I never run out of mana Pt. 2

chapter 70

Ending the call with Jong ho, I took a moment to re-organize my thoughts.

I had arrived at Yangpyeong's association building late at night.

After the battle with Joker, it had already become dusk.

A cloudless greyish blue sky.

It wasn't quite winter yet, slightly making my breath foggy.

"Shall I get going?"

I casted Warp to the midget's office.

The Warp skill was very useful, connecting any place the caster has been to.

Other than the fact that you can't go back and forth with one cast, this skill could be considered one of the best skills.

Jong Ho should have arrived there already.

Even during the call with me, it sounded as though he was getting ready to leave.

Picking up the loot that I got from Joker, I jumped into the warp spell.

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I always conjure the warp gate in a small storage room next to the bathroom.

The feeling I get as I step through the gate is like this.

It's that feeling you get when you put your foot out, thinking that there is another step to the stairs you are climbing.

It's a strange and dizzy feeling that's hard to describe.

And then my view changes to where I wanted to go.

The midget felt my presence and spoke to Jong Ho.

"Looks like he's here?"

"Is that the room?"

"Yes. That's correct."

-click

Jong Ho couldn't wait and opened the door.

The sight before him wasn't the same as when I left for Yangpyeong.

Places where my armor didn't cover my body were covered in terrible scars.

I treated the wounds with the low ranking Heal, but it wasn't possible to completely recover.

On top of that, the Lich King armor set that was originally black was glowing red as if someone stamped me with a red seal.

Probably due to the blood that spilled out from Joker and the avatars hardening on me.

I already cleaned off most of the blood on my face and body.

However, Jong Ho's eyes were filled with regret and sadness as he looked at me.

Jong Ho couldn't meet my eyes.

Covering his eyes with his hands, he spoke quietly.

"Holy shit... You've been through a lot."

"Why? Don't I look okay?"

"No... You look okay. Very okay. Did you finish tending to your wounds?"

"Yes. There's no bleeding or pain. But....."

I pulled the gauntlet off my left hand.

Guess the blood didn't harden properly, because it was pretty sticky.

The hand came out with a sickening sticky sound.

The thumb was cut off, and the index finger was missing entirely.

On top of that, the back of the hand was dug in like a crater, almost to the point where the bones and muscles were showing. A new bright pink flesh was barely covering it.