Scarlet Sorcery

Roland slapped the muddy water in frustration, closed the news, and quickly looked up the Spirit Network's rules and recommended posts for beginners.

Messaging, news, forums, knowledge, quests, novels, music, games, shops, delivery, spell services, teleportation services, Live Projection, medical services, daily services, loans, Dream Training...

"Loans. I need a loan!"

He immediately applied for the maximum amount.

But as a registered Professional, he did not qualify for an interest-free loan.

After evaluating him, the Spirit Network offered him only a low-interest loan of 500 Spirit Coins, at an annual rate of 5.5%.

"Borrow it!"

With a clatter of coins, 500 Spirit Coins appeared in his account.

"I'm going to live, haha... cough..."

He choked on a mouthful of dirty water and quickly shut his mouth, his expression sobering.

Bracing himself with his hands, he managed to sit up. In the rippling shallows, he could faintly make out a handsome, haggard face. His shoulder-length hair was soaked with muddy water and clung in tangled strands to his scalp and cheeks.

He tipped back his head and laughed silently. His eyes flashed, and his exaggerated expression betrayed a fierce, feverish mix of excitement and madness.

After a long while, he calmed down. He lifted both feet, pulled off his leather boots, and tossed them out of the pit. Then he stood and climbed the relatively gentle, dry northern slope.

He put his boots back on, gazed behind him for a moment, then turned toward the dense forest.

"I can't spend these Spirit Coins carelessly. Teleportation would only save me for now..."

He was cautious by nature and soon recognized the risk behind the loan.

Without a sensible plan, he probably would not be able to repay it in a year.

He was grateful to the Spirit Network for saving his life,