Manit had thought that he was being taken care of.
But just as he was about to use magic.
He suddenly felt the spirit of heaven and earth being stirred up.
Manit realized that Sabonis was stirring up the spirit of heaven and earth.
For most spiritualists, this was a pseudo-Magic-forbidding field.
Trying to cast magic in this environment.
It was as troublesome as fetching a glass of water in muddy water.
Manit's expression was ugly. He could only lower the level of his spells.
But even the most basic elemental fireball was extremely difficult.
Manit was also secretly anxious.
What should he do?
Manit saw the disappointment and mockery in Sabonis' eyes.
Suddenly, Manit thought of an idea.
A very dangerous idea.
Absorb the chaotic spirit of heaven and earth into his body.
He might be injured before the spell was fully unleashed.
Absorb the chaotic spirit of heaven and earth into his body and then refine it a second time.
But Manit had estimated that if he used the lowest level of magic, it would be impossible for him to do so.
He would be injured, but he wouldn't die.
Manit decided to take the risk.
The game had just started. It would be embarrassing if he was eliminated.
Of course, there was another more important reason.
Manit came from a small family.
There were only two or three kids and pitifully few resources.
The so-called small family was actually just three households with a dozen people.
How scarce were resources?
For a low-level magic tool, three generations of three households had schemed against each other for more than a decade.
From his grandfather's generation to his cousins of this generation.
All sorts of plots and schemes had been used just to get this magic tool.
Manit's family was the one that had failed.
And as compensation, he got a spot in the Supernatural Youth Fighting Competition.
He had thought that this was a useless competition.
But after participating in this competition.
He realized that his standards were too low.
Not to mention the organizers, just the other participants.
There were all sorts of magic tools that were much more powerful than the magic tool in his family.
As for the organizers, the Supernatural Organization, their generosity was even more shocking.
And Manit got some uncertain information from the grapevine.
A few eliminated contestants had joined the Supernatural Organization.
Every time Manit said that he was going out to play, his main purpose wasn't to eat, drink, and have fun.
But to find out some information.
He confirmed the authenticity of this information.
He also found out that one of the siblings was favored by the Supernatural Organization. Their names were Dyser and Syldia.
This pair of brother and sister were very weak.
At the very least, most of the participants were not weaker than them.
But they were favored by the Supernatural Organization.
This meant that the Supernatural Organization wasn't interested in their power.
Come to think of it, it made sense.
As long as he joined them, he would definitely be able to obtain resources that far exceeded that of a small family.
Therefore, the current level of strength was insignificant.
Either they were chosen by the Supernatural Organization, or they had shown potential to attract the Supernatural Organization.
Either that or they had special skills and abilities.
So Manit also wanted to become a member of the Supernatural Organization.
In that case, he didn't just have to display his strength.
In fact, the main task was not to display his strength.
Instead, he wanted to display his potential and abilities.
This was also the reason why he teamed up with Ao Delun and not the rest of the team.
If there were more people, it would be less conspicuous.
In the case of a two-person team, the individual performance opportunities were highlighted.
Moreover, in the case of a large group, there were many times when they couldn't control themselves.
That was why Manit didn't want to fall at this moment.
The Supernatural Organization had already displayed a shocking amount of power.
The first trial might seem ordinary.
But that time, the watcher was extremely powerful.
As for the game this time, it was called a game.
But it was an extraordinary game.
After all, in this world, a force that could organize and arrange such a realistic RPG game was not a simple force.
As for entering the government department, Manit didn't even think about it.
Eagle Hound sounded like a big name and seemed to have great power.
But in reality, they were the police of the spiritual world.
They worked like a cow, received a dog's salary, and faced dangerous situations.
So no matter how he thought about it, the Supernatural Organization was the most suitable for his goal.
They had power, power, and enough capital.
And the environment to grow up in. These were all things he dreamed of.
Sabonis's eyes lit up. Manit's aura changed.
Manit had no secrets in Sabonis's eyes.
The difference in power and level.
This allowed Sabonis to see through Manit at a glance.
Magnette's palm began to glow red, and a small but stable fireball appeared in front of Sabonis.
Manit pushed and the small fireball smashed into Sabonis's face. But this small fireball didn't even burn a single scale.
The next moment, Manit spat out blood. His face was much weaker.
"Not bad, little guy. You passed the test too," Sabonis said. Sabonis said, "I think highly of you. I see wisdom in you. Now, you can also receive the same reward."
Sabonis paused and said, "At the same time, you will also receive a piece of information. Head to Death Canyon. There's a witch cursed by death there. She was an adventurer from a thousand years ago. She and her teammates defeated the evil god, but she was also cursed by the evil god. She has been looking for a new generation of adventurers who can inherit her power. Maybe you are the people she is looking for."
"Respected dragon, can you tell us who are the people who want to break the evil god's seal?"
"It's …"
"Hey, hey, Sir Sabonis, you can't say that …" The staff beside him quickly stopped him.
"Alright." Sabonis shrugged. "This is also part of the game. You can decipher it yourself. Actually, I don't like my current character. Boss should have arranged another identity for me, like the final boss or something. At least let me be a battle-type. It's rare for me to come out to play, but he made me stay here."
"Oh, right. Open the magic map now. The Dragon's Necropolis is already marked on the map. In the bottom right corner of the necropolis is Death Canyon." Sabonis looked at the staff again. "I didn't break the game, did I …"
"In principle, you can't say it. They have to explore it themselves … but forget it." The staff was helpless too.
He had already said it. What else could he do?
After enhancing their equipment, Manit and Orderon hurried to Death Canyon.
Not long after they left the necropolis, they saw a battle ahead.
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