I Only Tame Dragons

Even a mage would want this blade, and that says everything. But what's more important are the warriors—the true masters of swords—who'd go to war for it.

As soon as the stats for the [Dragonkin Blade] were revealed, whispers erupted across the auction hall.

Every major guild, faction, independent players, mercenary company, and even the natives themselves had their eyes locked on the weapon.

This wasn't just any weapon. A Tier-5 Silver weapon with +70 STR and effects that rivaled high-tier Gold equipment? That kind of power could turn the tide of any battle, give a guild the edge in a war, or crown a champion in the arena.

Once you hit the 300 to 400 stat mark, progress slows to a crawl—it's like hitting a wall. That's why everyone who's been in the game long enough knows the best way to push beyond that limit is through gear, especially weapons that grant stat boosts.

It's basic knowledge, but in the heat of competition, it's also a lifeline.

Gear like that [Dragonkin Blade] wasn't just a tool—it's a ticket to power, a shortcut past the limits of human potential.

Anyone wielding it wouldn't just get stronger; they'd shatter ceilings others spent years trying to break. And in a world where strength was everything, those extra points could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

Guild leaders leaned forward in their seats, strategists quickly recalculating how many resources they could spare.

Warriors, eager to claim the weapon for themselves, were already planning how to persuade their leaders to bid.

Everyone knew—whoever walked out of here with that blade would hold immeasurable power.

In that moment, it wasn't just an auction anymore. It was a battlefield, and the [Dragonkin Blade] was the prize.

|| Dragonkin Blade ||

→ Tier-5 Silver Weapon

→ Very Rare

→All Sword Wilder with 300+ STR

→ +70 STR

→ +20 DEX

→ +10%CriticalHitChance

Special Effect: Dragon's Wrath – After taking damage, the blade charges with rage, gaining +5% increased attack power for each hit received.

When fully charged (after 10 hits), the next attack unleashes a devastating shockwave that deals 200% of the weapon's base damage to all enemies within a 10-meter radius.

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The more Travis studied the description of the [Dragonkin Blade], the more he felt his blood race.

As a warrior capable of wielding both blades, axes, and hammers, he knew that the strength boost from this weapon would elevate him to a whole new level.

The additional +70 STR it promised would make him formidable, a force to be reckoned with. The question now was whether Grimm, their captain, would be willing to buy it for him.

"Do you want it?" Grimm asked, his gruff voice breaking the silence. He used fists when fighting and the others have their own specialty. It was only Travis in their team that could really use the sword.

Travis didn't hesitate for a second. "Absolutely," he said, nodding immediately.

Grimm chuckled and flashed a grin. "As our young, aspiring newbie, I think you should have the sword. It would not only benefit you but also help us tremendously in combat. However," Grimm paused, his tone shifting to something more serious, "like any other guild, whether big or small, we only have a set budget for these auctions.

We've already made several purchases, and we're down to our last 10 Aurums here. If we can secure it within that price, we'll get it. If not . . ."

Travis forced a polite smile and bowed. "I understand, Leader. I'm thankful that you'd even consider getting the sword for me. The thought alone is more than enough."

But inside, his heart sank. Of course, it wasn't enough. He needed that blade. It was his key to surpassing every other newbie, the advantage that could catapult him to the top.

With that sword in his hand, he could carve his way to the highest ranks of the Brotherhood Legion. He would become the strongest of the new recruits, maybe even the strongest newbie in all of Eternia

Grimm, unaware of Travis's inner turmoil, laughed. "Alright then, we'll give it our best shot. But no promises."

Travis's face brightened outwardly, but deep inside, frustration gnawed at him. They had to get that blade. They needed it as much as he did.

With him wielding the [Dragonkin Blade], not only would he become stronger, but by extension, the Brotherhood Legion would grow stronger too. Travis clenched his fists beneath the table. He couldn't let anyone else have it.

"The starting bid is 2 Aurums!" the host's voice boomed across the auction hall.

Brotherhood Legion wasted no time, placing an immediate bid of 3 Aurums. Travis held his breath, hopeful that the price wouldn't escalate too much. But as expected, other guilds quickly joined in the fray.

"4 Aurums!" a voice called out.

Travis's heart sank further as he recognized the bidder. It was none other than Seraphina of the Wingless Valkyrie.

Seraphina, a Tier-5 Celestial Blade, with stats ranging from 400 to 500+, was a blade master renowned across the continent.

Obviously, she wasn't bidding for someone else—she wanted the [Dragonkin Blade] for herself. Usually, she preferred great swords and long swords, but this blade was too good to pass out.

And with their guild's considerable resources, she was more than capable of getting it.

Seraphina didn't flinch as she raised the bid. The money? It was nothing to her. She had come prepared for this exact moment, with more than 50 Aurums at her disposal, a budget meant for ensuring her guild's luxurious stay during their two-month competition.

She wasn't afraid to spend it all in this Auction just to get the blade. But the elders and guild leaders of the Wingless Valkyrie would surely understand her decision.

After all, this wasn't just any weapon—it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A blade like this would make her practically unstoppable in the tournament.

And Seraphina, being one of the commanders, held enough authority to make such a purchase without needing immediate approval.

"This is going to get ugly," Travis muttered under his breath, watching Seraphina with narrowed eyes.

Other high-ranking guilds soon entered the bidding war. The Martial Union, known for their elite cadre of warriors, placed a bid of 5 Aurums.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then the Silverclaw Syndicate followed with 6 Aurums.

The Radiant Blades, an infamous group of mercenaries who valued power above all, jumped in with 7 Aurums.

The bids kept climbing, each guild determined to claim the coveted [Dragonkin Blade] for themselves.

"8 Aurums!" Seraphina's voice rang out again. She wasn't playing around, and neither were the other guilds.

Travis glanced at Grimm, his face a mask of frustration. The Brotherhood Legion had already pushed their budget to the limit with prior purchases. He knew there was little chance they could go higher without jeopardizing their entire strategy.

But they needed that blade. He needed it. It was the key to breaking free from the ranks of the ordinary and rising to the top. Travis's mind whirled with frustration as he watched the bids climb.

"9 Aurums!" shouted the Silverclaw Syndicate.

"10 Aurums!" countered Seraphina without hesitation, her eyes fixed on the stage where the [Dragonkin Blade] was displayed like a prize worth more than gold.

The entire hall buzzed with excitement as the bid reached a staggering amount. That was already 1 million gil!

Travis's hands were trembling under the table, his patience wearing thin. He could barely keep the smile on his face as he turned to Grimm.

"Leader, it's alright. I guess it wasn't meant for me after all." He forced the words out, though inside, he was seething with rage.

How could they just sit back and let someone else take the blade? His fingers itched to punch something—anything—to vent his frustration.

Grimm patted Travis on the back. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, Travis. Don't worry, there will be other weapons. You're already growing stronger without it."

Travis barely heard his leader's reassurances. His eyes remained glued to the stage, watching Seraphina and the other guilds battle it out for the [Dragonkin Blade].

It didn't matter what Grimm said—he needed that sword. He clenched his jaw so tightly it hurt, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.

What could he do? He was only a newbie, so he couldn't even think of stealing it to the one who would eventually won it. He was still a newbie with a newbie stat.

Look like the blade wasn't really meant for him.

The bids eventually escalated to 12 Aurums. By now, the room was filled with murmurs of disbelief. Few items or weapons ever reached such high bids, and it was clear that every guild knew the true value of the [Dragonkin Blade].

It wasn't just the +70 STR or its unique abilities—it was the potential to change the course of battles, to make its wielder win against others.

The entire auction hall buzzed with anticipation, for everyone knew that whoever wielded the blade in tomorrow's competition would hold an undeniable advantage. The bidding war spiraled into madness, with the price soaring to absurd heights—but no one dared back down. They had to have it, no matter the cost.