"The potential of the magic mark has been stimulated, but my sense of smell doesn't seem to improve." Dean's eyes flashed slightly. When he was a primary hunter, his magic mark had three abilities. The first was super sense of smell, the second was dark vision, and the third was the ability to digest cold crystals! Compared to the ghoul magic mark, there was one more ability. Perhaps this was the advantage of the rare magic mark.
"I don't know if I got a new ability or if the previous ability was strengthened." Dean was nervous and looking forward to it. If it was a new ability, he needed to verify it one by one to know what it was. Just like the resistance to the undead virus in the ghoul magic mark. If he hadn't been bitten by an undead, he naturally wouldn't know that he had this ability.
He immediately sank his heart and captured the smell around him. Soon he determined that his sense of smell had not been strengthened. Although there was some improvement compared to the previous one, but the extent should be caused by the physical enhancement.
It must be known that the effect of the ability enhancement was usually doubled.
Excluding the sense of smell, the verification of the dark vision was even simpler. He just looked at the dark corner and felt that his vision was no different from before. It could be seen that both of them had not been strengthened.
"The only thing left is to digest the cold crystals." Dean immediately took out the cold crystals that he had hunted in the past two days. Including the cold crystals from the horned sickle zombie, there were a total of twenty-five cold crystals. All of them were stored in a small metal box.
The metal box seemed to be frozen. Twenty-three cold crystals were absorbing the heat inside. When the box was opened, a thin white cold air floated out.
Dean's eyes swept the box and picked out a small cold crystal. It came from the skull of a juvenile sickle zombie. He glanced at his left hand which was wrapped in white bandages. He hesitated. He didn't know if his left hand could absorb the cold crystal.
After hesitating again and again, he chose his right hand. Last time, his left hand was covered with cold crystals because of excessive absorption. This time, there should be no problem if he only absorbed one.
He bit his finger and blood flowed out. Then he pressed his finger on the cold crystal.
Soon, the cold crystal exuded an amazing cold air. It almost froze his palm. The hard cold crystal quickly softened under his finger. Like mucus, it flowed into the wound and quickly disappeared.
Dean only felt a cold liquid quickly crawling along the blood vessels in his arm over his shoulder, flowing back to his heart along the winding route. At that moment, his heart was so cold that it throbbed fiercely, and his whole body could not help but shiver.
The next moment, the cold feeling started from his heart, flowed along several arteries to the forked blood vessels, and spread all over his body. The cold feeling filled his body, and his body temperature dropped rapidly. When the cold reached the limit of endurance, a boiling heat suddenly gushed out from all parts of his body. In this extreme cold, Dean's senses couldn't distinguish whether it was cold or hot.
But very quickly, he felt a boiling heat spread throughout his body like a volcano eruption. The extreme alternating of hot and cold made him feel as if his blood was boiling and bursting, filled with exuberant strength, as if there were countless muscles twisting and growing in his arms!
"What a strong effect …" Dean was shocked. This was the first time he absorbed the cold crystal of a mutated sickle zombie. He didn't expect the effect to be so significant. Not only his tired energy was restored, but his body was full of power!
In the past, he had absorbed more than ten ordinary walking corpses' cold crystals, but the effect wasn't as strong as it was now.
After a while, the feeling of blood boiling gradually calmed down.
Dean was not satisfied. Looking at the remaining cold crystals, he wanted to grab another one to absorb. But thinking of the fate of his left hand, he held back. If his right hand also lost consciousness, it would be extremely inconvenient to do things in the future. This was the case in the battle with the ghoul. Although he could burst out more power than the limit of his limbs, it would also hurt his body at the same time.
Moreover, without consciousness, it would be extremely difficult to control the subtle power.
"I hope my left hand can recover …" Dean prayed in his heart.
After a moment, his thoughts returned to his body. Because it was the first time he absorbed the cold crystal of a mutated sickle zombie, it was difficult for him to distinguish whether his absorption ability was strengthened or not. If it was an ordinary cold crystal, he could distinguish it. Because he was not sure whether the previous strong effect was caused by the absorption ability or the difference of the cold crystal itself.
"After tomorrow morning, I will return to the giant wall and wait for the arm injury to recover. Anyway, now the passage to the giant wall has been rented. I think I can come out at any time. I don't need to wait for the consortium's allocation like in the past." Dean made up his mind, leaned against the wall to rest, closed his eyes lightly, and entered into a light sleep.
The night was getting darker.
There was no movement throughout the night.
At 11 or 12 o 'clock in the evening, Dean smelled two or three odors close to three or four miles away, but it seemed that they were just passing by and left along the track.
The next day, the sky was bright.
Dean woke up. The pile of firewood had long been extinguished, but the charcoal was still warm. He took out the dry food and water, ready to fill his stomach. When he reached out to grab the metal kettle, he was suddenly startled. He saw that his fingernails had become a little sharp!
He remembered that before he came outside the giant wall, he had cut his fingernails. Yesterday before he went to sleep, his fingers were still fine. When he woke up, his nails had become longer? Moreover, his nails were oval, but now they were sharp, a bit like the claws of a beast.
He suddenly thought of his magic marks. Did it mean that his three abilities were not strengthened, but stimulated a new ability?
But, this new ability was the rapid growth of the nails?
The joy in his heart suddenly turned into distress. There were many magic marks that were judged to be ordinary. When they evolved to the second or third stage, they would often have extremely powerful abilities. Thus, ordinary magic marks were judged to be rare magic marks. Similarly, some rare magic marks could also have extremely poor abilities when they evolved in the later stages. Thus, they were reduced to ordinary magic marks.
Just the ability to sharpen and harden his fingernails was a completely useless ability.
After all, armors and weapons were forged by human wisdom. Compared to the fur and claws of the creature itself, they were stronger and sharper. There was no need to fight with bare hands.
"What the hell is this?" Dean was speechless. He poked his linen backpack with his fingers, but didn't pierce it. The bitterness in his heart was even stronger. For a time, he didn't have the mood to stand up. He sat in a daze for a long time. He gradually accepted this fact. He grabbed the kettle and drank two mouthfuls of water. He felt bitter in his mouth. He shook his head and no longer thought about it. Relying on the night vision and super sense of smell, he was comparable to ordinary intermediate hunters. The most important thing was that he had the ability to absorb cold crystals, which could help him evolve quickly.
Thinking of this, his heart was a little comforted. He was ready to get up and leave. Suddenly, water flowed out of his palm, pulling his thoughts back. He was startled. When he looked back, he found that the kettle was broken.
Dean secretly cursed his bad luck. Suddenly, his mind was struck by lightning. His whole body was stunned. His eyes widened as he looked at the kettle again.
He saw the water gurgling out from the hole on the edge of the kettle. This hole was the place where his fingers were grabbing. At this moment, his fingernails had penetrated into the kettle!
Piercing the metal?!
Dean's mind couldn't react. If the cloth couldn't be pierced, how could it pierce the metal?
He immediately moved his fingers to the edge of the kettle. He was surprised to see that the metal kettle was easily cut by his fingernails like a piece of paper!
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