With This Treasure, I Summon Primordial Weapons
Chapter 38: Settling Debt

Chapter 38: Settling Debt

Godric dropped beside her.

"Mina! What happened?" he searched her face for any injuries.

"They..." she sobbed, barely able to spit the words out. "They broke in, said if we didn’t pay by tomorrow, they’d be back."

Godric grabbed her trembling shoulders, trying to calm her. "Did they hurt you?"

Mina shook her head.

Godric held her for a few minutes until she calmed down before rising to his feet.

"I’m sorry," he said, his face darkening.

He knew immediately who did this.

The debt collectors.

He gave them a chance to stay away from them, and instead they came to his home and threatened his sister.

"W-where are you going?" Mina asked.

"I’ll handle things with the debt collectors," he said, leaning down and patting her on the head. "You just wait here, alright?"

Mina nodded, and with that, Godric left the broken door of his house.

Fortunately, because of his many previous encounters with the debt collectors, he knew exactly where their lair was.

He still remembered that one time they kidnapped him two years ago in an attempt to squeeze money out of him.

Godric took the bus to the edge of the city, where the worst of the worst lived.

He moved past the broken streets, his gaze locked onto a warehouse standing near the city walls.

Outside, two people stood at the entrance.

"Hey, isn’t that the kid that owes us money?" one of them asked. His eyes lit up as he pulled a knife.

The other one stepped forward, a wide grin on his face. "You came to pay us back—"

Before the thug could finish his sentence, Blackpearl whistled through the air.

The man had no chance to react as his head hit the ground with a loud thud.

The other thug lunged forward, but what could a mundane human do to an awakened one?

He dropped a second later, and without even wasting a second on the scum on the floor, Godric stepped inside the warehouse.

Immediately, two dozen men stormed the corridor before him, each holding a variety of weapons. Katanas, daggers, baseball bats, and even guns in their hands.

Godric’s gaze swept across them, and the moment the man in front holding a gun pulled the trigger, he dashed forward.

In a matter of seconds, all two dozen men lay scattered across the narrow corridor, lying in the pool of their own blood as Godric went through the door at the end.

If he wanted to deal with the debt collectors, he had to deal with more than just the thugs.

There was a figure one of them called the boss, and that was exactly who Godric was looking for.

In the next chamber, three familiar faces appeared before Godric.

"You! You damn rat, have you lost your mind?!" one hissed, terror betraying his aggression.

Godric didn’t reply. He hadn’t come to negotiate.

He dashed forward and sliced one of them in half, before turning toward the second and plunging the blade deep inside his chest.

The third staggered backwards then tried to run away, but before he could do so, Godric threw his blade and hit him in the back, causing him to fall face-first.

Taking a slow, deliberate step toward the injured man, Godric summoned the Blade of Judgement, and with one decisive swing, he brought it down.

The entire warehouse trembled under the weight of the attack.

A moment of heavy silence followed, mixed with a scent of metal and dust.

Then, just as Godric was about to go and look for whoever this boss was, a figure stepped out of the shadow of the chamber, clapping their hands as though applauding him.

"Woow! What an amazing show!" Shadows danced across the man’s face as he stepped into the light. "Unfortunately, I will have to kill you. They were my men after all."

A man with blonde hair and a wicked smile stood in front of him.

Beside him, a lizard-like beast stood, clearly a summon.

"You’re that Blackstar orphan, aren’t you? You really should have just paid your debts, kid. I heard you dragged yourself out of a Gate recently. That means you’re sitting on a nice stockpile of fragments, right?"

The man let out a theatrical sigh, his eyes crinkling with sadistic delight.

"What a waste. Now I’m going to have to kill you... and go pay your little sister a personal visit—"

He never finished the sentence.

Godric knew the man was baiting him, trying to provoke a careless mistake. But knowing it didn’t matter.

Because some lines, once crossed, left no room for patience.

Before he could bridge the gap, the lizard-like beast spat a barrage of fireballs at him.

Godric evaded the first three attacks.

They were fast, the man was at least a tier 3 or 4 summoner, and the beast looked to be at least an Elite grade too. Each fireball was at least the size of a football.

Suddenly, the beast staggered mid-assault, its chest wheezing as its mana essence hit a sudden bottleneck from the continuous attack.

A cooling period.

Godric didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, his blade whistling through the air to sever all four of the beast’s thick limbs in a single, brutal sweep.

The lizard-monster collapsed into a heap of screaming meat and black blood. The psychic backlash struck its summoner like a physical blow. The blonde man staggered backwards for a few steps before losing his footing and falling heavily onto his back.

"No! Wait!" The man scrambled away on his elbows, all his grand theatricality instantly evaporating. "Forget the debt! Take the vault! Take everything! All the credits, shards. Just take it!"

Godric took a slow, deliberate step forward, the tip of his weapon trailing along the stone floor.

As tempting as the man’s offer might’ve sounded, Godric was a man of morals.

He wasn’t about to steal from a man he was about to kill.

With his consciousness clear, the Blade of Judgement came down for the last, final time, finishing both the beast and its summoner in a single, terrifying blow.