Location: Dharavi (Abandoned Godown), Mumbai
Date & Time: January 9, 2025 | 6:30 PM (IST)
The very moment the last drop of energy from the E-Rank feral was absorbed, something within Rudra snapped into place. His mana finally surged past the 5,000 MP threshold. A sudden, strange coolness spread through his chest, followed by a powerful tugging sensation. It felt as if a new door had violently swung open inside the deepest corners of his mind.
"Congratulations, kid," Ruin Soul's cold voice echoed, but this time it carried a hint of grim satisfaction. "You've officially crawled out of the trash heap and become a D-Ranker. And with that, your [Gluttony] is finally showing its true potential. You've unlocked two sub-abilities."
Rudra looked down at his palms. He felt a vast, empty space existing somewhere within him. "What is this feeling? It feels like there's an entire empty room inside my soul."
"That is your Inventory," Ruin Soul explained. "It's a pocket space of about 500 square feet tucked inside your soul. Time stands still in there. You can store your gear, weapons, or even the bodies of your prey. It won't add a single gram of weight to your physical body. And the second ability... that is Darksmith."
"Darksmith?" Rudra asked, picking up the shattered remnants of his bronze baseball bat.
"Yes. A crafting skill born from your hunger. You don't need to beat iron with a hammer. You simply pull the materials into your void and weave them. Look at that E-Rank corpse and visualize pulling it inside."
Rudra reached his hand toward the withered remains of the feral mutant. A swirling, dark portal manifested in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse vanished into the void.
Rudra's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "So, can I craft a new sword using this trash? My bat is already useless."
"Have you lost your mind?" Ruin Soul mocked him. "The quality of the material determines the weapon. Craft a blade from weak E-Rank bones, and it will shatter on the first strike. If you want a D-Rank weapon, you need D-Rank materials. Remember the feral you killed seven days ago? His iron-like skeleton should still be in that godown."
The logic was flawless. Rudra adjusted his hoodie and sprinted back through the labyrinth of Dharavi, returning to the very godown where his journey had truly begun.
Nearly half an hour later, he was standing over the massive skeleton of the D-Rank feral. The bones weren't a typical ivory white; they were as dark and hard as tempered steel.
"Put the broken bronze bat and these black bones into the Darksmith," Ruin Soul commanded. "The durability of the D-Rank bones and the conductive metal of your bat will create a perfect foundation. Now, visualize the weapon. Don't think of something heavy. Think fast, lethal, and stealthy. A blade designed to take lives in silence."
Rudra fed the thick black bones, the jagged claws, and his mangled bat into the portal.
"Activate Darksmith," Rudra whispered.
Inside the void, a violent vortex of dark energy began to swirl. Rudra could hear the ethereal sound of metal melting and bones being reshaped. Ruin Soul was weaving the energy with expert precision. Seconds later, a crimson light flared within the portal.
"Your weapon is ready. Draw it."
Rudra reached into the darkness, gripped a cold hilt, and pulled the weapon out.
His breath caught in his throat. This was no ordinary blade. It was a dark, curved dagger that radiated a chilling aura of death.
The blade was a fusion of matte-black metal and obsidian-like feral bone. The spine of the dagger was lined with wicked, serrated spikes designed to tear through flesh. The hilt was ergonomic and sharp, adorned with dark, demonic details. But the most terrifying feature was a thin, glowing red line running through the center of the blade—Rudra's own violent mana, pulsing like a living vein.
He swung it through the air. Swish! The sound was crisp and effortless. It was far lighter than the bat, but its edge looked sharp enough to slice through thick armor like it was mere parchment.
"It's... it's perfect," Rudra muttered, mesmerized by the dark feral dagger.
"Rank D Weapon," Ruin Soul confirmed proudly. "This edge won't dull easily, and your mana will flow through it seamlessly. Now you finally have a proper tooth. It's time to find the next throat to cut."
With a thin smile, Rudra stored the dagger back into his Inventory. He was no longer just another boy hiding in the slums; he was becoming the most dangerous thing the shadows of Dharavi had ever seen.
Chapter Summary
Location & Time: Abandoned Godown, Dharavi | January 9, 2025, 06:30 PM.
Rank Advancement: Rudra officially hits D-Rank (5,000+ MP).
New Abilities: Unlocks Inventory (500 sq. ft. storage) and Darksmith (Ability to craft weapons from absorbed materials).
The Craft: Rudra uses the bones of the D-Rank feral and his broken bronze bat to craft a new weapon.
Weapon Update: Obtains the Dark Feral Dagger (D-Rank)—a black, serrated blade with glowing mana veins.
Current Status: Fully healed, newly armed, and mentally prepared to continue his hunt as an unregistered D-Rank predator.
Bhai, Rudra ke paas ab uski "Dagger" aa gayi hai aur uski profile ab ek Assassin jaisi lag rahi hai. Bio-data update kar diya hai:
Rank: D-Rank
Weapon: Dark Feral Dagger (D-Rank)
Special Skills: Gluttony (Inventory, Darksmith), Primal Adaptation, Chrono Perception, Ruin Soul.