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TGGG — Chapter 76: Upgrading Equipment with Plausibility
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 04:12:24 +0000 UTC“This spear’s not too shabby!” I exclaimed with glee.
Sure, it had cost me fifty plausibility, but not only had it upgraded the spear to rare grade, it also fully repaired it, making it as good as new. The upgraded weapon could definitely hold its own in prolonged combat during future scenarios.
I wonder, could it be upgraded further? I tried using Grant Plausibility on the spear again.
Further enhancement through Grant Plausibility is not possible at the moment.
Alas…
Still, that got me thinking: could my other old equipment be upgraded too? If I could enhance the spear this way, then surely something even older—like my cursed coat, which I’d been wearing for quite some time—might respond as well.
I took off the cursed coat I’d worn for over a week and inspected it through the System.
Shrouding Coat (Cursed)
Grade: Uncommon
Type: Enchanted Coat
A lightweight black coat woven from an unknown material that absorbs light, giving it a faintly shifting, shadowy appearance. While it offers decent protection and boosts speed, the curse it bears makes its benefits double-edged.
· Durability: 12/30
· Grants +3 Dexterity
· Cursed the wearer with [Unstable Presence]
While wearing this coat, your presence becomes harder to track. However, your own perception and awareness are dulled over time. The longer you wear it, the greater the disorientation, which can lead to occasional moments of confusion during critical actions.
It was honestly a wonder how it hadn’t been destroyed by now, especially since I’d never once repaired it.
Without further ado, I used Grant Plausibility on the coat.
An equipment with deep potential has been detected.
Would you like to proceed with Grant Plausibility?
[Yes/No]
Deep potential? I raised an eyebrow but tapped [Yes] without hesitation.
You have used Grant Plausibility.
You have permanently enhanced the grade of Shrouding Coat.
Shrouding Coat has evolved into Shrouding Coat of Living Night.
A total of 225 Plausibility has been consumed.
Shrouding Coat of Living Night (Cursed)
Grade: Unique
Type: Enchanted Coat
A high-grade shadow-weave garment reborn through plausibility. This coat is now bound to the user’s will, cloaking them in a living veil of darkness. It refines the stealth of its predecessor and tempers its curse further, granting near-invisibility at the cost of tethering the wearer to the void.
· Durability: 110/110
· Grants +8 Dexterity and +5 Magic Power
· Applies [Veil of Dusk] to the wearer
While worn, the user’s presence becomes extremely difficult to detect by conventional or magical means. In dim environments, movement speed is increased by 15%, and footsteps generate no sound. Additionally, grants a low-level blur effect during combat that slightly reduces the chance of being hit.
· Cursed the wearer with [Echo of the Void]
Prolonged use of this coat gradually drags you closer into the void. Over time, this can lead to minor hallucinations, difficulty perceiving bright light, and a growing sense of detachment from physical reality. The effect worsens if worn continuously for extended periods without rest.
“Well, of course it’s a cursed coat for a reason…” I muttered.
I could remove the curse, but that would cost a significant amount of plausibility—and honestly, the drawback wasn’t that severe. Though perhaps it might be wiser to avoid wearing the coat constantly and limit its use to combat situations.
The Mental Tolerance skill would help mitigate the curse’s effects, but it wouldn’t be enough in the long run. I’d need a skill like Calm Mind or something similar to fully suppress the mental strain. That kind of skill would also come in handy when using Berserk or other mind-affecting abilities.
It looked like my plausibility had dropped to 490 after upgrading both the spear and the coat. At this point, it would be smarter to conserve the rest for later.
Deciding to end the experimentation for now, I stored the coat back into my inventory and lay down to sleep.
As a tribute to the Goddess of Imagination, Istellia, 100 Soul Coins have been deducted from your balance.
***
The morning sunlight spilled through the window as I stretched and got up, feeling slightly more rested, though the weight of the upcoming Battle of Divine Will still lingered in the back of my mind. I truly needed to get prepared for it thoroughly.
After a quick breakfast, Michelle, Boris, and I agreed to split up for the first half of the day to take care of individual errands before regrouping at the main plaza to head toward District D. They went off to procure supplies and browse a few merchant stalls. Michelle, in particular, needed to restock her supply of specialized arrows.
Meanwhile, I had a different objective in mind.
With a decent pile of more than ten thousand soul coins now in my possession, it was the perfect opportunity to invest in something I’d been meaning to acquire for a while—proper alchemical tools.
Up until now, I’d been concocting the Elixir of Harmonic Balance using simple alchemy methods and makeshift tools I’d “borrowed” from the first inn. Although I wasn’t planning to waste time brewing other types of elixirs, I wanted to streamline the process for this one in particular. We were going to rely on it more heavily moving forward, and cutting down on preparation time would be crucial. Furthermore, more advanced elixirs in the same category would eventually require proper equipment anyway.
Fortunately, District E had several alchemy shops, and since I wasn’t looking for anything top-tier, I didn’t have to go to District D. I wandered through the streets, taking in the peaceful scene around me as divine warriors and ordinary pedestrians were moving about, chatting, bartering, and living out their own routines. With the oppressive presence of Graham now gone, I could finally breathe a little easier, despite knowing that a far greater battle loomed on the horizon.
Before long, I found the store I was looking for, “Merrin’s Alchemical Essentials.” It looked unassuming from the outside, just a slate-gray storefront with ivy creeping over the sign. But the polished windows and neatly arranged displays inside told me the place was well-maintained.
The bell chimed softly as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Shelves lined the walls, filled with neatly labeled vials, sealed herbs, small glowing stones, polished alchemical instruments, and components floating in translucent fluids. The sharp scent of alchemical reagents struck me at once—bitter, metallic, and tinged with something sharp and acrid. I winced slightly as it hit the back of my throat.
At least it smelled like the real deal.
“Welcome,” a gruff voice called out from behind the counter. An older man with half-moon spectacles and a silver goatee emerged from a back room, wiping his hands on a cloth. “Looking for components or potions?”
“I’m looking for tools, specifically for brewing balance-type elixirs,” I replied. “Something compact but durable.”
He nodded thoughtfully and motioned for me to follow him deeper into the shop. “You’re in luck. Got a few travel-grade kits in stock. Not cheap, mind you, but they won’t blow up on you either.”
Perfect. That was exactly what I needed.
He led me to a glass display case containing several neatly arranged kits. One was crafted from reinforced glass with silver-etched brass fittings; the other was more compact, featuring foldable rune plates designed for field use.
As I examined them, I couldn’t help but think that I finally would be able to use proper tools instead of makeshift setups cobbled together from borrowed parts. This should make brewing the Elixir of Harmonic Balance a lot less of a hassle.
I didn’t need anything extravagant, so I chose the reinforced glass and silver-etched brass set. After all, I wasn’t a true alchemist. As long as it was practical and reliable, it would be enough for me.
“How much for these?” I asked.
“One thousand soul coins.”
It wasn’t a massive sum, but it was definitely more than I’d expected.
“I don’t mean to pry,” the shopkeeper added, eyeing me over his spectacles, “but you don’t look like someone with an alchemy-related class…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said smoothly, keeping my expression neutral. “I do alchemy as a hobby.” It was obviously a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I see,” he said with a shrug, not pressing further.
While I was there, I asked about healing potions as well. Fortunately, the prices were in line with what I’d seen in other stores. I picked up ten low-quality healing potions and added five mid-quality ones to my purchase, each one costing ten and one hundred soul coins, respectively. As for the top-quality healing potions, they were priced at one thousand soul coins each. I decided to pass on them for now, as I deemed them unnecessary at the moment. Completing scenarios would heal any injuries.
Even the mid-grade potions were capable of treating serious injuries, while the high-end ones could do things like regrow lost body parts. Of course, there were limits. They couldn’t regenerate something as large as a full arm or leg, but a severed hand or foot was within their range.
Before completing the purchase, I decided to haggle with the shopkeeper. After all, I was buying quite a bit in one go.
You have used Negotiation.
To his credit, he didn’t resist too much. After a few minutes of back-and-forth, I managed to bring the total down to 1,300 soul coins.
Soul Coins: 10,150 → 8,850
With everything tucked safely into my inventory, I stepped back out onto the street. The morning sun had risen higher, casting a warm, golden hue across the cobbled roads of District E. It was still early, and I had plenty of time before I needed to meet up with Michelle and Boris again.
Since I was already in District E, there was one more place I wanted to check out—the skill bookstore I frequented whenever I needed skill books and had soul coins to burn. Now that I thought about it, with my recent advancement to Gimmel rank, I should be able to expand the number of legendary figures I could possess. Might as well take care of that while I was here.
With that in mind, I turned down a familiar side street and soon arrived at the old bookstore. The worn wooden sign hanging above the door swayed gently in the breeze. As I stepped inside, the soft chime of the overhead bell rang out, followed by the familiar, comforting scent of aged parchment and ink.
“Welcome, customer,” came the familiar voice of the bespectacled young woman behind the counter. “Here to purchase another skill book, I presume?”
