the dragon meat. The enhancement potion was effective after the first bite, but it wouldn't work after that. However, Gandalf said that dragon meat could enhance certain abilities. Russell smiled and didn't take it to heart. Then he thought, after all, it was the world's most powerful evil dragon. It would be too disrespectful to throw it away after just one bite. So he ate it from yesterday until today.

"The literal meaning..."

Gandalf frowned slightly, his mind wandering as he wondered if Russell had a powerful figure behind him. After a moment, he said, "Aragorn's coronation is in three days. He's really looking forward to you being there. Can't we postpone it for a few days?"

"Don't even mention Aragorn, that good-for-nothing is all show and no substance. He can't even handle the smallest tasks. He wants me to stay and watch him show off? No way!"

Russell was clearly annoyed. Before the battle, he had been promised to help connect with some elven ladies who weren't involved in everyday life. He was even preparing to enjoy the... well, the good fortune of having multiple wives, but as soon as Aragorn heard that the Holy Sword had broken, he immediately turned his back on him.

On the other side of the palace, Aragorn stared blankly at the three letters in his hand, one from Rivendell, one from Mirkwood, and Lothlórien.

The letters conveyed roughly the same message: Queen of Heaven, an elven delegation would arrive in the capital to congratulate Aragorn on his ascension to the throne of King of Men. Incidentally, each delegation was accompanied by ten female elves, who were Russell's... fans.

Aragorn: ￣△￣

3 x 10 = 30!

"The elves... have fallen!"

Aragorn shook his head repeatedly. A few days earlier, he had asked Arwen to help him inquire in Rivendell if any female elves would be willing to chat, eat, and bask in the moon with Russell. Arwen had replied to him.

The letter was concise, containing only one line: No, get out!

When he received the reply, Aragorn thought that telling the truth would hurt Russell's fragile pride, so he used the excuse that the Holy Sword had been destroyed to turn against him and glossed over the matter.

But not long after, his father-in-law, Elrond, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, sent ten female elves to his door. And then there's Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood, and Thranduil, the Elvenking —their morals have completely collapsed; they actually claimed Russell had female fans among the elves.

Especially Elvenking, the Elvenking, whose integrity has been completely wiped out. The female elves of Mirkwood don't even know what Russell looks like, yet Thranduil call themselves fans.

Who would believe that!

Aragorn's face twitched. He put the letter away and walked toward the hall where the two wizards were, wondering if Gondor should also have a few fans.

Arriving at the door, Aragorn put on a smile and pushed it open, "Russell, I have good news for you... Alas, where is he?"

"Let's go!"

"Ah?"

The real world!

Russell took a cold shower, sat down at his computer desk, and started participating in the lottery. He hated elves the most; he wouldn't even glance at them if they were practically throwing themselves at him.

"System, how many draws do I have left?" Russell asked directly, listing all the elves' faults, too lazy to look at his personal interface.

"Uncle Luo, you've accumulated 7 lottery draws during the mission, plus the 3 from the mission completion rewards, for a total of 10 lottery draws." The system replied instantly, afraid of being a step too slow and causing unnecessary trouble.

"Yes, they're all open now!"

"I understand."

[Host confirms lottery draw; 10 draws in progress...]

The host receives the following rewards.

[Skill Card: Illumination Spell (Gandalf: Mages should invest in health and stamina, basic skills in melee combat and two-handed weapons, active skills in charge, critical strike, and whirlwind, and spells like Illumination Spell. PS: If people follow my example, they will fall into the dark path.)]

[Character Card: Chris John (The Foreseeable Future, Not the Future)]

[Intelligence Attribute Point x1]

[Item Card: Bush (Our team discovers the bushes, but the enemy is completely unaware, walks past them, and dies)]

[Character Card: Andrew (Chronicle)]

[Item Card: Ten Thousand Killing Weapons (Combines ten deadly weapons into one, each capable of standing alone)]

[Agility Attribute Point x1]

[Skill Card: Teleportation (Teleportation Just call it Teleportation if you want Teleportation)]

[Character Card: Sheldon Lee Cooper (A genius with an IQ of 187)]

[Skill Card: Earth Throw (Gravity Acceleration)]

Russell: "..."

I actually drew the Illumination Spell, the real deal, not just his Flashlight Spell that only makes things glow.

Looking at the ten draws, Russell, who had promised himself he wouldn't complain, couldn't hold back any longer. Just for those two awesome Item Card, he had to vent.

"I can understand the bushes, but Ten Thousand Killing Weapons' technique really be of any use?"

Russell's eyelids twitched, and an image of an old lunatic giving a product presentation—the kind with audio—flashed in his mind. He raised his hand to throw the card into the recycle bin, but for some inexplicable reason, he paused and decided to leave it for now.

A single item card containing ten 'deadly' weapons might actually come in handy...

Ten Thousand Killing Weapons may seem harmless, Russell Wen Xi as a person, and his pioneering and innovative spirit is something everyone should learn from.

You misspoke, it's not Wenxi, it's Da Wenxi!

Russell kept the Item Card that Ten Thousand Killing Weapons Sheldon's Character Card was promptly sent to the recycling bin. This card was completely different before and after being equipped, and it did not provide any enhancement effect.

If one had to pinpoint any effect, Russell figured that equipping the device would lower his own IQ, since Sheldon's IQ was only 187, far lower than his.

Russell browsed the webpage to look at the remaining two Character Cards. The Character Card that foreshadowed the future starred the King of Bad Movies, whose hairline wasn't as impressive as it would become later.

As for the Character Card with the superpower out of control, telekinesis reminded Russell of something, causing him to vanish from the spot and head to the Marvel Universe.