Grant looked at the bloodthirsty sword in his hand. The soft sword was now even redder than when he had first taken it out, and the edges of the sword were thinner and sharper. He placed the bloodthirsty sword on the menu he had stolen from the kitchen and gently applied pressure. Without making a sound, the kitchen knife was sliced through like a piece of paper and fell to the ground with a clang. Compared to when he first obtained it, the sword was now several times sharper, able to cut through iron like mud.
"I didn't expect the bloodthirsty sword to have an evolutionary function when it comes into contact with human blood," Grant thought to himself as he noticed a small red crystal-like object beneath the soft sword. He was about to pick it up and examine it closely when he heard Daisy's voice in his ear.
"Grant, come out quickly."
Grant immediately put away the bloodthirsty sword and walked towards the door. "What's wrong?" he asked.
