Last Scion Of The Sun

Magical artifacts

Despite announcing the existence of the inventory, the announcer missed some points regarding it. The more mana one had, the more spacious the inventory got. Thus, while some people's inventory were barely capable of storing a book, some people's inventory were more than capable of storing a chariot.
Magical artifacts were divided into four tiers according to it's magical prowess; low-tier, middle-tier, high-tier and legendary.
There was also another tier of magical artifacts which was unknown to the present people. And that forgotten tier was mythical-tier artifact, which were the artifacts used by mythical figures such as God's and Godesses.
Ancient weapons crafted by legendary blacksmith and weilded by legendary figures were referred as the legendary artifacts. And presently only 7 of them were known.
Even low-tier artifacts costed a fortune, thus many commoners were completely unaware of the magical artifacts.
Owning a middle-tier artifact would easily grant one to rise to the status of nobility. Thus artifacts were extremely rare.
Equipping a magical artifact would greatly enhance one's potentials, but still the proficiency of the user and the talents of the user played a huge role to unlock the full potential of the artifact.
Just like how a stick is merely a firewood for commoners, the same stick could be used as a sword by the expert swordsman.
The potentialities of the artifact, solely depended on it's wielder.
But there was a huge drawback regarding the tiers of the artifacts. Only an expert appraiser could precisely appraise the rank of the artifact. After countless experimentations and evaluation, would he conclude the tier of the artifact.
And appraisers were extremely rare as well. To become an appraiser, one would require to dedicate almost half their lives to study about the components of the magical artifacts. Only aristocrats who were aware of the magical artifacts were allowed to study about magical artifacts.
Thus, there were many artifacts scattered in the world which many people mistook as a normal everyday item.
Due to the lack of knowledge of the magical artifacts, many people mistook the artifacts which they owned as their lucky weapon or family heirlooms.
The reason behind the lack of knowledge of the artifacts among the commoners was because of the governments strict policy. They strictly monitored the information regarding the artifacts. And soldiers were forbidden to mention about the artifacts.
Thus, due to the governments strict control over the information regarding artifacts, many people were deprived of the knowledge about the existence of the magical artifacts.
Government feared that if people were to know about the unappraised artifacts, they would use it to commit several crimes and even worst threaten their powers. Henceforth, the government deliberately hid the information regarding the magical artifacts.
"Silence! As I've mentioned just now. Those clothes that you're wearing is also a magical artifact and just like those, if you build up your achievements and collect more tickets, you can buy one for yourself as well."
The announcer wasn't finished with announcing.
"Now for the final person. Number 17, who was the first to arrive here today. You shall be granted 10 thousand tickets, your number shall be reduced from 17 to 7 and you'd be granted an artifact."
The announcer exclaimed.
Sol excitedly looked towards the announcer. Even more excitedly, he stared at the unopened box carried by one of the guards.
As the guard carrying the box got closer towards him, the more excited he got. Out of excitement, his heartbeat started to get faster.
'What kind of artifact would I get? I hope it be something useful.'
He pondered while staring at the box, drooling.
"Now I present to you, low-tier artifact 'swift boots'."
"What? A boot?"
Sol whispered in disappointment.
The announcer then grabbed a slip of paper from within the box which contained the 'swift boots'.
"This artifact can improve the stamina and speed of the wielder. It can also comfortably fit to the size of the weilders foot size."
"Different artifacts have different kinds of features and those were the features of the 'swift boots'."
The announcer concluded his announcement.
The look on Sol's face quickly escalated from disappointment to joy, as the announcer explained the features of the artifact that he was to be rewarded.
As Sol rolled his eyes towards the people beneath the stage, a chill ran down his spine. He could vividly feel their greedy vulture eyes staring at him.
Upon witnessing the greedy eyes which were fixated towards him, Sol hurriedly placed his tickets and artifact inside his inventory.
With that, the announcement ended and everybody started towards the canteen. But few peoples were stopped by the guards. The last three people were not allowed to leave the bell tower.
Nobody paid any attention towards the people which were held back as they made their way towards the canteen. Everybody feared their wellbeing and thus ignored the remaining three people.
As they made their way towards the canteen, the numbers on their clothes got updated, automatically. Everybody got new number, except the top three.
Fred and Alfred's number changed respectively as well. Fred's new number was 50 while Alfred's new number was 42.
"Woah! What's happening over there?"
Fred exclaimed as they reached near the canteen.
Crowds of people were gathered around in a circle. People were loudly cheering while raising their hands up in excitement.
The four of them hurried towards the gathering, to witness the reason behind  the gathering.
Two individuals covered in wounds and bloods, were brutally fighting with each other.
"Why are they fighting?"
Sol mumbled.
A person standing beside him gave him a nasty look.
"Go away kid! This is not a place where kids like you should be at."
The person scoffed.
Sol didn't recognise the groups of individuals gathered at the place. They were not from his batch. And most of them were really old.
'What a stingy old geezer. It's not like I asked him in the first place, so why does he have to respond? And it's not like he owns the place'
Infuriated by the old geezer's rude behaviour, he cursed the old man inside his head.
Fred quickly stepped between them as Sol was about to engage in a fight with him.
"Yeah we should go. We're sorry for bothering you."
Fred apologized to the rude old man and pulled Sol's arm, exiting the scene.
But before Sol left, he set a spark of fire in the old man's head.
As they left the scene, the old man felt hot in his head. Soon he discovered smoke coming out from his head.
"Argh... Fire! Somebody give me water. Set out the fire."
The old man began to jump and pat his head while pleading for help.
"Serves you right old man"
Listening to the desperate screams of the old man, Sol chuckled as he left the scene.
After that incident, they entered the canteen. Chatters of people were louder than ever inside the canteen. Everybody were queued up in a straight line while holding plates and spoons.
But the people queued up infront were another batch of slaves. And they had to wait for the turn of their batch to eat.
"That looks delicious."
Sol exclaimed while drooling over the food served to the slaves.
"Huh? Are you out of your mind?"
Lance furrowed his brows.
"No I'm not. It's my first time seeing so many varieties of food."
Sol replied.
"Oh yeah, you did mention that you used to live in slum. No wonder it's your first time witnessing so many varieties of food."
"Guy's! Seems like it's our turn."
While pointing towards the notice board, Alfred exclaimed.
Listening to him they quickly ended their chatter and hurried over the queue.
"Everybody queue up according to your numbers."
The guard who was serving the food announced.
"Guess we'll join you later"
Fred and Alfred walked away and stood on their respective positions.
The guard then began to serve them the food. The food consisted of plain rice, potato curry, some pieces of chicken meat and finally vegetable salad.
Sol couldn't stop drooling upon seeing the plate full of foods in his hand.
Even their seats were arranged according to their numbers. Sol and Lance being close to each other seated next to each other. While Fred and Alfred sat far from them.
Whilst savoring each bite of the food, Sol ate the whole plate without leaving a single spec of grain on the plate.
"Can we get refill?"
Sol questioned.
The guard seemed irritated by his questions.
"Only today you can have refill. From tomorrow onwards you'd only get to eat by exchanging your tickets."
The guard replied with an annoyed tone.
Sol happily went for another refill while ignoring the guard.
"Ugh! How can you eat this food with no flavour at all?"
Lance exclaimed his annoyance regarding the food.
"Why not? It's so tasty?"
Sol replied with his mouth full of food.
He couldn't stop eating. He kept stuffing food in his mouth. Even when replying, his mouth was stuffed with food.
Lance bewilderingly watched over him as he kept eating. He wondered if he had been hungry since his whole life.
Unlike other nobility, Lance was trained as a soldier, thus he was well accustomed to eating bland foods.
His father from his early days had taught him to be humble and respect the food. Thus, even though he didn't like the food, he ate it to survive.