Couldn't Refine a Damn Thing, Lost Eight Teeth Instead (Monthly Votes, Please)

Evan's eyes widened. "What? Black Sun's Wings have an effect that incredible?"

Dick nodded, his expression grave as he continued.

"The three of us started out in professions with a low ceiling. Our Beyonder Characteristics generally weren't planned out."

"A Master can fuse them successfully, sure. But when it comes to forming a domain, some Characteristics still clash badly and cause adverse reactions even after fusion."

"So if a Mage, Witch, or Demon Hunter wants to advance further and become a Lord, they need to obtain certain special Characteristics."

A hint of longing appeared on Dick's face. "The legendary Black Sun Characteristic is a rare Beyonder Characteristic granted directly by the favor of a God."

"Its nature stands opposite the sun and moon, and it possesses the Authority to bear and fuse other things."

"They say that fully mastering Black Sun's Wings not only makes you tougher and lets you fly!"

"You can also use those wings to bear Characteristics that were previously difficult to combine and fuse them perfectly."

"That drastically reduces the difficulty of becoming a Master or a Lord."

Hearing all this, Evan hurriedly turned his head away to hide the corners of his mouth, which refused to stay down.

"What's wrong?" Dick asked.

Evan kept the back of his head toward Dick. "I'm checking whether anyone's eavesdropping!"

Dick gave him a thumbs-up. "That's my good brother! Always on guard!"

"We do need to be careful. This is top-secret information that countless people would give anything to learn!"

A note of wonder entered his voice. "I only stumbled across an ancient record while grave rob—doing archaeology."

Evan nodded, suppressing a laugh. "I get it. You were conducting preventative anti-grave-robbing work."

Dick's eyes lit up at Evan's precise, professional phrasing, and he nodded repeatedly. "Exactly!"

"Preventative anti-grave-robbing work...