HBWnovel Chapter 293 She Couldn't Detect It?
Chapter 293 She Couldn't Detect It?
In the living room, Rita placed a barrel of [Complex Seawater] on the floor and began rummaging through her inventory for items of little value.
By the end, the floor was covered with an assortment of scraps and junk.
Discarded equipment, damaged dragon scales, spent magazines, a [Whistle], a [Compass], a [Never-Ending Coffee Cup], and even her [Fate Coin] and [Soul Catcher] were among the pile.
She realized that she rarely relied on fate. She preferred to make her own decisions, thinking things through before taking action. Despite owning the [Fate Coin] for so long, she had only used it once—and that was just to test its effects.
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Rita seldom faced decisions she couldn't make on her own. Beneath her seemingly cautious demeanor lay an unshakable confidence. Once she decided on a course of action, she seldom changed her mind.
If she deemed something too dangerous with insufficient reward, she wouldn't pursue it, no matter how promising the odds. Conversely, if she was determined to act, the potential for success or failure wouldn't bother her much.
The [Fate Coin] merely reflected the choice her subconscious was already leaning toward.@@@@
However, crises often struck when least expected. It wasn't feasible to flip a coin before every action—how lame would that be?
"Too situational," she thought, deciding to melt it down during the [Renovate] process.
As for the [Soul Catcher], she wanted to test if her skill could uncover any hidden issues.
After laying out all the optional items, Rita even added a box of dragon dung. Then, with a single thought, she activated [Renovate].
A glowing aura enveloped every item in the room. The hues varied by item—some shone with a single color, while others displayed multiple harmonious shades.
It felt like stepping into an old-fashioned bar, complete with a spinning disco ball overhead.
A quick glance confirmed her suspicion: items of similar colors had the highest compatibility. However, balance seemed to allow even dissimilar attributes to combine effectively.
Rita picked up a leather armor with two distinct colors. She found she could easily disassemble it into separate components.
Setting the armor aside, she turned her attention to the object radiating the same soft blue glow as the seawater—the magazine?
Without hesitation, she grabbed the magazine and tossed it into the water tower. Then, she took out 200 more magazines of the same type, all with the same faint blue glow, and threw them in as well. These magazines were mass-produced with her intermediate engineering skill and had little value.
(You are the sole owner of this Curio. Once every 30 natural days, you can skip the game's process and directly receive a reward.)
Point your pinky at an enemy to deliver a soul shock. This damage cannot be healed by any means except time.
A Perfect Curio!
As its sole owner, she could now bypass the game entirely—likely due to her own blood mixing with the item during renovation.
More importantly, it provided her with a much-needed means of attacking souls. She wasn't sure how potent the damage would be, but it seemed like the type of skill that could send enemies into a berserk frenzy.
Satisfied, she stowed the [Soul Catcher] in her inventory. It was finally clean, in every sense of the word.
[Renovate] had proven to be a comprehensive detection skill, capable of uncovering things even her pocket watch couldn't detect.
But why had the soul fragment evaded even Chávez's probing? Rita could only guess: perhaps the bone hand had been an extension of Miyaas himself. A soul nestled in its own remains might create a seamless harmony, eluding detection.
It was akin to how she couldn't detect a player's soul through conventional means.
Rita dismantled the water tower and retrieved the altered magazines.
[Bullets – No Honor Among Thieves]:
Altered by unknown forces, these bullets drain 3–5 HP from their target per hit and transfer it to the shooter.
Out of 201 magazines, 139 had mutated, while the rest were rendered useless.
"Only 3–5 HP? And a magazine only holds seven bullets... isn't that a bit underwhelming?"
She caught herself, realizing her greed. She stowed the magazines away, saving her scrutiny for the last item—the coffee cup.
[Sea Salt Coffee]:
Tasty. No special effects. Produces 500ml of coffee daily.
Another dud. Renovation wasn't always a guaranteed success.