As a bridgehead into the Underground World, Stone City now held more than five thousand Bronze-tier and above creatures.
The harsh environment meant these underground creatures were generally quite strong. After all, the weak had died.
The next morning, O'dor returned to Stone City.
"Lord O'dor, you've worked hard."
"For my teacher, and of course, for myself as well." A smile appeared on O'dor's face as he replied gently.
Velin felt no aversion to those words. He was no Child of Destiny; no one would fall to their knees in worship just upon seeing him.
The best way to motivate someone was, naturally, to let him work for himself.
Back then, Velin had promised O'dor twenty percent of the Underground World's revenues.
Now that he had reunited with Velin's aunt, Velin guessed O'dor was undoubtedly working hard for his future family.
"Did you make the thing we discussed two years ago?"
"I already have a finished product." O'dor took out a palm-sized magical device and explained to Velin, "I call this magical equipment Mind Distortion. It can distort the consciousness of professionals below Gold, but its drawback is obvious. During operation, it damages the target's soul and shortens their lifespan."
"By my estimate, it cuts the lifespan of Silver-tier professionals by fifty percent, Bronze-tier professionals by thirty percent, and Apprentice-level professionals and ordinary creatures by only ten percent."
"This thing also has another drawback: it locks their potential. Any creature subjected to Mind Distortion will never be able to advance again for the rest of its life."
As O'dor explained, he watched Velin's expression, trying to gauge his thoughts.
If Velin intended to use it elsewhere, O'dor would destroy all records concerning Mind Distortion. He could not allow this thing to spread, and he would make Velin forget this memory,