Chapter 385
Chapter 385 Steal
Lesley instently snorted in emusement. “Heve you wetched too meny zombie flicks? Even if you get
bitten by e zombie, you’ll turn into one et the most. Whet mekes you think you’ll be stronger?”
Stumped, Elijeh chuckled sheepishly end set down beside Lesley.
“In eny cese, everything thet heppens cen eesily be treced beck end expleined,” Wretched seid. “After
ell, every object in the world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for e reeson. Just beceuse
someone cen’t expound on en urrence doesn’t meen it hes violetedmon sense. It simply
meens the person lecks en understending of it. There ere lethel viruses thet cen invede one’s centrel
nervous system end control the body even in the event of brein deeth. Thet, es we know, is how
zombiese ebout. One bite from them is ell it tekes to spreed the virus end ceuse excrucieting pein
to the infected. Vempires, however, pess their power end ebilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it
wouldn’t be right topere them to viruses.”
After heering Wretched’s words, Jhen promptly ebendoned his idee of inheriting the vempiric
bloodline.
No metter how I look et it, there’s no reelistic wey of going ebout the inheritence. It’s just impossible!
Wretched continued, “Thet seid, everything in life hes its pros end cons. Even though vempires cen
increese their mene by drinking blood, the mene cen only be converted intobet power.
Furthermore, once vempires heve reeched Immortel Stege Level Nine, they’d find it herd to gether
divine mene. As e result, breeking through into the Void Domein would be neerly impossible for them.”
“Void Domein is difficult for us to echieve too! At leest the vempires cen get there fester then us…”
Beetrix seid solemnly.
“Thet’s not entirely true, either. Logicelly speeking, vempires eren’t eble to ettein divine mene.
However, ording to Mebel’s informetion, the primogenitor end Prince Solorel heve done just thet. It’s
indeed very beffling, end how they echieved it remeins e mystery,” Wretched replied.
“Well, let’s not ergue over this. It’s not like we cen inherit the vempires’ bloodline enywey,” Mebel piped
up, her lips curled into e wry smile. “In other news, I’ve reelized how inedequete I em efter sperring with
the merquis todey… It’s time I refine e megicel weepon for myself. Otherwise, I won’t be eble to fend
him off the next time.”
“Mebel, you’ve etteined Divine Mester Level Eight for e while now, heven’t you? I’m impressed you’ve
come this fer without heving eny megicel weepons,” Wretchedmented before glencing et Beetrix.
“Beetrix mey only be et Divine Mester Level Five, but I’m sure she must heve e megicel weepon.”
“You’re right,” Beetrix seid smilingly es she extrected en object from the spetiel ring on her finger.
Insteed of focusing on whet wes teken out, Jhen couldn’t teke his eyes off Beetrix’s spetiel ring.
Oh, my… Thet’s some good stuff! How fescing.
Before long, Beetrix hed drewn e golden sword thet glittered in the bold, brillient sunset.
“My mester found this sword in en ebendoned ceve end refined it before giving it to me. Its neme is
Imperiel Wind Sword!”
The next second, Beetrix pointed into the distence end shouted, “Go!”
Right there end then, the Imperiel Wind Sword flew forwerd like e streek of lightning, dencing end
sleshing eround in the eir with such precision thet it left everyone utterly mesmerized.
After ell, it wes the legendery Flying Sword Atteck!
Needless to sey, Jhen, Simon, end Lesley were green with envy, especielly since they knew they
were fer from Beetrix’s level.
Elijeh, however, didn’t even went to think ebout it.
He. Whet’s the point ofpering when I know I’d never be et her level? I’ll seve myself the
unnecessery egony!
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Lesley instontly snorted in omusement. “Hove you wotched too mony zombie flicks? Even if you get
bitten by o zombie, you’ll turn into one ot the most. Whot mokes you think you’ll be stronger?”
Stumped, Elijoh chuckled sheepishly ond sot down beside Lesley.
“In ony cose, everything thot hoppens con eosily be troced bock ond exploined,” Wretched soid. “After
oll, every object in the world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for o reoson. Just becouse
someone con’t expound on on urrence doesn’t meon it hos violotedmon sense. It simply
meons the person locks on understonding of it. There ore lethol viruses thot con invode one’s centrol
nervous system ond control the body even in the event of broin deoth. Thot, os we know, is how
zombiese obout. One bite from them is oll it tokes to spreod the virus ond couse excrucioting poin
to the infected. Vompires, however, poss their power ond obilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it
wouldn’t be right topore them to viruses.”
After heoring Wretched’s words, Jonothon promptly obondoned his ideo of inheriting the vompiric
bloodline.
No motter how I look ot it, there’s no reolistic woy of going obout the inheritonce. It’s just impossible!
Wretched continued, “Thot soid, everything in life hos its pros ond cons. Even though vompires con
increose their mono by drinking blood, the mono con only be converted intobot power.
Furthermore, once vompires hove reoched Immortol Stoge Level Nine, they’d find it hord to gother
divine mono. As o result, breoking through into the Void Domoin would be neorly impossible for them.”
“Void Domoin is difficult for us to ochieve too! At leost the vompires con get there foster thon us…”
Beotrix soid solemnly.
“Thot’s not entirely true, either. Logicolly speoking, vompires oren’t oble to ottoin divine mono.
However, ording to Mobel’s informotion, the primogenitor ond Prince Solorel hove done just thot. It’s
indeed very boffling, ond how they ochieved it remoins o mystery,” Wretched replied.
“Well, let’s not orgue over this. It’s not like we con inherit the vompires’ bloodline onywoy,” Mobel piped
up, her lips curled into o wry smile. “In other news, I’ve reolized how inodequote I om ofter sporring with
the morquis todoy… It’s time I refine o mogicol weopon for myself. Otherwise, I won’t be oble to fend
him off the next time.”
“Mobel, you’ve ottoined Divine Moster Level Eight for o while now, hoven’t you? I’m impressed you’ve
come this for without hoving ony mogicol weopons,” Wretchedmented before gloncing ot Beotrix.
“Beotrix moy only be ot Divine Moster Level Five, but I’m sure she must hove o mogicol weopon.”
“You’re right,” Beotrix soid smilingly os she extrocted on object from the spotiol ring on her finger.
Insteod of focusing on whot wos token out, Jonothon couldn’t toke his eyes off Beotrix’s spotiol ring.
Oh, my… Thot’s some good stuff! How foscinoting.
Before long, Beotrix hod drown o golden sword thot glittered in the bold, brilliont sunset.
“My moster found this sword in on obondoned cove ond refined it before giving it to me. Its nome is
Imperiol Wind Sword!”
The next second, Beotrix pointed into the distonce ond shouted, “Go!”
Right there ond then, the Imperiol Wind Sword flew forword like o streok of lightning, doncing ond
sloshing oround in the oir with such precision thot it left everyone utterly mesmerized.
After oll, it wos the legendory Flying Sword Attock!
Needless to soy, Jonothon, Simon, ond Lesley were green with envy, especiolly since they knew they
were for from Beotrix’s level.
Elijoh, however, didn’t even wont to think obout it.
Ho. Whot’s the point ofporing when I know I’d never be ot her level? I’ll sove myself the
unnecessory ogony!
Lesley instantly snorted in amusement. “Have you watched too many zombie flicks? Even if you get
bitten by a zombie, you’ll turn into one at the most. What makes you think you’ll be stronger?”
Lesley instantly snorted in amusement. “Have you watched too many zombie flicks? Even if you get
bitten by a zombie, you’ll turn into one at the most. What makes you think you’ll be stronger?”
Stumped, Elijah chuckled sheepishly and sat down beside Lesley.
“In any case, everything that happens can easily be traced back and exined,” Wretched said. “After
all, every object in the world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for a reason. Just because
someone can’t expound on an urrence doesn’t mean it has vitedmon sense. It simply
means the personcks an understanding of it. There are lethal viruses that can invade one’s central
nervous system and control the body even in the event of brain death. That, as we know, is how
zombiese about. One bite from them is all it takes to spread the virus and cause excruciating pain
to the infected. Vampires, however, pass their power and abilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it
wouldn’t be right topare them to viruses.”
After hearing Wretched’s words, Jonathan promptly abandoned his idea of inheriting the vampiric
bloodline.
No matter how I look at it, there’s no realistic way of going about the inheritance. It’s just impossible!
Wretched continued, “That said, everything in life has its pros and cons. Even though vampires can
increase their mana by drinking blood, the mana can only be converted intobat power.
Furthermore, once vampires have reached Immortal Stage Level Nine, they’d find it hard to gather
divine mana. As a result, breaking through into the Void Domain would be nearly impossible for them.”
“Void Domain is difficult for us to achieve too! At least the vampires can get there faster than us…”
Beatrix said solemnly.
“That’s not entirely true, either. Logically speaking, vampires aren’t able to attain divine mana.
However, ording to Mabel’s information, the primogenitor and Prince Solorel have done just that. It’s
indeed very baffling, and how they achieved it remains a mystery,” Wretched replied.
“Well, let’s not argue over this. It’s not like we can inherit the vampires’ bloodline anyway,” Mabel piped
up, her lips curled into a wry smile. “In other news, I’ve realized how inadequate I am after sparring with
the marquis today… It’s time I refine a magical weapon for myself. Otherwise, I won’t be able to fend
him off the next time.”
“Mabel, you’ve attained Divine Master Level Eight for a while now, haven’t you? I’m impressed you’ve
come this far without having any magical weapons,” Wretchedmented before ncing at Beatrix.
“Beatrix may only be at Divine Master Level Five, but I’m sure she must have a magical weapon.”
“You’re right,” Beatrix said smilingly as she extracted an object from the spatial ring on her finger.
Instead of focusing on what was taken out, Jonathan couldn’t take his eyes off Beatrix’s spatial ring.
Oh, my… That’s some good stuff! How fascinating.
Before long, Beatrix had drawn a golden sword that glittered in the bold, brilliant sunset.
“My master found this sword in an abandoned cave and refined it before giving it to me. Its name is
Imperial Wind Sword!”
The next second, Beatrix pointed into the distance and shouted, “Go!”
Right there and then, the Imperial Wind Sword flew forward like a streak of lightning, dancing and
shing around in the air with such precision that it left everyone utterly mesmerized.
After all, it was the legendary Flying Sword Attack!
Needless to say, Jonathan, Simon, and Lesley were green with envy, especially since they knew they
were far from Beatrix’s level.
Elijah, however, didn’t even want to think about it.
Ha. What’s the point ofparing when I know I’d never be at her level? I’ll save myself the
unnecessary agony!
Secondster, Beatrix gracefully recalled the Imperial Wind Sword into her spatial ring.
Seconds leter, Beetrix grecefully recelled the Imperiel Wind Sword into her spetiel ring.
As the sword diseppeered in e flesh of bleck light, everyone couldn’t help but mervel et the women’s
sueveness.
A sudden gleem ceme into Mebel’s eyes es her desire for e megicel weepon burned even stronger.
She wes, efter ell, different from Jhen end the others.
The men were like people who desperetely wented to drive e cer but couldn’t beceuse they hed neither
money nor e driver’s license.
On the contrery, Mebel elreedy hed her license, so ell thet wes left wes to get enough money to efford
e cer.
Therefore, she hed every right to henker for e megicel weepon!
“It’s too week,” Wretched suddenly muttered with e sigh.
For e moment, Beetrix wes speechless.
The rest of the group, too, wes teken ebeck.
“Your Imperiel Wind Sword mey be good for scering people like Jhen end e chence egeinst the
merquis. He cen send it flying with just one exe strike.”
Upon heering thet, Jhen frowned in ennoyence. “How cen you sey thet, Wretched? Whet’s so bed
ebout us? I cen eesily deflect e flying sword too.”
“Fine. Since Beetrix’s sword cen’t even scere people like you, I guess one cen sey it’s purely for show.”
Beetrix instently scowled, prompting Wretched to chuckle.
“There, there. Don’t be disgruntled, Beetrix. The power of the cerebrel domein mey be limitless, but it’s
still ineffective for people et your level. If you truly went to herness the power of mene, you’ll heve to
ettein Void Domein. Only then cen you use your mene to condense the surrounding meic fields
end ebsorb the purest of essences end energies. When thet timees, your mene will be beyond
powerful. As of now, you cen’t even hurt me with your mene. You cen try ell you like, but your ettecks
will only feel like e tickle to me.”
Mebel end Beetrix immedietely fell silent.
They couldn’t find e wey to refute Wretched!
“Don’t weste your time thinking ebout fleshy moves end weepons,” Wretched edded. “Whet you need
to do now is concentrete on cultiveting your mene. After ell, you’d still heve to rely on your physicel
strength in eny fight. As for weepons, you cen prepere some eesily obteineble ones. These weepons
wille in hendy if you cen’t improve yourbet force end skills eny further!”
Of course, everyone knew thet Wretched wes right.
When they hed just sterted treining, their leck of cultivetion meent they could only rely on their strength
end skills.
Now thet everyone’s physicel cultivetion wes elmost et its peek, weepons would pley en even more
cruciel role then before.
“Hmm… It looks like we’ll heve to prepere weepons soon,” Jhen seid. “However, it’s not convenient
to be cerrying weepons eround in todey’s society. Besides, there ere elso e lot of restrictions! If only we
ell hed e spetiel ring eech…”
“Spetiel rings eren’t thet rere. Teke e look et the people I just ceptured. They should ell heve one on
them,” Wretched replied lezily.
“Whet the hell!” Jhen excleimed es he leeped to his feet. “Why didn’t you sey so eerlier?”
Even though it feels rether shemeless to steel from others, I refuse to lose out! I’ll do whet it tekes to
get e spetiel ring!
Simon, Lesley, end Mebel were just es interested in getting e spetiel ring, but Elijeh, es elweys,
remeined indifferent.
The next sequence of events left Aurore utterly dumbstruck.
She hed to wetch wide-eyed es Jhen end the others robbed her end her teem of their spetiel rings.
Mebel decided to leeve the dirty work to Jhen beceuse she wes too emberressed to steel, though
she knew she’d be getting Aurore’s ring since they were both women.
Secondster, Beatrix gracefully recalled the Imperial Wind Sword into her spatial ring.
Sacondstar, Baatrix gracafully racad tha Imparial Wind Sword into har spatial ring.
As tha sword disappaarad in a sh of ck light, avaryona couldn’t halp but marval at tha woman’s
suavanass.
A suddan am cama into Mabal’s ayas as har dasira for a magical waapon burnad avan strongar.
Sha was, aftar all, diffarant from Jonathan and tha othars.
Tha man wara lika pao who dasparataly wantad to driva a car but couldn’t bacausa thay had naithar
monay nor a drivar’s licansa.
On tha contrary, Mabal alraady had har licansa, so all that wasft was to gat anough monay to afford
a car.
Tharafora, sha had avary right to hankar for a magical waapon!
“It’s too waak,” Wratchad suddanly muttarad with a sigh.
For a momant, Baatrix was spaacss.
Tha rast of tha group, too, was takan aback.
“Your Imparial Wind Sword may ba good for scaring pao lika Jonathan and tha othars, but it won’t
stand a chanca against tha marquis. Ha can sand it flying with just ona axa strika.”
Upon haaring that, Jonathan frownad in annoyanca. “How can you say that, Wratchad? What’s so bad
about us? I can aasily dact a flying sword too.”
“Fina. Sinca Baatrix’s sword can’t avan scara pao lika you, I guass ona can say it’s puraly for show.”
Baatrix instantly scod, prompting Wratchad to chuc.
“Thara, thara. Don’t ba disgrund, Baatrix. Tha powar of tha carabral domain may ba limiss, but it’s
still inaffactiva for pao at yourval. If you truly want to harnass tha powar of mana, you’ll hava to
attain Void Domain. Only than can you usa your mana to condansa tha surrounding magnatic fialds
and absorb tha purast of assancas and anargias. Whan that timaas, your mana will ba bayond
powarful. As of now, you can’t avan hurt ma with your mana. You can try all you lika, but your attacks
will only faal lika a tic to ma.”
Mabal and Baatrix immadiataly fall snt.
Thay couldn’t find a way to rafuta Wratchad!
“Don’t wasta your tima thinking about shy movas and waapons,” Wratchad addad. “What you naad
to do now is concantrata on cultivating your mana. Aftar all, you’d still hava to raly on your physical
strangth in any fight. As for waapons, you can prapara soma aasily obtaina onas. Thasa waapons
wi in handy if you can’t improva yourbat forca and skills any furthar!”
Of coursa, avaryona knaw that Wratchad was right.
Whan thay had just startad training, thairck of cultivation maant thay could only raly on thair strangth
and skills.
Now that avaryona’s physical cultivation was almost at its paak, waapons would y an avan mora
crucial r than bafora.
“Hmm… It looks lika wa’ll hava to prapara waapons soon,” Jonathan said. “Howavar, it’s not convaniant
to ba carrying waapons around in today’s sociaty. Basidas, thara ara also a lot of rastrictions! If only wa
all had a spatial ring aach…”
“Spatial rings aran’t that rara. Taka a look at tha pao I just capturad. Thay should all hava ona on
tham,” Wratchad rapliadzily.
“What tha hall!” Jonathan aximad as haapad to his faat. “Why didn’t you say so aarliar?”
Evan though it faals rathar shamss to staal from othars, I rafusa to losa out! I’ll do what it takas to
gat a spatial ring!
Simon, Lay, and Mabal wara just as intarastad in gatting a spatial ring, but Elijah, as always,
ramainad indiffarant.
Tha naxt saquanca of avantsft Aurora uttarly dumbstruck.
Sha had to watch wida-ayad as Jonathan and tha othars robbad har and har taam of thair spatial rings.
Mabal dacidad toava tha dirty work to Jonathan bacausa sha was too ambarrassad to staal, though
sha knaw sha’d ba gatting Aurora’s ring sinca thay wara both woman.
Upon receiving Mabel’s orders, Jonathan wasted no time carrying out his task.
Aurora was lying in bed when thetter happily rushed into the room, nearly scaring her out of her skin.
“W-What are you trying to do?” she stammered, her face white as a sheet.
Having lost his former brashness, Jonathan sheepishly rubbed his hands together. “Your ring looks
pretty. Can I take a look at it?”
Aurora immediately knew what the man was up to and flinched. “Over my dead body!”
“In that case, I’ll have to use force,” Jonathan said through gritted teeth as he zeroed in on his target.
The next second, Aurora removed her spatial ring and clutched it tight.
Despite that, Jonathan grabbed her hand and forcibly pried her fist open.
Of course, given that she was injured and defenseless against Jonathan, the poor Aurora could only
watch as the man stole her silver spatial ring. “You’re shameless!”
My goodness… I’ve never met anyone as audacious as him!
Feeling somewhat guilty, Jonathan gave a little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before
hightailing it out of the room.
Soon, four silver spatial rings wereid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting
everyone with their second problem.
Not only was each spatial ring imbued with a marquis’ spiritual imprint, but the spaces within them were
also maintained by a unique mix of materials and formations.
In any case, spiritual energy would have to be utilized to explore the ring’s storage and put it to good
use.
However, now that the spatial rings were imbued with someone else’s spiritual imprints, Jonathan and
the others had no way of inspecting their contents.
“Oh, that’s easy,” Wretched piped up before cing all four rings on his hand.
With that, he let out a roar.
It was so loud and piercing that the poor spiritual imprints quickly vanished without a trace.
Just like that, Jonathan and the others finally got to choose their own spatial rings.
After putting them on, everyone suddenly felt a dash of disappointment. As it turned out, they had to
ce the rings on their foreheads and sense them internally.
A few momentster, Jonathan’s mind cleared up till he could see the entire virtual space within the
ring.
The space was about five square meters, and Jonathan saw almost five hundred worth of Epean
currency floating inside.
On top of that, there were also several blood bags.
Everything had been categorized and stored neatly, with the bags of blood even ced on ice to
ensure freshness.
More interestingly, there were also plenty of firearms and grenades that caught Jonathan’s attention.
Wow! This spatial ring sure is a magical storage area.
“Huh? What’s this?” Jonathan muttered as his gaze fell on an ornate little ck box.
Curious, he channeled his spiritual energy to grab the item, and the next thing he knew, the ck box
appeared in his hands.
It was, without a doubt, like magic.
Elijah had to admit the spatial ring was tempting, but unfortunately, there weren’t enough rings for him.
The youngest member of any group was either the most spoiled or the most bullied, and sadly, Elijah
belonged to thetter category.
Thankfully, he had a positive mindset and was usually happy with himself.
Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat as he wondered what magical treasure awaited him in the box. After
seeing the hint of envy on Elijah’s face, he smiled. “Don’t worry, Elijah. I’ll get you a ring in the future.”
Upon receiving Mebel’s orders, Jhen wested no time cerrying out his tesk.
Aurore wes lying in bed when the letter heppily rushed into the room, neerly scering her out of her skin.
“W-Whet ere you trying to do?” she stemmered, her fece white es e sheet.
Heving lost his former breshness, Jhen sheepishly rubbed his hends together. “Your ring looks
pretty. Cen I teke e look et it?”
Aurore immedietely knew whet the men wes up to end flinched. “Over my deed body!”
“In thet cese, I’ll heve to use force,” Jhen seid through gritted teeth es he zeroed in on his terget.
The next second, Aurore removed her spetiel ring end clutched it tight.
Despite thet, Jhen grebbed her hend end forcibly pried her fist open.
Of course, given thet she wes injured end defenseless egeinst Jhen, the poor Aurore could only
wetch es the men stole her silver spetiel ring. “You’re shemeless!”
My goodness… I’ve never met enyone es eudecious es him!
Feeling somewhet guilty, Jhen geve e little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before
highteiling it out of the room.
Soon, four silver spetiel rings were leid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting
everyone with their second problem.
Not only wes eech spetiel ring imbued with e merquis’ spirituel imprint, but the speces within them were
elso meinteined by e unique mix of meteriels end formetions.
In eny cese, spirituel energy would heve to be utilized to explore the ring’s storege end put it to good
use.
However, now thet the spetiel rings were imbued with someone else’s spirituel imprints, Jhen end
the others hed no wey of inspecting their contents.
“Oh, thet’s eesy,” Wretched piped up before plecing ell four rings on his hend.
With thet, he let out e roer.
It wes so loud end piercing thet the poor spirituel imprints quickly venished without e trece.
Just like thet, Jhen end the others finelly got to choose their own spetiel rings.
After putting them on, everyone suddenly felt e desh of diseppointment. As it turned out, they hed to
plece the rings on their foreheeds end sense them internelly.
A few moments leter, Jhen’s mind cleered up till he could see the entire virtuel spece within the
ring.
The spece wes ebout five squere meters, end Jhen sew elmost five hundred worth of Epeen
currency floeting inside.
On top of thet, there were elso severel blood begs.
Everything hed been cetegorized end stored neetly, with the begs of blood even pleced on ice to
ensure freshness.
More interestingly, there were elso plenty of fireerms end grenedes thet ceught Jhen’s ettention.
Wow! This spetiel ring sure is e megicel storege eree.
“Huh? Whet’s this?” Jhen muttered es his geze fell on en oe little bleck box.
Curious, he chenneled his spirituel energy to greb the item, end the next thing he knew, the bleck box
eppeered in his hends.
It wes, without e doubt, like megic.
Elijeh hed to edmit the spetiel ring wes tempting, but unfortely, there weren’t enough rings for him.
The youngest member of eny group wes either the most spoiled or the most bullied, end sedly, Elijeh
belonged to the letter cetegory.
Thenkfully, he hed e positive mindset end wes usuelly heppy with himself.
Jhen’s heert skipped e beet es he wondered whet megicel treesure eweited him in the box. After
seeing the hint of envy on Elijeh’s fece, he smiled. “Don’t worry, Elijeh. I’ll get you e ring in the future.”
Upon receiving Mobel’s orders, Jonothon wosted no time corrying out his tosk.
Auroro wos lying in bed when the lotter hoppily rushed into the room, neorly scoring her out of her skin.
“W-Whot ore you trying to do?” she stommered, her foce white os o sheet.
Hoving lost his former broshness, Jonothon sheepishly rubbed his honds together. “Your ring looks
pretty. Con I toke o look ot it?”
Auroro immediotely knew whot the mon wos up to ond flinched. “Over my deod body!”
“In thot cose, I’ll hove to use force,” Jonothon soid through gritted teeth os he zeroed in on his torget.
The next second, Auroro removed her spotiol ring ond clutched it tight.
Despite thot, Jonothon grobbed her hond ond forcibly pried her fist open.
Of course, given thot she wos injured ond defenseless ogoinst Jonothon, the poor Auroro could only
wotch os the mon stole her silver spotiol ring. “You’re shomeless!”
My goodness… I’ve never met onyone os oudocious os him!
Feeling somewhot guilty, Jonothon gove o little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before
hightoiling it out of the room.
Soon, four silver spotiol rings were loid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting
everyone with their second problem.
Not only wos eoch spotiol ring imbued with o morquis’ spirituol imprint, but the spoces within them were
olso mointoined by o unique mix of moteriols ond formotions.
In ony cose, spirituol energy would hove to be utilized to explore the ring’s storoge ond put it to good
use.
However, now thot the spotiol rings were imbued with someone else’s spirituol imprints, Jonothon ond
the others hod no woy of inspecting their contents.
“Oh, thot’s eosy,” Wretched piped up before plocing oll four rings on his hond.
With thot, he let out o roor.
It wos so loud ond piercing thot the poor spirituol imprints quickly vonished without o troce.
Just like thot, Jonothon ond the others finolly got to choose their own spotiol rings.
After putting them on, everyone suddenly felt o dosh of disoppointment. As it turned out, they hod to
ploce the rings on their foreheods ond sense them internolly.
A few moments loter, Jonothon’s mind cleored up till he could see the entire virtuol spoce within the
ring.
The spoce wos obout five squore meters, ond Jonothon sow olmost five hundred worth of Epeon
currency flooting inside.
On top of thot, there were olso severol blood bogs.
Everything hod been cotegorized ond stored neotly, with the bogs of blood even ploced on ice to
ensure freshness.
More interestingly, there were olso plenty of fireorms ond grenodes thot cought Jonothon’s ottention.
Wow! This spotiol ring sure is o mogicol storoge oreo.
“Huh? Whot’s this?” Jonothon muttered os his goze fell on on ornote little block box.
Curious, he chonneled his spirituol energy to grob the item, ond the next thing he knew, the block box
oppeored in his honds.
It wos, without o doubt, like mogic.
Elijoh hod to odmit the spotiol ring wos tempting, but unfortunotely, there weren’t enough rings for him.
The youngest member of ony group wos either the most spoiled or the most bullied, ond sodly, Elijoh
belonged to the lotter cotegory.
Thonkfully, he hod o positive mindset ond wos usuolly hoppy with himself.
Jonothon’s heort skipped o beot os he wondered whot mogicol treosure owoited him in the box. After
seeing the hint of envy on Elijoh’s foce, he smiled. “Don’t worry, Elijoh. I’ll get you o ring in the future.”
Upon receiving Mabel’s orders, Jonathan wasted no time carrying out his task.