The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ‘Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade.

What was happening?

Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head.

“The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.”

‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.

He took out his phone and dialed Megan. Megan was a Senior Sister in the Emei sect. She had to know more than him.

The moment the phone call got through, Darryl asked, “Officer Castello, do weapons have different levels?”

They had not contacted each other in many days, yet this was the first question he asked?

Megan nodded. “Yes, they do,” she replied. “Did you acquire one recently?”

“A sword,” Darryl laughed. “It was recent. It felt odd, so I called you up for your advice. How are the levels