My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 152

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Chapter 152
Kim Jae-beom and Eltan passed through the Belan City Gate side by side. Behind them, hundreds of members of the Dwarf Legion surged forward in a torrent. Short and stocky frames, thick unkempt beards, muscular limbs—their procession filled the narrow road leading into the city to bursting.
The Guard Soldiers at the castle gate’s eyes widened at the sight of the dwarves. With gazes mingling wonder and bewilderment, they beheld the countless small bodies streaming past. Clanking weapons and thick armor. Eyes burning with solemn resolve. The spectacle of such a dwarf contingent breaching the castle gate was unprecedented.
Yet the dwarves paid no mind. Receiving curious and astonished stares, they marched boldly into the city. Mining tools rattled where military supplies should hang, and work clothes drenched in sweat replaced armor. But none could halt their advance. The Dwarf Legion became a small tide, flowing into the streets of Belan.
“Come! Let’s head to the tavern!”
Eltan’s roar shook the air. His face, etched deep with the marks of grueling labor, radiated boundless liberation.
“Ohhh!”
The cry erupting from hundreds of throats was thunderous enough to shake mountains. Exhaustion melted away like snow in spring. Gleaming eyes, blazing cheers. The anticipation of ale coursed through their very skin.
The mass of dwarves surged toward the tavern, these small giants filling tables and crowding every seat.
Kim Jae-beom quickened his pace toward the tavern as well. With Eltan’s arm around his shoulder, he pushed open the heavy wooden door.
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The tavern interior was soon consumed by the dwarves’ raucous revelry. Seated at tables large and small, they received foaming beer in enormous mugs and drank deeply. As the cool liquid slid down their throats, thick exclamations burst from their lips.
Kim Jae-beom sat to one side, quietly observing the scene. His eyes, heavy with fatigue, remained fixed on the intoxicated throng, yet his mind seemed to wander elsewhere.
“Have a drink with us.”
Eltan approached, placing a hand on his heavy shoulder. His blue eyes sparkled with playful mischief.
Kim Jae-beom smiled broadly and clinked his mug against Eltan’s. With a loud, resonant clink, the two brought foam-laden beer to their lips. Bitter and sweet notes enveloped his tongue.
“So… what did you find deep in the mine?”
Eltan couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked. His thick brows twitched, betraying his interest.
Kim Jae-beom smiled lightly at the question. Then, as if guarding a secret, he answered in a low voice.
“There were many fine things.”
“Oho!”
A short exclamation escaped Eltan’s lips. His gaze fixed upon Kim Jae-beom. His eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation.
After a moment of suspense, Kim Jae-beom rose to his feet. He slowly reached out and opened his inventory. From within, he withdrew a sword gleaming with crimson light.
It was a demonic blade discovered in Count Heltema’s Warehouse. The blade, shimmering with scarlet brilliance, was both beautiful and menacing.
The red sword gripped in Kim Jae-beom’s hand.
“Ohhh!”
Eltan’s eyes widened in wonder and admiration. With an overwhelmed expression, he gazed upon the blade.
A weapon emanating mysterious patterns and strange power.
It was a precious spoil that I had obtained from deep within the mine.
The tavern stirred to life. Countless eyes concentrated on the red demonic blade in Kim Jae-beom’s hand. Gazes glittering with curiosity. The dwarves crowded around Kim Jae-beom, vying to peer at the mysterious sword.
“By the heavens! A demonic blade!”
“The rumors about a weapon infused with demon blood were true!”
Admiration and astonishment rippled through the tavern like waves. As their eyes fell upon the blade, emanating an eerie chill and irresistible allure, they trembled and gasped in wonder.
A few brave dwarves reached toward the demonic blade. But in that instant, something miraculous occurred. The crimson aura enveloping the blade writhed as if alive, then savagely repelled their touch.
Crack!
With a sound sharp as lightning, a scarlet flash lashed across the dwarves’ fingers. The violent impact sent them staggering backward in shock.
“Argh! This cursed thing!”
Cries mingling pain and bewilderment erupted from all sides. With faces flushed crimson as beets, they exchanged panicked glances.
Observing the chaotic scene, a playful smile graced Kim Jae-beom’s lips. It was the laughter of a powerful master at ease.
With fluid grace, he returned the sword to his inventory. As the blade dissolved into the air and vanished, the dwarves exhaled deeply.
However, everyone tensed again at Kim Jae-beom’s next action. His hand was reaching toward his inventory once more.
Soon, a new treasure revealed itself in his palm. A gem that rippled with crimson light. It resembled nothing so much as condensed flame itself.
The magical orb emanated an enigmatic and alluring radiance. Though no larger than his palm, the tiny sphere seemed to contain an immense power within.
The red sphere gleamed with mysterious luminescence in Kim Jae-beom’s hand. He gazed silently at the small sphere for a long moment, watching the lustrous shimmer dance across its smooth surface.
“Hmm….”
Kim Jae-beom furrowed his brow, murmuring thoughtfully. Curiosity and wonder bloomed in his eyes as he contemplated the magical crystalline form.
“I’m not entirely certain about this myself.”
Even as he spoke, his gaze remained fixed upon the sphere. He carefully traced his fingers across its surface, then held it up to the light, peering into its mysterious depths.
“It’s definitely not an ordinary sphere.”
The implication was clear—further investigation would be necessary.
Eltan stepped closer with evident interest. The small dwarf’s eyes had clearly caught the allure of the crimson sphere.
“Would you mind if I examined it?”
His tone was cautious, as though addressing a precious artifact.
“Of course.”
Kim Jae-beom smiled and extended the sphere. The small object transferred into Eltan’s palm.
Upon receiving it, Eltan swiftly produced a small magnifying lens from his pocket. With practiced movements, he perched it upon his nose and focused intently upon the sphere. Like a master jeweler appraising a gemstone, his eyes meticulously examined every inch of the orb.
Narrowed eyes. Deepened wrinkles. Eltan’s expression radiated perfect concentration. Light passing through the magnifying lens penetrated the sphere’s interior. Crimson luminescence bathed his face.
“Ah!”
As Eltan peered seriously at the sphere, something suddenly occurred to him. He thrust his hand into his pocket and withdrew a peculiar tool.
What he held was a small rod that gleamed with subtle radiance. Its surface was densely inscribed with profound and enigmatic patterns. The intricately woven lines of the magical circle glowed with azure brilliance, revealing their vital essence.
Eltan brought the rod into contact with the red sphere. The moment they touched, something extraordinary occurred.
Abundant energy surged from the azure patterns, flowing along the rod. The blue aura undulated through the air like waves before seeping into the sphere itself.
The moment the sphere received the blue light, it erupted into violent reaction. Something within began to writhe and convulse.
At first, the trembling was faint. But the amplitude grew steadily, transforming in an instant into frenzied convulsion. The red sphere thrashed wildly in Eltan’s hand. Light and shadow swirled together like a torrent, creating a vortex of radiance.
Everyone watched the spectacle in awestruck silence.
The sphere shuddered as if to shatter its very form. Its rounded shape twisted and warped, gradually elongating into a ribbon-like configuration.
And in the blink of an eye, it was reborn in an entirely new form.
A small ring gleamed in his palm. The crimson gemstone radiated an intoxicating brilliance.
“Incredible….”
Exclamation poured from Eltan’s lips. His voice mingled shock, exhilaration, and reverence. Every eye fixed upon the tiny object.
All gazes remained riveted upon the small ring resting in his palm. They held their breath, transfixed by the mysterious artifact.
“A ring?”
Kim Jae-beom murmured in bewilderment. A transformation from sphere to ring? His mind swirled with countless questions.
After a moment’s contemplation, Kim Jae-beom decisively extended his hand toward Eltan.
“Let me see that ring.”
Intense curiosity blazed across his face—he had to examine it himself.
Eltan carefully placed the ring into Kim Jae-beom’s hand, moving with deliberate slowness as though handling a precious treasure.
“Let me see…”
Kim Jae-beom examined the ring with eyes gleaming with anticipation. Without hesitation, he slipped it onto the ring finger of his left hand. The ring fit perfectly, settling snugly around his finger.
―A resonant hum echoed forth!
Electricity began coursing through the ring.

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