Fairy Tale: With Sin Of Pride

"I've signed in so many times in the world of Fairy Tail," Rhodes muttered, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It's time for a change of pace."

He looked at the refreshed sign-in count and pondered silently.

This time, he had bound two sign-in points. Aside from the Fairy Tail world, he now had access to the Dungeon world.

The sign-in rewards in the Fairy Tail world mostly comprised magical abilities. However, for most ordinary people, the threshold to become a magician was exceptionally high—accessible only to a few prodigies with the necessary talent.

Since Rhodes aimed to gather faith from a wide range of people, he couldn't solely focus on magicians. His next target would be signing in the Dungeon world, which offered diverse professions.

"If I can unlock a swordsman-type profession," he mused, "that would be ideal."

With determination, he commanded, "Sign in… Dungeon World!"

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Ding! Sign-in successful!

Reward obtained: Ghost Swordsman professional inheritance!

Would you like to activate the special bloodline—Ghost Hand?

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Ghost Swordsman: A swordsman wielding the power of ghosts and gods. The ultimate swordsman.

A spark lit up in Rhodes' eyes.

The Ghost Swordsman wasn't an ordinary profession. It granted mastery over the Ghost Hand, a power capable of summoning and controlling ghosts and gods in battle.

Although it came with a significant drawback—the wielder risked having their will eroded by the power of ghosts and gods, potentially driving them insane—it didn't diminish the allure of this incredible strength.

Rhodes considered it carefully, then made his decision.

The next moment, an overwhelming, violent will surged into his mind. Whispers of madness echoed, accompanied by malice reminiscent of an evil god. The intensity of this presence surpassed anything he had encountered before.

The invasion was brief, leaving his thoughts and rushing toward his right hand.

Powerful. Violent. Bloodthirsty.

For a fleeting moment, Rhodes felt as if his arm no longer belonged to him.

His right arm swelled to twice its size, scarlet and pulsating with veins, radiating a menacing and chaotic aura. It was a grotesque, inhuman limb—a manifestation of the Ghost Hand.

A black shackle encircled the arm, a seal designed to restrain its power. Rhodes understood that removing this seal would unleash the Ghost Hand's full potential, though he wasn't yet sure of the precise strength of the ghosts and gods sealed within it.

"Ghost Slaying!"

He casually swung his hand, releasing the power of ghosts and gods. A scarlet slash cleaved forward, obliterating the structure before him.

Nearby humans and dwarves gasped in awe, though they were accustomed to Rhodes' daily power tests, which often left half the houses destroyed.

Fortunately, the City of Mountain Fire was constructed with magical materials. As long as the city itself wasn't annihilated, the buildings would gradually regenerate.

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"How's the Leyline construction coming along?" Rhodes asked.

Satisfied with his new power, he turned his attention back to his plans.

Even though he had only just inherited the Ghost Hand's strength and hadn't fully developed it, its sealed state alone granted him the destructive capabilities of a demigod.

If he could master its full potential, even gods who had inherited higher professions would be no more than lambs to the slaughter.

But before that, the most pressing matter was the creation of the Magic Network.

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Rhodes entered the dwarves' forging workshop, finding them gathered around a blueprint.

"What you're asking for is too complex," one old dwarf remarked, his face lined with exhaustion. "With our current technology, we can only create a basic node structure. By combining these nodes, we might eventually construct the ideal Magic Network. But no one can guarantee its success."

Despite his fatigue, the dwarf's eyes sparkled with excitement. The challenge of creating a groundbreaking artifact was enough to ignite the passion of any craftsman.

"Success or failure doesn't matter," Rhodes replied calmly. "We can always try again. Focus on the task at hand."

His confidence reassured the old dwarf, who immediately gave the order to proceed.

Soon, the workshop bustled with activity. Dwarves hammered away at molten materials as magma flowed through specialized pipes into their forges.

Each node required meticulous crafting, as they needed to store magic power and bear intricate magic array patterns. Even the slightest error could disrupt the entire network.

The scale of this endeavor was enormous, with thousands of nodes required. Although the odds of success were slim, Rhodes had faith in the dwarves' expertise.

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Leaving the workshop, Rhodes stepped outside the city walls.

"It's been a while," he murmured. "Time to explore the world outside."

The City of Mountain Fire, though a magical fortress, was fundamentally an independent artifact. Its power derived from the Earth Core Gem, a rare treasure connected to the planet's leyline.

With the gem under his control, Rhodes effectively ruled the city. Even gods would struggle to breach its defenses.

Satisfied with the city's security, Rhodes decided to venture out and rescue more humans to join his growing faction of believers.

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As he walked, a deafening roar shattered the silence.

Through the dust, a massive orc army appeared, their leader perched atop a colossal wild boar.

"So, you've finally come out," the Wild Boar King sneered, his gaze bloodthirsty.

Rhodes blinked, puzzled. "You've been waiting for me? Did we meet before?"

The Wild Boar King exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "You humiliated my brother and turned him into a laughingstock among the orcs. I've been lying in wait for three days to avenge him!"

"Three days? Impressive dedication," Rhodes replied, shaking his head. "Though, if I crippled your brother, he probably deserved it."

The Wild Boar King's expression darkened. "Arrogant human! You'll regret those words. Seize him!"

The Wild Boar King snorted coldly, his eyes cold.He didn't expect that this human being was already surrounded by his legion, and he actually dared to speak so brazenly.

What kind of person do you think you are, just a mere human being?

"Catch him, crush his bones and remember not to kill him!"

"I want to crush all the bones in this human body, hang him on my door, expose him to the wind and sun, and made lose his mind in pain. I want everyone to know what the consequences are for offending our pig-headed people.."

With a wave of the Wild Boar King's big hand, the pig-headed cavalry behind him immediately rushed toward Rhodes. These pig-headed cavalry are all elites of the pig-headed clan, and each of them has experienced hundreds of battles. They formed a bond with each other.

In a battle formation, even a legendary powerhouse would suffer a loss if he underestimated them.

Looking at the pig-headed knight riding in, Rhodes took out a long knife he took from the workshop from his waist.

This The long sword is a weapon that the old dwarf casually forged when he was thinking.

It is not a high-quality product.

But who is the old dwarf? He is the most powerful blacksmith in the City of Mountain Fire. At his peak, he even forged powerful artifacts.

He can From the hands of an old dwarf, even if it is just a random work forged in his spare time, it is a rare weapon.

"Die!"

A group of pig-headed knights, waving hammers in their hands, swung them in the direction of Rhodes.

Dozens of hammers, the wind force of the swings was like a sonic boom, deafening.

Vaguely, all Rhodes' escape directions were blocked.

"The cooperation is quite good."

Rhodes nodded with some admiration in his eyes.

Although these pig-headed knights who were born on the battlefield may not be very strong in single combat, if they cooperate with each other, their combat power can be doubled or tripled. more than

"Ghost slaying!"

Rhode held the long knife in his hand, and the veins on his blood-red arms were pulsing, and there were bursts of blood mist.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a powerful ghost behind him slowly opening his eyes.

Cold! Bloodthirsty! Unruly!

Ghosts and gods The power of the sword was added to the long knife, turning into a bloody light and slashing forward.

Puff, puff, puff!

Silently, the blood light passed through the crowd.

The body of the pig-headed cavalry who was struck by the blood light was broken into two pieces, hard. Their armors were corroded and destroyed by the terrifying blood.

The blood of the slaughtered pig-headed cavalry seemed to have been robbed and turned into mummies.

But Rhodes felt a wave of blood in the blood-red ghost hands. As their blood drained, it seemed to be absorbed by Rhodes' Ghost Hand, amplifying its ominous power.

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