Beyond the rack of firearms y the dispy of cold ons, primarily es, rapiers, and daggers. Of these, es were the most abundant because they doubled as everyday tools, making them the only on one could carry openly without raising suspi.

  The Imperial Army issued five standard types of es. The battlefield e, made of solid metal, was incredibly heavy and capable of shattering a skull with a single swing. It cealed a bayo inside, intended for close bat.

  The red pearwood baton, used for w enfort, was known for its hardness and affordability. Its natural reddish hue darkened over time, being even more striking after prolonged use. During enfort operations, dozens of red pearwood batons whirling through the air created a vivid spectacle.

  Aype, the short wooden e, was not meant for bat but cealed a dagger is head. Officially known as the "ve military e," it was only called the "short e sword."

  This particur model was highly favored by soldiers and widely avaible in civilian markets, often being standard equipment fangs in many regions. In street brawls between underground gangs, short e swords were ubiquitous.

  The other two types of military es, simpler in design, were reserved fineers and logistics personnel and weren’t in stock here.

  Apart from es, daggers and rapiers were also on ons. The Imperial rapier resembled Earth’s swift rapiers but had a thicker, broader bde. Heavier and less or emphasized footwork, speed, and added sshing teiques to its repertoire. Its style of swordsmanship ure killing art.

  From the public academies onward, feng csses taught the fuals of rapier teiques.

  Charlot Meburg was no feng expert—at most, he rofit in the basics. He could perform the fual moves petently but wasn’t particurly effective in actual bat. His marksmanship, however, was det—while not a sharpshooter, he could snuff out a dle from twenty paces away.

  Without lingering over these standard ons, Charlot ehe innermost chamber.

  The gruff soldier’s voice sounded behind him: “If you pie on, out of respect for the warden, no additional ditions will apply. If you pick two, you’ll o sell one back, but you only keep half the proceeds.”

  “If you pick three, you may keep two.”

  “Three is the limit.”

  Charlot smiled faintly without turning around. “Three.”

  Why had Mrs. Pascal personally escorted him here, only to leave before he chose his ons? The implications were intriguing.

  This was an unwritten rule.

  The unwritten rule of Kilmainham Prison.

  Charlot had no iion of resisting these unwritten rules.

  Having transmigrated to this world, he preferred to go with the flow and had no desire to ge it.

  The gruff soldier murmured approvingly, “Not bad for a newer,” and walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance.

  Charlot stood still for a moment before carefully examining the small ste room filled with fiscated ons.

  The walls were lined with wooden raediocre quality, sparsely stocked with only thirty or forty items.

  Among these st s, almost none were firearms. Most bore the marks of age and disuse.

  Charlot’s attention was quickly drawn to a small hand axe.

  “A vampire on!”

  He picked up the hand axe in astonishment. Never had he expected to enter such a on here.

  The hand axe was only half an arm’s length, shorter than the short e sword. Its entire surface was dark red—the natural hue of bloodsteel, a material uo vampires. The craftsmanship was exquisite, with intricate patterns ad the axe bde and handle.

  Charlot, who had studied extensively in Sheffield Uy, immediately reized the insignia of the Van Gogh graved on it.

  Vampire ons were almost exclusively fed by vampires. It was said that creating such cursed tools required the blood core of a vampire least of baron rank. Even among vampires, these ons were rare, typically heirlooms of aristocratic vampire families. Hundreds of ordinary vampires might not possess a single piece.

  These ons could drain the lifeblood of their enemies, providing their wielders with an unending source of strength—a signifit advantage in battle.

  Among humans, vampire ons were even rarer.

  Being tied to vampire physiology, only vampires could activate the blood-draining ability of these ons. For other species, wielding such a on not only failed ter its abilities but also risked having the on drain their own vitality.

  In the Ingrima Empire, vampire ons were infamous as cursed arms that betrayed their owners. Apart from a few collectors, hardly anyone cared to own them.

  Charlot gripped the delicate hand axe tightly and inhaled deeply. A faint sting spread across his palm.

  Charlot Meburg was, after all, araordinary—a person with limited supernatural abilities.

  The peculiar power he wielded was called Blood Glory.

  During his time at Sheffield Uy, Charlot had taken a course in this a and obscure supernatural teique.

  As Blood Glory surged within him, the hand axe emitted an eerie red glow.

  Siurning from es, Charlot’s Blood Glory had steadily grown stronger by the day. What once was a barely perceptible trace had bee a tangible force.

  In public academies, students learned mundane bat teiques. At national institutes, they were taught knightly breathing teiques, how to dense a power seed, and awaken bat energy. Uies offered an even deeper curriculum, exposing students to supernatural knowledge and the path to pursuing the truth.

  Despite this, only one or two out of a hundred uy students ever truly mastered supernatural abilities. Still, such opportunities were seen as a divine blessing.

  Blood Glory was a human innovation inspired by vampires. It was the only known teique other than vampiric powers capable of activating vampire ons.

  Designed explicitly to hunt vampires, Blood Glory was a bat skill that vampires universally detested.

  Charlot Meburg’s inal decision to study it was not due to a vea against vampires but for a simple reason: Blood Glory was one of the few supernatural teiques that could enhance charisma and slightly extend one’s lifespan.

  A very Charlot-like choice.

  Having failed repeatedly to unlock supernatural abilities during his four years at uy, Charlot had resorted to the dangerous ritual of summoning a dark god.

  He succeeded, pleting the Awakening Ritual and officially being araordinary.

  Yet, he failed, as the dark god took his soul.

  And so, Huang Haisheng transmigrated and ied everything!

  Charlot examihe hand axe for a long time before decisively seleg it as his first choice.

  He had never dreamed of aff a supernatural on, much less ohat resonated with his Blood Glory. Even with suffit funds, acquiring such a on was more improbable than winning the lottery. As a neointed First-css Civil Servant, he had little moo spare. Given this ued opportunity, how could he let it slip?

  After seg the vampire hand axe, Charlot browsed the room and chose two more items.

  One was a rare cold on—a multi-headed fil.

  The other was an old ented rapier.

  After making his seles, Charlot left the armory with a sense of purpose.

  He hahe ented rapier to the gruff soldier, ted it and logged the other two items. With that, the soldier had no further s.