ushernet Chapter 663: Subtle Preparations To Venture Into The Dungeon
Chapter 663: Subtle Preparations To Venture Into The Dungeon
Chapter 663: Subtle Preparations To Venture Into The Dungeon
This situation was not exactly as exciting as one would expect. In fact, over the past couple of days, Northern had gotten used to seeing several talents like that pop up.
Northern, with an interesting look on his face, decided to study deeper. Upon looking in the direction of the boy that stood opposite him-a part of his bone tearing out of his skin and extending to grab a book-more information appeared before his eyes.
[Profile]
Name: [Ishaar Blaze]
True Name: [Fragmented Flame]
Attributes: [Son of the Blaze]
Soul Rank: [Nomad]
Soul Core Saturation: [Mid]
Talent: [Tearing Blaze]
Talent Class: [C]
Talent Ability: [Extension], [Rip], [Rip & Extension]
[Description]
Extension: [The bones gain an elastic quality and can stretch to a certain limit]
Rip: [The user can rip out the bone through the skin without sustaining any injury]
Rip & Extension: [The user can rip out his bones and extend them while still maintaining their rigidity]
Northern thought for a while and decided against copying it.
Over the past few days, Northern had encountered several talents; some he had copied, some he did not copy, just like this one. The reason being...
...as much as he wanted to copy as many talents as he could own, he didn't want to set out copying talents that would serve him no use in the future.
He had, after all, seen a certain future of the beast.
Every one of his summons presently, he had a plan for and was going to take it one after the other.
The only thing he needed the dungeon for himself was talent fragments farming. Northern preferred to fight real calamity rifts than improvised ones.
Besides, he would be too busy with the Starchasers and the coming Milhwa Festival anyway; it was high time he started to gain passive income.
Moreover, he was keen on the ten plagues these days. He had also tried to search the library for information on rifts, particularly those kinds of rifts, but found nothing. Absolutely
nothing.
It made him even more sure that not all the records of knowledge were being kept in the library. Although he was still going to check upper floors, he had every reason to suspect that the library had an underground floor.
Northern casually walked out of the library, three days after walking in. He squared his shoulders and took every step with screaming confidence.
People, however, still stared at him with disgust on their faces; in fact, right now, it seemed intensified more than before.
The office had a nice bathroom, so he didn't also have to worry about how he smelled.
All those minute things like his neatly groomed-even though slightly tousled-hair, smooth and flawless pale face, and his dark but lovely eyes, all came together to plunge his confidence level to the heavens.
Of course, his level of strength and confidence that this school was beneath him also reflected in every stride he took.
Perhaps he was too proud and someone would wreck the height of his pride and shatter it, who knew? But who would dare?
Northern suddenly, in the middle of the walkway, paused, a small frown creasing his
forehead.
He lowered his head, slightly trembling.
'What is this? How can it be?'
His eyes widened, trembling. A moment later, a small grin crept onto his face, with a
menacing glow in his eyes.