How did I turn the victim into Feng Aotian?

I hope it’s not a Valkyrie of the level that releases scarlet corruption, otherwise I’ll never be able to get out.

Shilok and Hill stopped in front of the door and looked at each other.

"Brother... Is it okay? Can we really see the boss room? It won't chase us out, right?"

"...The boss monster will never leave the guard room. It shouldn't be a problem if we just open the door..."

Hill's left arm was held by Hill. He took a deep breath and his palms were covered with sweat as he gripped the door handle.

He pushed the door slowly and hard. The huge door, which was twice as tall as he was, unexpectedly began to move smoothly, opening a gap as wide as his face.

It was dark inside, but after getting used to it, I could still see the scene clearly.

The inside of the room was much larger than the outside, at least half the size of a football field, which completely violated the common sense of architectural space. In the center, lay a monster with its limbs bound by chains, lying like a small hill.

Hellfire Dragon Skeleton.

A monster that only appears on the third floor.

It is the BOSS of this map.

It looks smaller than in the game because it hasn't spread its wings. Can't you tell?...

"Brother, can't I use Detect to check its level and ability value?"

"I didn't learn it. The low-level 'Detection' will be easily discovered by the person being scanned. If it is scanning a monster, it will directly attract the enemy's hatred."

The main reason is that Hillock doesn't want to waste the skill slot by using this low-level skill, but it would be troublesome to spend money to uninstall it.

The original plan was to wait for the price of amethyst to go up next month and then sell them all together.

"I see...Brother, look at the monster's feet."

treasure chest.

There is a treasure chest in the arms of the Hellfire Dragon Skeleton.

Hillock knew what was inside - the item that triggered a new dungeon quest.

"Want to fight...?"

"No." Shilok rejected Hill's plan.

"That looks tricky. Let's explore the surroundings first. It would be best if we get the Stalker first. After we confirm that there is no other way to leave here... we can consider fighting the boss."

They tiptoed away from the room, luckily the BOSS did not chase them out of the room.

After groping their way forward, they found a room on the first floor at the back of the castle where half of the ceiling was missing and the room was overgrown with weeds.

A rectangular board with a lavender glow and strange patterns engraved on it stood upright in the center of the room.

Portal!

Shilok went forward to check.

"Gan, it's not that simple..."

After knocking on it for a while, I found that the door was completely unusable.

No response to magic.

"Brother, look, there..."

Shilok, who was feeling troubled, looked in the direction his sister pointed.

"!!"

Some charcoal piled up after burning, traces of campfires.

Shilok went up to check, and judging from the touch of the charcoal, it was still warm.

In other words, this castle, this trap area.

"Besides us, there are others..."

81. So, what is the price? (Profound meaning)

St. Luke's Medical Center, Rehabilitation Training Room.

"Ordinary people will not react after eating the Lord's flesh and blood. Twisted ideas, extreme emotions, morbid desires... These people have a chance to resonate with the Lord, and the gift can come as it is. Your recovery speed is quite fast, hahahaha, is this the power of obsession? The fusion is so fast, I am a little jealous."

The chattering new nurse sat in a chair and flipped through a magazine. The nameplate on her chest read "Genoro" and the lines of her crossed long legs were very graceful.

"I don't understand what you mean."

Cliff shrugged.

When he woke up, a long time had passed and the talent that Priss had sealed had naturally been released.

Because of his long sleep, his body became thinner and his muscles became more solid, but his rock-like face remained unchanged. He held the double poles with sweat dripping down his face and walked step by step.

The doctors praised it as a miracle, and brain surgeons came to visit Cliff one after another.

They used instruments to check his body and found that he was in perfect health, with all his severe injuries having disappeared.

But Cliff didn't care.

He is now deeply obsessed with Shilok.

Pure murderous intent.

Why are you so persistent?

Maybe it's because of this nagging nurse.

The power she gave herself, the miracle of healing her body.

That power created an indescribable dark emotion in my heart.

The impact goes far beyond healing.

No one told him, but he knew it in his heart.

Gnoro is a companion.

She can be trusted.

Although he had only known this person for less than two days, Cliff felt that he knew her very well.

Even if I don't know her at all.

The first time we met, we were very familiar with each other...the two conflicting emotions were digested and accepted naturally.

"Mr. Cliff really doesn't want to join us?"

"What the hell am I doing to you guys..."

I have no interest in a god named Izabilis.

This sentence emerged deep in my heart, and then quickly disappeared.

“Bullshit?”

Genolo's smile deepened and he started eating the bag of potato chips in his arms.

".....If it weren't for the great Izabilis, my life would be shit! ....Thanks to the Lord for granting me the power."

"Izabilis".

Cliff didn't even think of taking offense.

Soon, he stopped thinking about these things and focused on practicing walking with difficulty, trying to infuse magic power to walk more smoothly.

"By the way, Mr. Cliff, you should probably tell me what the 'xi,ro' you keep saying means? It should be a person's name, right? You've been saying it for weeks. Is it your partner or someone else? I'm very curious."

".....He is someone who must be killed...He is a bastard and my prey. I am the only one who can kill him."

My companions were either injured or disabled.

I almost died.

Shilok!

It's all that guy!

When he thought of this, Cliff's eyes became extremely dark, and his hands holding the two poles couldn't help but exert force, leaving the imprint of his fingers on the steel poles.

"The object of revenge is so boring."

Gnoro lost interest.

"The believers can help each other, or they can not interfere with each other. Since you can stand up again, you should eat and drink. Revenge is too common. There is no need to be obsessed with one person. Everyone will die anyway."

"Humph." Cliff sneered.

"You can go back when you're almost done practicing. I don't know what new features your talent has been modified into yet. It can stimulate the potential of your talent, and you can gain new power without leveling up or practicing. But it seems that some people have side effects, and some don't. It mainly depends on the compatibility. My compatibility is pretty good, but it takes a long time to fuse."

Genolo ignored him and continued talking to himself.

My alcoholic father was completely unreliable. During his hospitalization, all the money I had collected from my years as an explorer and partner was spent.

Getting well soon not only meant that he could get his revenge, but also meant stopping the financial drain.

"Mr. Cliff...Oh, you are still doing muscle exercises. That's good. I believe you will be able to recover soon."

A grey-haired male therapist walked into the room with a kind and friendly smile.

"Ah."

Cliff responded in a low voice.

"Most people would need to lie down for half a month, and rehabilitation would take about a week, but you were able to walk without assistance in just two days. This is the first time I've seen that in all my years of working in this field."

"It's not enough. I still feel pain when I walk."

"Don't worry, take your time. Pain means your muscles are connecting and growing, and it takes time to adapt."

Take it easy?

It’s not enough. It’s absolutely not enough.

Even one more second would be helpful; he wanted to tear Shilok to pieces as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, I really can’t practice anymore today because my arms are numb.

"Shall I help you back home?"

"No, let that woman help me."

Cliff slapped the therapist's hand away, and their skin touched.

"what--!"

The physiotherapist let out a comfortable cry, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression was intoxicated.

"?!"

Cliff saw it.

The moment they touched each other, a thing like a tree root tentacle stretched out from his left hand, pierced into the palm of the physical therapist, and then quickly retracted it.

"Uh...."

The physical therapist sat on the ground, his face flushed and he was breathing heavily, looking very tired.

"Ok?"

The magic power was restored and the aches and pains all over the body disappeared.

It feels so comfortable.

"what happened?"

Not only that, there is also a floating lightness that comes from my body.

He was all too familiar with the feeling.

"upgrade....."

Upgraded without doing anything?

No, it's that power that caused it.

A gift bestowed upon me by Master Izabilis.

"I see! Sister, I understand!"