After he left, the Toad Witch Doctor took out a tube of viscous liquid from a glass tube rack that revealed an eerie black-red color under the light. This large blue-skinned toad let out a strange laugh: "Although I don't understand what kind of illness it is, I think it must have great research value. I wonder if that fellow Singed would be interested?"
Thump~
The Pneumatic Tube line on the wall made a slight sound, and a scroll-shaped cylinder rolled out.
"Sure enough, he's still the same! Haha, croak croak~"
Urada grinned, letting out a piercing and strange laugh. The fat on his large face shook with the strange laughter, and his wrinkled skin folded and piled together, the loose folds causing the lumps on his face to squeeze against each other.
...
On the other side, Durin pushed open the door, and the moisture brought by the torrential rain rushed at his face.
Durin looked up at the sky, the swaying raindrops wetting his pant legs, as the brilliant neon lights reflected in his eyes.
It was already one in the morning, the liveliest time for the backstreets, with all sorts of small stalls, pickpockets, thieves, and many scavengers from the Zaun Undercity.
Everything was sold here, from dyes used for painting to vaccines for preventing diseases. Or perhaps crudely repaired household items, or illegal weapons from various places.
There were about a hundred people coming and going on the street, including waste recyclers, homeless people, and some arrogant knife-wielding thugs. Some children were mixed among them, coldly watching the passing pedestrians and eyeing their pockets.
Durin pulled open his shirt, letting the hideous Mace at his waist be exposed, while the scorched Mantis Blades protruded from the large hole in his backpack.
Suddenly, the gazes fixed on him shifted away, and the surrounding pedestrians instinctively made a path.
No one dared to go head-to-head against a Mace with their own skull unless they planned on getting a brain transplant. That is, provided you had the money for neurosurgery.
The steel buildings on both sides of the street looked down upon this narrow street like giants.
A pre-recorded announcer's advertisement played on a loop over the broadcast: "Glasc Industries, mastering the most cutting-edge Chemtech, creating your exclusive prosthetic limbs for you. Contributing to the construction of a better Zaun, a reliable Zaun brand!"
Rain pattered against Durin's umbrella. His gaze pierced through the curtain of rain, watching the people hurrying about in the downpour.
Their clothes might have been ordinary or glamorous, but everyone wore a breathing filter or a mask, and Durin was no exception.
Gases of various mixed odors immediately invaded Durin's nostrils; he could vaguely distinguish the stench of urine, the damp mustiness after rain, and the wastewater discharged from chemical factories.
Even though Durin was wearing a mask, he couldn't help but frown.
He walked toward the Public Lift. Now, Durin needed to return to the bottom layer of Zaun to get some proper rest and sleep. On the way, he couldn't help but think about what the Toad Witch Doctor had told him.
The summary was that he was far superior to ordinary people when it came to recovering from injuries.
Take this abdominal piercing wound, for example; for an ordinary person, they would basically have died halfway or perished on the spot.
But Durin had stubbornly endured such a serious injury to reach the Border Market and find the Toad Witch Doctor for treatment. Especially when the Toad Witch Doctor saw the abdominal wound, he had mistakenly thought Durin had taken some kind of potion to stop the bleeding.
In fact, Durin had relied purely on himself to recover from the injury.
This was easy to explain: it was nothing more than the Darkin Styraatu modifying his body during the process of attempting to possess him, which included an incredibly strong self-healing ability.
Originally, it was meant to help the Darkin Styraatu adapt to the vessel, as the modification couldn't be completed in one step and would gradually strengthen the body afterward.
However, the Character Card System treated the Darkin possession as an abnormal script, forced it to shut down, and kicked it out of his body. Consequently, this extraordinary self-healing ability was left to Durin.
What Durin couldn't figure out, however, was how he had released fire magic.
Kreslin had clearly tested him and found no magical talent; could it be that the test was inaccurate?
Durin immediately dismissed this thought—impossible.
Just as Kreslin had said, if he truly possessed magical talent, it certainly would have manifested long ago.
So, what was the reason he could do it?
...Emotions?
Durin carefully recalled his two previous experiences. It seemed that there were extremely intense fluctuations in his emotions both times. Could it be that because his internal emotional fluctuations were too great, the magical power belonging to the Darkin was released?
But the question was, what exactly was the emotion that triggered the Darkin's power?
Madness? Or... Anger?
Or perhaps Voracity?
Human emotions are far too numerous, and Durin couldn't make a judgment for the moment. He fell into deep thought; Zaun was so dangerous, and he didn't want to have to rely on a life-or-death crisis to trigger his magic every time. He had to resolve this unstable factor as soon as possible.
He needed a mentor to guide him through the basics and relevant books to read to help him become a Mage!
He wondered if there were any memories of spells or teaching in Styraatu's memories?
At this thought, Durin felt a flicker of anticipation, a sense of excitement for the unknown dreams.
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