[Eternal Winter – Katana]

Rank: Legendary (Growth-Type)

Type: One-Handed Katana

Element: Ice

Durability: 412 / 412

Attack Power: 865

Description:

A legendary katana born from eternal frost. Its blade is forged from crystallized ice that never melts, carrying the will of winter itself. The sword resonates with cold so deep it can freeze mana, flesh, and even intent. Those unworthy of its power will feel their blood slow just by touching it.

Effects & Abilities:

• Ice Sword Mastery +5

Greatly enhances proficiency and control when wielding bladed weapons imbued with Ice-element energy.

• Frost Rend

Each successful hit applies Frostbite, reducing enemy movement speed and attack speed by 10% for 5 seconds. Stacks up to 3 times.

• Glacial Bleed

Critical hits inflict Frozen Bleed, dealing damage equal to 0.6% of the target's max HP per second for 6 seconds.

If the target is already affected by Frostbite, damage increases to 1% per second.

• Absolute Zero Combo

When three consecutive attacks land without missing, the target becomes Partially Frozen for 1 second.

During this state, all damage taken is increased by 200% for the duration.

• Cryo Resonance (Passive)

When paired with Ice-element skills or Ice-type entities, the katana's power increases proportionally to the user's Ice affinity.

Unique Effect – Eternal Winter's Will:

When sheathed for at least five seconds, the next strike releases a wave of absolute cold that freezes the struck area briefly and enhances all ice-based effects by 50% for 5 seconds.

Restrictions:

• Only users with high Ice or Frost affinity can draw out its true power.

• Rejects wielders whose willpower is insufficient.

Special : Its an growth type weapon capable of infinite growth as long as its in right hands ]

"The hell… did the 1% effect just trigger?" Mike muttered, staring at the katana in disbelief.

He quickly checked his status and froze.

After reaching Rank 1, it wasn't just his gacha talent that had evolved—his other talents had upgraded as well.

Reversal Engine

→ Now grants two reversals per 24 hours instead of one.

Midas Touch – Rank 1 Effect Unlocked

→ Gains a 1% chance to evolve any affected item into a form capable of infinite growth.

"Damn… why now?" Mike muttered, staring at the katana in his hand.

He had planned to use Reversal Engine on it—to convert it into a fire-type weapon—but now things had changed.

"What if I mess it up?" he thought. "If I turn it into something that can't grow anymore…"

That thought alone made his stomach tighten. This sword had just gained growth potential—something unheard of. Even with Midas Touch, he couldn't obtain Fantasy-rank equipment, the highest rank known to the public. Maybe there were even greater ranks hidden by more powerful forces; from his past life's knowledge, Mike knew that much. But for now, Fantasy rank was the highest he could reach—and this katana was capable of growing all the way to that level.

"If I ruin this…" he sighed. "That would be a massive loss."

He sheathed the blade carefully, deciding not to rush things.

"I'll postpone it," he muttered. "Better to wait until I'm sure."

After a moment of thought, another idea came to him.

"Maybe I should farm some affinity materials instead," he said quietly. "If I can get my hands on a high-grade elemental affinity gem, that would make things a lot easier."

His eyes narrowed.

"Leviathan was an Apex predator of the sea… which means its Ice and Water affinities should be top-tier."

If he could obtain a high-quality affinity gem from such a being, it could drastically improve his future growth.

"Still," he muttered, "there's something strange…"

He recalled the dungeon again.

Mike frowned as the thought finally settled into place.

"The Winter Island…" he muttered. "It wasn't just guarded heavily—it was protected."

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became. The elite patrols. The unusually strong defense lines. The way high-ranking adventurers were constantly rotating through the area.

It wasn't just to keep monsters in.

It was to keep people out.

His eyes narrowed.

"Those weren't random patrols," he said quietly. "They were guarding something… or rather, hiding something."

Realization struck him like a cold wave.

"The Elemental Spirit."

His fingers curled into a fist. "That's why the patrols were so strong. That's why even Rank 2 elites were stationed there. They weren't guarding the dungeon itself—they were guarding the secret that the Leviathan could drop an Elemental Spirit."

A slow breath left his lips.

"Fortunately, I was only Rank 0 back then," Mike muttered. "If I had been any stronger… I might've met my second death right there."

"After all who would think a Rank 0 like me can kill the Leviathan"

He shook his head lightly, the weight of that realization settling in.

"Good thing I was weak," he added with a faint, ironic smile.

Mike sat quietly, watching the ruined capital from a distance.

The southern district was completely cleared now. His undead army had split into two groups—one heading east, the other west—tearing through everything in their path. The Inferno Spirit followed the western force, her presence alone turning streets into molten wastelands.

Not long after, notifications rang out again.

Two more mini bosses had been defeated.

Then the last one too.

And then—

The ground trembled.

A voice, heavy and ancient, echoed across the ruined kingdom.

"WHO DARES?"

The sound alone was enough to make the air vibrate. Mike felt his ears ring violently, blood trickling down from the corners as he grimaced in pain.

"Damn… Rank 3 Peak bosses are really something else," Mike muttered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he quickly downed a healing potion.

The pain faded, but the pressure remained—heavy, suffocating, and overwhelming.

"Just his voice nearly killed me…" he exhaled, staring toward the heart of the ruined capital. "If I get any closer, I'll be dead before I can even react."

He didn't hesitate anymore.

"I'm not stepping any closer to that thing," Mike said firmly. "Not until it's weakened."

With a wave of his hand, he issued a mental command.

The Death Lords moved immediately—marching forward in perfect formation, their massive forms shaking the ground as they advanced toward the center of the ruined kingdom. Dark auras flared as they prepared for battle.

Then Mike raised his hand again.

"Come forth," he said calmly.

A massive surge of necrotic energy erupted behind him as the Mythical Lich emerged from its summoning circle, its presence freezing the air and warping space itself. The undead monarch floated silently, its hollow gaze fixed on the distant palace.

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