I haven't eaten anyone in 900 years

The dazzling light vanished in an instant.

The dull blade crumbled away with it.

Just like Hatred, the name of Hetch's Curse's attribute, once hatred faded, everything became hollow and desolate, turning to dust.

But when its wielder harbored no hatred, all that remained was delight.

Especially when Qin Ran saw a skill book glowing purple appear on Hostdier's corpse. He could barely contain his joy.

Although it was a special-tier skill, its level was unknown, and its quality and usefulness were even harder to judge.

Still, as Qin Ran understood it, special-tier skills were never weak.

If they seemed weak, it was only because no one had found the right way to use them.

Besides, how weak could a skill dropped by an enemy of Hostdier's caliber possibly be?

But Qin Ran did not let his delight distract him from what he needed to do.

Clink!

Qin Ran pulled the pin from the last grenade he had brought into this dungeon world and threw it at Hostdier's subordinates, who were preparing to lift the Bronze Giant Coffin.

None of them reacted in time.

The relentless fighting and mental strain had put considerable pressure even on Hostdier.

Let alone his far weaker subordinates.

They only came to their senses after Hostdier fell.

By then, the grenade had already landed at their feet.

Boom!

Amid the explosion, Force Field Shields and magical armor flashed into existence.

But the blast swallowed them immediately.

Figures flew through the air.

This result caught Qin Ran by surprise.

His original plan had been to hinder Hostdier's subordinates so he could retrieve the heart inside the Bronze Giant Coffin.

The fighting they've been through was far fiercer than I imagined!

That's the only explanation for their Force Field Shields and magical armor becoming so fragile!

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