Fang Mo: I'd Even Torture Myself!

Even at the very end.

Fang Mo had not personally laid a hand on Kelly.

But even so, that vicious woman had ultimately paid a terrible price.

Fang Mo was no longer short on money, so whether he enhanced equipment or not did not really matter... But there were still many adventurers on the Arad Continent struggling just to get by.

They had painstakingly saved every last coin they could scrape together and handed it all over to Kelly.

That money should have bought a cold beer to soothe the weariness of the road, a gift for the girl they liked, a more decent dinner... or perhaps an alchemical potion that could save their lives at a critical moment.

But for the beautiful dream of "enhancing equipment."

All of it had shattered like a bubble.

That despicable woman Kelly had not only taken their money, but also destroyed their equipment... It was like smashing their rice bowls and then casually slapping them across the face.

Among the adventurers who had come to watch the excitement.

There were quite a few Ghost Swordsmen.

The reason these people were called Ghost Swordsmen was because of the Kazan Plague.

Those affected by the Kazan Plague suffered deformities in their arms and descended into berserk madness. Many Ghost Swordsmen had accidentally killed the people they loved most because of it, destroying their families and losing their wives and children, leaving them no choice but to shoulder their weapons and wander the land.

And Berserkers were the most outstanding among them.

Once they lost their reason, they recognized neither kin nor friend and became completely insane.

Now that Kelly's enhancement scam had been exposed, they too realized they had been deceived. In that instant, countless bursts of rage erupted, their blood energy churning like a