"System, how much gold is needed to upgrade a Level 2 skill to Level 3?"
Seeing the system's eager attitude, Ur felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.
Having money feels so good!
[Replying to Host Daddy, to upgrade a Level 2 skill to Level 3, a total of 1,000 gold coins is required.]
"How much!?" Ur's heart skipped a beat the moment he read the panel. He couldn't breathe, his whole body frozen.
Damn it!
One thousand gold coins?
Why not just go rob it yourself?!
[Replying to Host Daddy, upgrading a Level 2 skill to Level 3 costs a total of 1,000 gold coins. Would you like to upgrade immediately?]
Same template, same font. But this time, the words radiated a completely different tone.
Seeing this, Ur couldn't help but imagine a sly fox-system grinning mischievously at him. His previous good mood evaporated instantly!
Ever since upgrading Lava Body, Ur had noticed a small flaw in the system's gacha.
The passive abilities gained were indeed strong, but most were only basic talents. To fully utilize them, Ur would need to spend a lot of time training. Moreover, the more passive abilities he accumulated, the more they could eventually become a burden. Combine that with the system's absurdly unpredictable randomness, and Ur was convinced: having a lot of low-level passives was of little use. Right now, he needed top-tier skills, especially in this situation.
"System, upgrade Behemoth's Power for me!"
[Are you sure you want to upgrade the skill Behemoth's Power?]
"Yes! Wait—no, hold on!" Just as Ur confirmed, he suddenly remembered something and tried to stop the system, but it was too late.
The moment he finished speaking, a black-hole-like image flashed across the system panel. A beam of light shot out, piercing straight into Ur's body.
Then, a pain so intense it felt like every bone in his body had been crushed, ripped through him. Ur's eyes bulged. A horrendous, inhuman scream escaped his throat before he collapsed onto the ground, contorting in agony, veins bulging across his forehead, curling into a tight ball.
Singer, standing nearby, was startled. He instinctively stepped back, thinking Ur was about to pull some trick on him. Soon, he realized something was off.
"Could he… be having a fit?"
Singer knew of Ur's "mental instability" from earlier conversations among the Beast Apostles, who often called someone a "madman" or "crazy." At first, Singer didn't know the person was Ur, but after observing their interactions, he figured it out.
Mental illness wasn't considered a huge issue in this world; many mages studying magic long-term had a high chance of developing it. Even Singer himself was likely considered a "madman" by outsiders, something he was fully aware of. However, seeing Ur's current state, Singer realized that this "madman" seemed… unusually intense.
"Should I take this chance to kill him?"A little black figure in Singe's mind whispered, scheming.
"Absolutely not! How do you know this isn't a trap set by that despicable brat? He could be luring you in just to justify killing you!" A little white figure quickly countered.
Black: "If you don't act now, you'll lose the chance!"
White: "Better safe than dead."
Black: "Hah, you coward."
White: "I'm a coward. Do you have the guts to test whether he can cut you down in one swing?"
Inside Singer's mind, the black and white figures battled for dominance. He was conflicted, but his feet slowly and cautiously approached Ur. He had truly been scared by Ur's blade.
Finally, when Singer came near, Ur suddenly stood up, and the expression of pain vanished as if nothing had happened.
"What are you doing?" Ur's eyes gleamed coldly as he addressed Singer.
Singer: "..."
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