Arthur reflexively shook his left hand.
At that moment, he felt as though his left index finger had touched the steam rising from a boiling kettle.
Hot!
That was Arthur's first sensation.
Then came the chill.
Not in his finger, but at the back of his neck.
It was as though someone stood behind him, blowing on his neck.
[Death Intuition] immediately began flashing.
Arthur lunged forward a step, pressed himself against the inside of the Washroom stall door, then spun around and threw a hook.
His fist hit nothing.
There was nothing behind Arthur except the Washroom wall.
But as he threw that punch, the temperature of the [Balanced Blood Ring] on his left index finger rapidly dropped.
Within just two breaths, it returned to normal.
[Death Intuition] stopped flashing at the same time.
Throughout it all, nothing behind him had changed.
Or rather...
Something had changed, but he could not see it.
The flashing of [Death Intuition] was the best proof!
Besides, his intuition told him that something really had been behind him just now-according to the mystical side, the higher one's spirituality, the more one should trust one's intuition!
The [Balanced Blood Ring]... balance! Not immunity!
At that moment, Arthur gained a deeper understanding of the [Balanced Blood Ring] and [Spirituality].
Increasing his spirituality was even more dangerous than he had imagined.
Previously, when he had increased his spirituality by just 0.1, there had still been a grace period before he encountered those unknown horrors. After another increase of 0.1, there was no grace period at all.
The danger was practically multiplying.
Without the [Balanced Blood Ring], he would probably have been in serious trouble.
Even if he used every means at his disposal, he might only barely have survived.
He might even have been done for