[Kill a Bronze Tier enemy in battle and gain 650 Public XP points]

"I still feel that the experience is a little less......"

Annan sighed, and put the boning knife that was still dripping blood back into his satchel without wiping.

Let's grieve Brother Hammer.

Hopefully, it won't think that the blood of the kitchen knife is half of the sacrifice......

Otherwise, it may hold its head up and open its mouth for most of the week, and it will not be able to eat the bones.

The devil knows whose blood it belongs to, and whose bones should be used to match it.

It's just that after Justin died, there were several curses he left behind, and Annan really didn't want to absorb them.

Because their price is too heavy for Annan:

"Overload hunger (perpetual type): No matter how much food is stored in the abdomen, if you are injured once, you will inevitably fall into a state of extreme hunger after an hour."

"Pain loss (perpetuation): 95% reduction in pain perception."

"Breaking out of the trap (taboo type): Do not lose consciousness in a restrained state."

"Death is a dream (taboo type): after being seriously injured, do not dream."

Except for the "pain loss", which didn't seem to be a serious punishment, Annan didn't want to accept the other curses.

The spell of "breaking out" may seem harsh, but it's entirely possible that it will be triggered unconsciously; And "death is a dream" is obviously suitable for those who have the ability to heal themselves or control dreams.

The cost of "overload hunger" is indeed not serious for Annan today. But spells can be brought into nightmares.

Its side effects in the Nightmare copy immediately became very serious-

Its price, translated into words, is to say that "after an hour of fighting, it must be recharged". However, the environment in the Nightmare Dungeon is quite special, and it is entirely possible that you will not be able to resupply after being injured......

Compared to this price, the positive bonus effect it brings to Annan can only be regarded as the icing on the cake.

“…… Well, it's up to you. ”

Annan made up his mind.

He removed the slender women's ring from Justin's hand and removed his bearer, the bronze bracelet.

Annan followed Salvatore's example, resting his left hand on his bronze bracelet and his right hand on the ring, and whispered:

"I set a spell herein.

"I will inherit the oath you have made and bear the curse you have carried......"

At this moment, Annan was in a trance.

He suddenly felt his vision widen a lot, as if he were accommodating himself in another body...... It's like watching a CG movie, and you can't move.

Annan looked down slightly, noticing what appeared to be the body of an adult woman.

Her left arm appeared to be broken, but Annan didn't feel the slightest pain. She was desperately gasping for breath as she slowly retreated backwards.

And slowly approaching in front of her eyes was Justin, who had just been killed by Annan.

He moved his wrist for a moment, an ambiguous smile appeared on his face, but his right hand gradually clenched into a fist.

"It won't hurt, Mrs. Nettie. I think that would be comfortable. ”

Justin chuckled, his face full of cruelty, about a dozen years younger than now: "And, if I'm not mistaken...... You don't feel pain, do you? ”

Then he took a step forward and punched "Annan" in the chin.

Annan only felt a wooden feeling in his jaw, and then felt a faintness in front of him, and the whole person fell softly and lost consciousness-

But before she could lose consciousness, the thumb of her right hand suddenly broke her right index finger with a sudden force.

Then, an extremely fiery, devastating heat rose from her right arm, enveloping her surroundings completely—

After that, the scene went dark.

…… This is supposed to be the memory of the witch named "Nettie" when she died.

Annan made an inference.

The next moment, Annan's eyes bloomed again.

His perspective rises to a top-down perspective that resembles God's perspective.

I saw a female wizard of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with curly brown hair, standing alone in the wilderness.

Her hair was tied up and pulled from the left side to her chest, and her expression was a little nervous.

In front of her was an altar with three tables and three boxes. Annan's perspective was above that altar.

I saw that she was reaching for one of the boxes...... On the box, there is an image of a woman with a calm face.

The next moment, she realized.

She whispered:

"From now on, I will carry [pain loss]."

Annan also followed her, chanting synchronously.

The next moment, the picture in front of him suddenly cracked.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the ring in his hand was cracked. A red glow rose up, circled in the air a few times, and then flew out in a southwesterly direction.

Faintly, Annan heard a grateful voice sound:

"Thank you, thank you......"

After hearing that voice, Annan was suddenly stunned.

…… What is it?

Soul?

Seeing this scene, Annan suddenly recalled-

It was only after Salvatore had absorbed the spell and the remaining curse had turned into a nightmare that Gerald's corpse had begun to change.

Well, the corpse that was taken away from the bearer...... What will happen?

No, is it true that those transcendents who are killed by hunters will never be able to rest in peace? They didn't actually die...... Instead, imprisoned in a ring, using his own soul as a "fingerprint" to use a spell instead of a hunter?

Such a thought suddenly popped into Annan's head.

And in front of his eyes, a belated system prompt gradually flashed.

But it wasn't he who got the hint of the new spell:

It was a large, blood-red line with a somewhat scribbled handwriting:

【Curse Severed - Prisoner of the Hunter】

The next moment, the remaining two rings also burst.

But perhaps because the curse hadn't been sucked clean, it wasn't red light that came out of the ring, but black smoke similar to Gerald's.

They also circled around the room before leaving.

Annan also had strange auditory hallucinations ringing in his ears...... But they didn't thank Annan, but as if they had some kind of obsession:

"I'm going to kill him, Justin...... I'm going to kill him......"

"Mr. Nottdam, I'm sorry......"

Then, it was Annan who got a hint of the new spell:

[Spell Binding: Pain Loss (Perpetual Type): Pain perception is reduced by 95%. 】

Very simple and clean, with only one line of introduction.

The cost and the function are completely combined, and for Annan, this price is almost non-existent.

Ordinary human beings need pain as a reminder, just like they will feel pain when they are close to fire, and it will hurt if they are cut by a knife. This is to remind the owner to "stay out of danger".

But Annan is different.

He has lost his negative emotions himself, but he can still live, fight, and study normally, relying on his "common sense".

He's more like a machine driven by common sense and experience.

There is no need for painful vigilance - Annan thinks that his understanding and judgment of human beings are more acute and excellent than that.

And he himself, of course, can be considered human.