"Why are you like this?"
Kieran sized up Pol from top to bottom.
No negative energy presence.
There wasn't any curse aura either.
It was very normal.
"You didn't notice anything unusual?"
"Makes sense.
"The current me, apart from being slightly weaker, what other abnormalities could there be?"
Pol mocked himself with a smile.
Kieran didn't answer, he waited for Pol's explanation.
"My strength is because of the 'offense'!
When my strength was close to or even close to surpassing the Witch, the mark she left behind was activated.
"My strength has been greatly weakened."
My dungeon runs kept failing and if it wasn't for a life-saving item, I would have died in the dungeon runs.
"But the price of using that life-saving item is that my strength will plummet from a high-ranker to a level where I can't even compare to a common veteran, and more importantly …"
I still have to go through high-ranker dungeon runs. "
Pol's voice turned dry.
Kieran frowned.
He couldn't tell whether Pol was telling the truth or not.
In simple words, Kieran, who was cautious to the point of being suspicious, would not easily trust anyone.
He wouldn't trust you completely just because you said a few words.
Everything required evidence.
"What evidence do you have?"
Kieran asked.
"The dome clock tower!
"The evidence you want is there!"
Pol said.
"You are saying that you want me to break into the Guardians' turf and search for the so-called evidence you speak of?
Or … "
"More precisely, I'll help you remove the Witch's Mark?"
Kieran laughed coldly.
Although he didn't know whether Pol was telling the truth or not, he could tell that Pol didn't tell him everything.
"Don't you want to remove the Witch's Mark?"
Pol asked.
Kieran chuckled, he didn't care about Pol anymore and went back to his room.
Of course he would remove it.
If the 'Witch's Mark' was really as he said it was.
"What happened?"
Starbeck, who had finished washing the dishes, saw Kieran come back. After spending so much time with Kieran, Starbeck could tell that Kieran was a little agitated at the moment based on his little movements.
"A few small matters."
"It's a little unexpected, but within reason."
"But …"
"I feel like his appearance is too much of a coincidence."
Kieran opened the PM tab and sent a message to Rachel.
: Pol, what do you think?
Rachel: What about you?
: There is a secret.
Rachel: Same.
: Observe?
Rachel: Leave it to me.
: Thank you.
…
After a simple conversation, Kieran looked at the desserts and tea that Starbeck served.
Both of them behaved the same way they did in the dungeon world. Most of the time, they remained silent, but all they needed was a glance to understand each other's intentions.
It had to do with time.
But more importantly, it was the tacit understanding that was cultivated through life and death experiences.
So, when Kieran put down the cup of tea, Starbeck came over with a thermos.
"Dinner."
"Em."
Kieran nodded and walked out of the room.
Starbeck stood in the garden and saw Kieran off before he returned to his room.
He then took out a thick book that was stapled with kraft paper from the cupboard.
When he flipped the book open, all sorts of recipes gushed into his eyes.
"Store energy through food … Food is the path of heaven …"
Starbeck translated the recipe strenuously.
Bit by bit, bit by bit.
It was extremely difficult.
However, Starbeck never thought of giving up.
Starbeck remembered what he said to Lawless back then.
'I will not drag you down.'
Starbeck remembered that sentence every single moment.
On top of that, Starbeck set a new goal for himself: he wanted to become 2567's strongest aide.
…
13th Wallway Street.
After Kieran entered his room, he placed [Extreme Night], [Steady Repair Scroll], and [Lucky Card II] in front of him.
However, Kieran didn't repair [Extreme Night] right away.
Instead, he started to claim the special reward from the last dungeon rating of GGG: a random drawing of an item from this dungeon world.
Kieran knew what he should do after his last drawing experience.
In simple words, Kieran knew his own luck.
First, he used [Lucky Card II].
[Lucky Card II: Slightly increase your luck before entering the next dungeon world …]
[Player continues to draw item …]
[Affected by Lucky Card II, drawing authentication in progress …]
[Player acquired …]
A heavy piece of jade with a smooth, crystal-like surface, irregular edges, and a little pressurized appeared in Kieran's hand.
He stared at it for a while.
Kieran raised his hand and tossed it to the corner further away.
The irregular jade stone on the outside quickly rolled to the side of an equally irregular gray stone that still had traces of explosion left on it.
Huu, Huu!
Kieran covered his chest, panting heavily.
Pain!
The heart-wrenching pain drowned Kieran in an instant.
Even though he didn't want more.
But!
Why is it a stone again?!
After buffing [Lucky Card II] and changing the stone into a jade stone, is that it?
There were no attributes.
There were no comments either.
What was the difference between a jade stone and a stone?
You might as well give me a piece of stone!
'Am I that unlucky?'
Kieran was roaring in his heart.
Five minutes later, Kieran adjusted his state of mind and looked at [Extreme Night] and [Steady Repair Scroll].
"After a misfortune, there will be a stroke of luck!"
Kieran muttered to himself while he picked up [Steady Repair Scroll] and tapped on [Extreme Night].
[Using the Reliable Repair Scroll. Target Extreme Night has been selected …]
[Repairing begins …]
[Repairing abnormality …]
[Detected Extreme Night rarity is higher than Steady Repair Scroll limit!]
[Proceed with maximum repair? Yes/No?]
"Yes!"
Kieran gave an affirmative answer without any hesitation.
Instantly, a blinding platinum radiance burst out from the [Reliable Repair Scroll].
After getting used to the intensity of the radiance, Kieran could clearly see that the radiance was seeping into the scabbard, slow but steady.
It was like a meandering stream in the mountains, filled with warmth.
The radiance lasted for more than 10 seconds. After the radiance faded, [Extreme Night] slowly revealed itself.
Chang!
Kieran tried to draw [Extreme Night] as gently as he could, but [Extreme Night] was still giving out a long hum.
Under the natural light of the room, the pitch-black sword, which was full of cracks, became even darker, like the dark sky of the night.
The cracks were reduced by half.
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