The Broken Cycle 7

47: Shattered Cycle 7

Misunderstandings really did breed more misunderstandings.

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What Ian had just said was truly nothing more than the simplest warning based on the facts.

This was the outer edge of the slumbering core of the Old Ones. Even he had to proceed with caution here. For three adventurers who had not even reached Legendary rank—one of whom was a deeply corrupted burden—following him in was no different from jumping straight into the core of a star.

The danger was not merely physical. It was a hopeless situation where their minds and very existence could be utterly contaminated, twisted, and assimilated. Ian's warning had absolutely come from a place of goodwill.

However.

Perhaps because his deliberately profound gaze had been mistaken for coldness, Ian's image became somewhat distorted in the eyes of Saruman and the others.

Who at Hogwarts did not know that Ian Prince was a good man? When Ian said, "You really shouldn't have followed me in," he had truly meant exactly that—a lament and a warning in the most literal sense.

In his unrestrained inner theater, his line right now should have been: "Guys, did you wander onto the wrong set? This is the entrance to the ultimate dungeon boss room, not the exit of the beginner village! And you even brought along a teammate who's about to mutate—aren't you just delivering yourselves? Three in one package, too!"

But he had crossed through so many eras, and his chuunibyou tendencies had made him accustomed to maintaining that cold, inscrutable, keep-your-distance Legendary persona before others. So all those complaints could only churn in his heart, while his face remained as frosty as ever. Mainly because it was convenient and scared off most trouble.

Yet now, it had become part of the cause behind this