Chapter 38 Rank Up

Chapter 38 Rank Up

Northern didn't want to delay receiving a gift from an embodiment of darkness like this for too long.

With trembling hands, he outstretched his pale limbs and received the sword.

Then, without a word, the creature returned to where it was originally seated.

Northern could swear he didn't catch a glimpse of it moving. In fact, it looked like it had been seated there the whole time.

But Northern was sure the creature had come towards him – the sword was still in his hand, and his pores were widened, hair standing on end in alert.

Belatedly, as he looked at his hand, he noticed. A slight frown appeared on his face.

'When...?'

The chains that bound his legs and hands had dissolved into black sand.

Northern had no idea when this had happened; he was very sure the creature didn't come into contact with him in any way.

Northern felt a little ache in his brows as he furrowed them, looking at his free hand and the tenebrous longsword in his hands. CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

Then something happened.

<You have accomplished something great>

<You are on the road to discovery>

<You have received an attribute: 'Formless'>

<You have received a superior rank item>

<Item shall be attuned to your soul>

Northern was sure he didn't hear wrong. The item received from the monster became attuned to his soul.

'If I remember well, I also received an item from killing that damned Friggian monster.'

The Night Terror walked forward, gesturing for Northern to follow with a flip of its grotesque hand.

Northern instinctively went after it.

But Northern doubted if there was ever such a thing in this place. The likely explanation was that he had risen in rank.

He lowered his eyes at the tenebrous blade. This was proof that he was personally favored by the lord of the castle.

Even Night Terror seemed to be glancing back with a slight show of envy on its hideous face.

'Ah damn. I feel so stressed right now.'

Finally, they reached a wooden door. Creaking it open, both of them walked down the stairs.

A dark alley of rooms sprawled out before Northern's face, carrying a pungent, swampy smell that made him pinch his nose.

The Night Terror continued forward indifferently and stopped in front of a room, pointing to it and looking at Northern with four malicious glares... no matter how casual it tried to appear.

Northern nodded, opened the door, and hesitantly entered. The Night Terror stayed there until he had fully entered his chamber before walking away.

Northern looked around.

He didn't know whether to call this a rank up or rank down. At last, he wasn't being guarded by anyone and had a room to himself.

Even though darkness made up most of its parts, there were no windows and ventilation. It was underground, and everywhere felt hot.

Northern could make out a small mattress against the wall by carefully tracing his way through the darkness.

There was a small table and something on the table—for now, Northern didn't know what it was, but it was shaped like a small wooden bowl.

He sat on the mattress and crossed his legs, closing his eyes for a few minutes.

The grumbling of his stomach made him open his eyes. He placed his hand on the hungry stomach—

'Come to think of it, I don't think I've eaten in a very long time.'

It wasn't like food was going to come by wishing for it. Since his standard of living had changed, he was sure feeding in this place would be better.

Hence, he was just going to focus on the things he could do for now.

A smile carved out of his statuesque face.

'Now, let me see the item I received.'