Chapter 634 (2/2)

Finding information about what had happened before didn’t seem likely, but Randidly still had hopes that the true powers in this world would know something relevant. The powerful Styles in the Central Domain had existed since the origin of the different Schools beneath the Tassle of the Spearman. They were not casual organizations.

All of this simply meant Randidly would be busy. So he took advantage of this break and spent the next four hours sitting silently with the Skill activated. Luckily, Sergeant Platton’s party seemed extremely drained, because they still hadn’t left their quarters by the time Randidly finished with the Skill. With a shocked expression, Randidly looked down at the item he obtained after the four hours.

The Amber Fruit of Dignity Lvl 1: One of the five fruits of the Forest of Enmity. For every day that passes, will increase in Level by 1. Consumption will result in certain permanent benefits to the consumer. Benefits increase with Level. At Level 100, it becomes possible to inherit certain traits from the original creator of the fruit. As it is the Fruit of the Forest of Enmity, there is a deep unwillingness within the fruit. Eating will cause a certain amount of interference with the System of the Nexus. Consume at your own risk.

Randidly frowned as he looked down to the small fruit in his hand. It looked like a golden strawberry and glistened in the light from their fire. Honestly, he had more questions now than he did before he used the Skill. The Skill Level had gone up by 1, which was nice, but there wasn’t really an effective way to figure out the effect of the fruit.

Aside from eating it, of course.

Randidly popped the thing into his mouth. It was surprisingly chewy and sour, almost as if it really wasn’t truly ripe as of yet. What Randidly was actually interested in was the traits that someone could eat that would inherit from him, but…

As the creator, certain benefits provided by the fruit are no longer applicable. The benefits applied to you are reduced by 50%. Certain synergies were ignored.

Congratulations! Your Stamina has increased by 10.

Still, this was a good haul, Randidly thought as he rubbed his chin. Attribute increases were valuable. 10 was the value at Level 1, with a 50% reduction. Plus the other, blocked effects could make such things even more valuable. It seemed like Randidly’s fluids were becoming more and more valuable.

Unfortunately, Sergeant Platton appeared after only a single hour into his next Skill, so Randidly could only release it with a sigh. There would be other chances eventually. Besides, relying on such things weren’t a way to true strength. At Randidly’s Level, a little bit more of an Attribute was only so valuable. Sharpening his Skill utilization was much more important.

“I have to admit, I had heard rumors about you.” Sergeant Platton began. As he spoke, his eyes went over to Silo and lingered there. “It was for that reason only that I departed to take advantage of the opponents’ weakness before you had arrived. But your capabilities today proved me wrong. Thank you.”

“Please, we are at war.” Silo said with a manly nod. “There is no need to stand on ceremony. You were doing your best to fight against the Wights; if anything we should be thanking you.”

Azriel rolled her eyes, but Sergeant Platton seemed somewhat touched.

“Heh, maybe it isn’t true that all of our youngsters have no idea about respect… well then. As a reward, here.” Sergeant Platton produced a brightly glowing Soulstone. “We Sergeants were given these Soulstones ahead of time to gather a bit of a reward… take 100 souls each for your assistance.”

The light filtered out and into their individual stones. The light of Sergeant Platton’s Soulstone barely dimmed at all. This seemed strange to Randidly. It had made more sense now how the rich Styles could benefit their youth by giving them stronger Sergeants. A better Sergeant meant more rewards.

But based upon the fact it hadn’t dimmed after sending away 400 lives… wasn’t Sergeant Platton surprisingly capable?

“I’ll cut right to the chase,” Sergeant Platton said. “I believe that a nearby island is being converted into a Poison Maw in preparation to launch an offensive on the Central Domain. But we need proof. If you can help me find that… the rest of the souls I have gathered can be yours.”