Chapter 46: The Scarlet Dagger

Allen felt like he had been thrown into the middle of a vortex, and he felt a strong sense of vertigo like he had never felt before.

Suddenly, Allan saw a monster appear in front of him. It was a beast over three meters in size, covered in white hair, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and wings on its back.

"What the hell? Where did the monster come from? Is this still Earth?" Allen was shocked.

Suddenly, Allen realized that the monster in front of him was just a reflection of the pool of water, so he had 'become' the monster.

"What the hell is going on here? I thought I could only possess items?" Allen felt worried in the face of this situation that had never happened before.

Suddenly, Allen heard a loud wolf howl, and his vision moved quickly until he stopped after seeing a giant werewolf.

"Wait ...... werewolves ...... vampires? Is this still Earth?" Allen couldn't believe that legendary creatures had appeared on Earth, but when he thought about the fact that this world even had superpowers, having vampires and werewolves wasn't that hard to accept.

From Allen's perspective, the werewolf and vampire began brawling with each other.

The battle between these two guys was intense, with a dozen or so waist-thick trees broken off around them and huge rocks shattered due to their fight.

Suddenly, the werewolf grabbed the vampire's foot and swung it hard.

Like in the Avengers, Hulk was against Loki, and Allen was getting smashed.

That is until Allen makes close contact with a boulder, lies down on the ground, and watches the battle between the werewolf and the vampire from a third party's point of view.

Allen looked at the vampire's bleeding mouth, and it dawned on him that he wasn't possessing the vampire. He was possessing the vampire's teeth.

Figuring that out, Allen was silent for a long time before sputtering.

"This guy must not have brushed his teeth!" Allen spat, witnessing the departure of the vampire and the werewolf.

Allen lay on the ground for a long time without seeing an animal.

Just as Allen felt his soul going numb, he finally saw someone.

A burly man in very old-fashioned clothes picked up the vampire's teeth, which he carefully mounted as if he had found some treasure.

By the time Allen's sight returned, he was in an iron smithing furnace, and next to the stove was a very fine-looking longsword, except that the sword was surprisingly stuck in the stone without a sheath.

The artisan who picked up Allen ground the teeth into powder and added them to the furnace.

This time, Allen turned into a double-edged dagger.

The artisan gave the dagger to a warrior, and whenever the warrior used the dagger to kill someone, Allen always felt something burrowing into him.

Then, the warrior suddenly died, and the dagger got a new owner. However, several owners died of madness, and the dagger became a cursed weapon and was taken to the grave by the last owner.

Allen was buried underground for a long time and didn't see sunlight and earth again until he encountered grave robbers.

A grave robber sold the dagger to a mariner. Eventually, after wandering the world, Mrs. Carol brought the dagger to the United States and delivered it to Allen.

This time, Allen went back in time for a very long time.

When Allen awoke, he saw Lancelot looking at him worriedly.

"My God, you're finally awake. You've been fuming for an hour, and I was ready to call you an ambulance." Lancelot sighed in relief.

Allen smiled; he felt that his eyes were very comfortable now; not only had the abilities within him become more robust, but even his vision was much more precise.

For example, Allen saw a one-millimeter crack in the floor tile in the corner of Lancelot's office.

"Curator Lancelot, I love this gift. Please tell Mrs. Carol I will visit her tomorrow," Allen said solemnly to Lancelot.

Allen did this to thank Mrs. Carol and see if she had more exotic artifacts there.

Allen left the museum after he said the appointed time.

Allen immediately took out sandpaper at home and sanded up the dagger’s rust.

The rust on the dagger was quickly polished off, and the blade was a dark gray, suitable for hiding in the dark.

Allen tried to cut the table with his dagger.

The blade sliced into the corner of the table, slicing it off as effortlessly as if it were tofu.

Allen looked at the corner of the table on the floor and squealed excitedly. "That's the best dagger I've ever seen!"

Allen called Maren and gave him the dimensions of the dagger to help build a sheath.

When Allen had finished, he suddenly got a call from Scott.

"Allen, we'll take you on your first mission today, so come here!" Scott said in a severe tone.