Sean's call received no response. The malice here had completely gone dormant, no longer trying to create obstacles for him.
"Shit..." Sean cursed, his face full of regret. "We've barely even started. I can still take it!"
However, no matter how much he anticipated the malice's arrival, no more traps appeared before the end.
"Ugh... This is the first time I've ever looked forward to someone screwing me over..."
Sean sighed and looked toward his system panel.
Ancient Runes Talent: 10+8+5 (Weeping begins to echo, and wailing finally rises. Someone has returned to where he belongs, and both the world and you have realized it. However, every gift comes at a price. What, exactly, is all this?)
The middle number had become 8, representing Sean's Ancient Runes Talent in the real world. Even after losing 10 points upon leaving the illusion, he still possessed a talent of 8+5.
Setting everything else aside, those extra four points of Ancient Runes Talent alone had made this trial worthwhile—though calling it an admission price did not seem quite right. It should have been called the reward of an adventure.
Sean shook his head and let out a long breath. The bloodlust in his eyes gradually faded as well.
During the trial of the soul, he had been unable to let the Pride within him consume his negative emotions. The powerful killing intent required for the Killing Curse had still affected him considerably.
However, Sean's mind was resilient enough, and coupled with the joy of receiving such a great gift, he forcibly suppressed that killing intent.
"Whew..." Sean exhaled deeply, then looked toward the exit.
This time, he did not need to worry about it being a trap. What he needed to worry about was... how he was supposed to obtain that