Na: Adam Black
Level: 7
Race: Human
Talent: Gatekeeper
Talent Tier: SSS-Tier
[Stats]
Strength: 10
Speed: 7
Vitality: 14
Intelligence: 7
Health Points: 150/150
Energy Points: 20/20
Experience Points: 2550/8600
Corruption: 0.5%
Universal Fragnts: 15
Dark Fragnts: 0
Blood Fragnts: 0
Limitless Fragnts: 0
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[Skills]
Na: Door
Status: Upgradeable
Tier: C
Cost: 1 EP
Proficiency: 30%
Technique: Doorpost
Na: Blood Pact
Status: Upgradeable
Tier: A
Cost: 10 HP
Proficiency: 0%
Na: Might of Man
Status: Upgradeable
Tier: C
Cost: Nil
Proficiency: 100%
Na: Berserk Mode
Status: Fixed
Tier: C
Cost: Nil
Proficiency: 100%
Na: Blood Ignition
Status: Upgradeable
Tier: B
Cost: 10% HP
Proficiency: 0%
Na: Crimson Threads
Status: Upgradeable
Tier: B
Cost: 1 HP per thread
Proficiency: 0%
Na: Angel
Status: Upgradeable
Tier: B
Cost: 3 EP
Proficiency: 0%
Na: On Pulse
Status: Fixed
Tier: B
Cost: 5 EP
Proficiency: 0%
Na: Corrupted Growth
Status: Fixed
Tier: A
Cost: 10 EP
Proficiency: 0%
[Territory:] Nil
As soon as I leveled up, I didn’t hesitate to put all three stat points into my strength stat, pushing it back to the ten-point threshold.
Anyone could easily argue I should’ve put the points into my speed stat instead, but nothing pisses off more than getting pushed around.
The image of that midget grabbing my shirt was still fresh in my mind.
Having soone less skilled than treat that way was really embarrassing.
Maybe that’s why I valued strength over speed.
I don’t like getting pushed around—and I’m not the type to run either.
With that done, my gaze lowered to the second most important thing I received from this side quest:
Valefor Talent List!
However, to my surprise, only one item was available—and it wasn’t cheap either.
[Magic Acun] — Passive
Grade: SS
Cost: 15 Universal Fragnts
Description: Grants the user the ability to learn magic.
I blinked repeatedly, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on .
Just that?
But then I rembered the spell used by the robed n. While it clearly took a toll on them and left them defenseless, its destructive power was unmatched.
One spell killed thousands.
"Purchase!"
[-15 Universal Fragnts]
Ding!
[Magic Acun Purchased Successfully!]
Clank!
My eyes rose above the system ssages as I heard the sound of steel brushing against steel, approaching.
Looking over my shoulder, there were about three soldiers helping the pale-robed n forward.
These robed n had hoods draped over their faces, but from the color of their pale skin, it was clear they’d been drained dry by that spell.
Slowly, I turned to see about a dozen n behind them, shaking in their boots but still holding onto their weapons.
At first, I was going to lash out and ask if this was how they repaid my kindness—but the hole in my chest rendered the emotion aningless, making hesitate to act.
Reassessing the situation, I realized they were all scared.
Then I looked down at the puddle of blood beneath .
Dark fus constantly poured out of my body, while the black cracks that had started around my eyelids had stretched across my face—threatening to spread down my neck if allowed to fester any longer.
’Strange. My powers were never like this before. If this is the price I have to pay for less than one percent corruption, what would happen if my soul is completely corrupted?’ I couldn’t help but wonder.
"Great Traveler..." an elderly voice stole my attention, and I looked up.
It was the man who cast the spell—the one the flag bearers helped before he could fall off his horse.
I tilted my head to the left while peering deep into the hood that hid his face.
Upon noticing it, the man and the other robed figures pulled down their hoods, revealing their faces.
The one at the forefront was an elderly man with gray hair and thick gray beards.
He reminded of the archmages I’d see in cartoons and movies—the kind that lived in seclusion inside a tower.
Behind him were two more:
One was a girl with unique purple hair that seed natural, since her eyebrows and eyes had the sa color. In that oversized robe, there wasn’t much I could tell about her except her pointy nose and the curious gleam in her eyes as she looked at .
The other was a brown-haired man, tall and heavy like a warrior, but he had a timid nature. He didn’t dare et my gaze, unlike his curious counterpart.
Whoosh!
The dark fus escaping my body vanished as I deactivated Berserk Mode, and the black cracks across my face began to recede—though slowly.
Ding!
[Information Acquired]
[Na:] Luthor Landor
[Race:] Human
[Post:] Field Arcanist
[Stats:]
Strength: 2
Speed: 1
Vitality: 2
Intelligence: 5
HP: 2/5
MP: 0/7
Status: Casting a spell beyond his capabilities. At the cost of his health, his vitality and health decrease by one point each ti. Once his vitality hits zero, he will die.
My eyes narrowed at the last part. I looked through his stats again, only to notice he had just 2 vitality left.
Does this an the spell they cast earlier was far stronger than what his body could handle—even with the help of these two—so he used his life force to supplent what he lacked?
"Great Traveler..." Luthor called again, but I raised my hand to cut him off.
"Luthor..." I said his na, and the man shivered, his eyes widening with genuine shock.
But it wasn’t just him—everyone here was shaken by my words.
’How can a traveler like know his na?’ I imagined their thoughts.
"If you overexert your soul two more tis like this, you will die," I scolded the old man.
"You’re permanently damaging your life force with these reckless actions."
Buzz!
Everyone was shocked and looked at Luthor, but the man in question didn’t seem surprised by this revelation.
Instead, a bitter smile played on his lips, while a look of resolve remained in his eyes.
’He knows...’ My eyes narrowed at the realization.
"I appreciate your concern, Great Traveler. But what you deem reckless actions are a necessity—for and my n.
If I do not do this, I will die either way," he said and lowered himself in a bow.
"This old man thanks you for your help and concern."
Slowly, everyone began bowing their heads, just like the Field Arcanist.
Suddenly, I was interested in this man’s story.
No—not just his story.
I had beco curious about the Solinthar Empire.
"If you wish to thank , then why don’t you share your burden with ?" I asked with a friendly smile.
Many heads snapped up, eting my gaze, clearly shocked by my words.
"This traveler might be able to lend you a hand—if you’re willing to share your burden," I added.
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