stowed both the magic core and the Beast
head into his backpack the Beast ball
was not excessively large barely
surpassing 4 m in height however its
head was indeed weighty approximately 50
lb yet for yio who had already undergone
his second transition this weight was
trivial he glanced down at his armor now
stained with blood his Violet armor had
become tattered and unrecognizable
having worn it for so long it was time
for a replacement the set previously
commissioned from The Hobbit should be
ready by now the market now has an
abundance of solar and lunar Essence
icho had acquired a bit though not
enough to forge an entire set ultimately
he had to exhaust his accumulated game
currency to purchase enough from others
to barely assemble a complete set as for
game currency it no longer held
importance after all money spin is what
truly counts if one cannot convert
wealth into Power then no amount of
riches holds value this is eo's
principle moreover the market price for
solar and lunar Essence is not
exorbitant as this material is extracted
from the bellies of the Sun and Moon
wolves each can yield over 10 lb they
are as sturdy as ores exhibiting a
crystalline structure solar Essence is
warm akin to glowing iron while lunar
Essence is cool resembling ice when
combined and forged they create solar
lunar Essence iron the strongest
equipment available to players at this
stage naturally the death Calamity armor
worn by the king of hell is an exception
that set is crafted from Celestial black
meteorite with the helmet being of
legendary quality while the other pieces
arms legs and feet are all of Epic
quality that armor would suffice even at
the 10th layer alas it remains in the
possession of the king of Hell who is
likely engaging in a game of Hide and
Seek in reality ichio shook his head
preparing to inflict a self-inflicted
wound and exit he had no desire to
navigate the foggy Forest that would be
sheer self torture point1 player had
even become lost for seven or eight days
here ultimately starving to death
therefore ichio had no intention of
seeking a way out the 10 years of sole
lifespan dropped by the Beast upon death
would adequately offset the penalties
for this demise just as ichio raised his
sword to his neck a sudden formless hand
gripped his blade whoosh the mist of the
foggy Forest surged dramatically as if
some intangible entity was slowly
coalescing within the fog each felt his
sword held fast immovable and in that
instant he comprehended the gravity of
the situation damn it that creature has
arrived just when I feared it how
unfortunate that it awakens at this very
moment clenching his teeth icho
gradually lowered his sword and spoke in
a peculiar tone the language he employed
was strange neither the language of the
green wyverns nor any terrestrial tongue
it was a dialect of the ancient tongue
he had learned during his past life in a
tutoring class namely a simplified
version of the ancient gods language I
Harbor no malicious intent in Awakening
you I beseech you to allow me to perish
without holding me accountable for my
existence as a mere insect upon uttering
these words two formless eyes
materialized within the Mist at that
moment an array of indistinct sounds
reverberated around him the language was
peculiar closely resembling that which
ichio had spoken yet with subtle
differences the system was unable to
automatically trans trans at this
language leaving icho to rely on his
limited understanding of the simplified
ancient God's language to attempt a
translation M name is the lord of the
Mist I am one of the nine Elemental
sovereigns and a law of this realm why
have you come here who are you and how
is it that you speak the tongue of the
Ancients icho discerned the general
meaning but could not ascertain its