Curses and the First Round of Confrontation

Benjamin shook his head on the ground.

The gesture was more instinct than anything else.

With his current physical constitution, even if he free-fell from an altitude of ten thousand meters without any protection and crashed into this dead-silent land, at most he would kick up a ring of dust. His skin would not even be scraped.

What was more, only the innermost Return to Void Armor had been shattered in that instant.

Although the seven outer shields had been structurally damaged by the powerful elemental turbulence, they had already repaired themselves by seventy or eighty percent before he hit the ground, buffering the impact to a negligible degree.

He rose to his feet. A little grayish-white dust clung to his gray Wizard Robe, standing out sharply beneath the dim light of the sky.

Benjamin's first reaction was to look around warily.

There was no trace of enemies within his field of vision. Quite a few Noren Workshop wizards high above had seen Benjamin's condition and were rapidly descending while maintaining their guard.

But clearly, judging from their reactions, they had not found any trace of the enemy either.

And it was not merely the enemy's traces. Even residual energy fluctuations were so faint they were nearly impossible to detect—aside from that nauseating aftertaste of malice still lingering in the air, like rotting innards mixed with rust.

It seemed the enemy had not attacked directly.

Benjamin frowned and sank his consciousness into his body.

That protective power which had erupted at the final instant...

There was no doubt about it. It had been the Mystic Gang Mortal Dust Barrier.

Benjamin quickly reviewed what had happened.

The Mystic Gang Mortal Dust Barrier was specifically designed to deal with curses, prophecies, mental interference, and illusions.

Among the seven layers of protection, the