I Was Born With A Bloodline That Ended The World-Chapter 33: Custom Weapon

Rhian nodded once.

"Yeah," he answered simply.

One of the features of the simulation was weapon crafting. While it usually required premium access for full customization, there was a paid option for limited use, enough for Rhian to play around with ideas.

The dual-twin blade spear wasn't just for looks.

It was an idea that gave him options.

When he wanted reach and control, it was a long weapon. But when things got close, when he had to rely on movement and faster swings, it split into twin short blades.

Aras stared at it for a few more seconds, before giving a small nod, the closest thing to praise he usually gave.

"Not bad."

Rhian grinned at the compliment. Getting anything out of Aras, even a small nod, felt like winning a tournament. But that only made him think about the real issue.

To make this weapon outside the simulation, he needed monster parts.

Not just common ones either. High-quality materials that only came from killing stronger monsters in real portals.

And aside from the materials, he needed credits.

The academy wasn't just a school. It was its own city, fully equipped with shops, forges, and everything a carrier could need. But nothing was free. Inside the academy, there were two forms of currency.

₩ — real-world money used for things like clothes, phones, food outside the cafeteria, and personal items.

Rhian had plenty of that. His parents had left him a good amount before they died, and Doctor Calista had made sure it reached him.

But credits were different.

Credits, or merit points, were the true currency within the academy. They couldn't be bought with money. They couldn't be traded or given away. The only way to earn them was through performance.

Credits were awarded for class attendance, training, completing assignments, handling tasks, excelling in fights, or impressing instructors. Rhian had gotten 1000 credits after his fight with Nia, the same amount every new student got when they entered the academy.

Most of the basic things in school didn't cost credits. But anything related to becoming stronger did.

Crafting weapons needed credits.

The school crafters didn't work for free. Depending on complexity, rarity of materials, and the type of weapon, crafting fees could easily range from 3,000 credits to over 10,000.

Rhian didn't have a lot.

His current balance sat just above 2,000+ credits.

For a first-year student, it was good. But it wasn't enough.

The only thing draining his credits for now was the simulation room. Entering, training, testing weapons, all of it slowly chipped away at his total.

But for Rhian, it was worth it.

He wasn't going to save for a future he couldn't survive to reach.

Strength came first.

Money could wait.

Since he couldn't use his crafted weapon outside the simulation, Rhian focused on what he could actually carry and train with. For now, that meant either a basic spear or the separated short blades.

Lately, he stuck to the blades.

His goal was simple, master these first, build his foundation, and once he was comfortable, move on to the spear. That way, when the time came to craft his real weapon, he wouldn't be lost or struggling. He would have a base to work from.

Rhian sighed quietly as he looked at Aras across from him.

The guy was strong, that was clear.

Rhian had punched him clean earlier, with real force, and Aras barely moved. It wasn't luck or defense. It was just the gap in their strength. A gap built not just from talent or skill but pure core difference.

One of the biggest lessons Rhian learned in his time here came from the Core Class.

A lot of people, including Rhian when he first awakened, believed the stereotype that Physical-types dominated hand-to-hand fights, while Mystical-types were fragile long-range users. It sounded logical, but the instructor had shut that idea down completely.

All paths, Physical, Mystical, Hybrid, led to strength.

Physicals used their divine energy to enhance their bodies, yes. But Mysticals could eventually do the same, refining their bodies alongside their magic.

Of course this depended if one didn't hit their ceiling too early.

In the higher ranks, it wasn't rare to see Physicals manipulating energy like lightning or fire from their own bodies or Mysticals standing toe-to-toe with pure brutes.

The only real factor that controlled strength early on was core rank.

And Rhian just was F rank while Aras was D rank.

No matter how much heart he had, that was a wall Rhian couldn't ignore.

A D rank Mystical like Aras, whose body had been refined through years of training and divine energy from core crowth, had physical durability that surpassed an F rank Physical like Rhian.

It was simple math.

Sure, weaker could kill stronger, that was always true.

But that took overwhelming skill, perfect timing, and usually, luck.

Rhian didn't have those yet.

For him, it was just time, effort, and grinding until his core caught up.

So he didn't let that discourage him, instead used it as fuel.