Mask fragments!
When he left the dungeon world, he had grabbed several larger mask fragments, but now his left hand was empty.
The mask fragments had vanished!
Qin Ran immediately opened the system notifications and carefully reviewed every single one.
Nothing!
Even after checking all the way back to before he entered the [Ancient Invasion] dungeon, Qin Ran found no notification related to the mask fragments.
"Where did they go?"
"Did the system 'reclaim' them?"
"Or..."
Qin Ran thought of something and immediately narrowed his eyes.
He released his Perception.
The faint spark in his mind flared to life.
It illuminated every part of his body.
His muscles, blood vessels, internal organs, bones, and even marrow all fell within that illumination.
Then, beneath the skin of his left hand, he discovered something unusual.
In the center of his left palm.
There was a black dot.
A black dot that stood out sharply.
It was like an ink stain splashed across a sheet of white rice paper.
Qin Ran smiled coldly.
The next moment—whoosh!
Demon Flame ignited in his left hand.
It burned the air above his hand, and it also burned the black dot in his palm.
The control was precise down to the finest detail.
After his Spirit reached V-, Qin Ran had naturally learned this method of control. It was like a child who had grown up and could effortlessly lift something that had once been too heavy.
There was no need to learn it.
It was simply growth.
But that growth had exceeded the expectations of that persistent stalker.
"AAAAAH!"
"How could you discover me?!"
"Impossible!"
The instant Demon Flame touched the black dot, miserable screams rang out as the dot rapidly melted away.
At the same time, Qin Ran felt a faint hunger rise within him.