Black No. 2

Grounded in the Transcendent, framed by the Sequence, the Wizard ignited the Source Energy and spewed out a mist of Origin Energy.
The roaring sound of steam echoed through the entire epoch!
In the depths of shadow and the dark tide.
Countless greedy, twisted, polluted, and deformed gazes were coveting this roaring new World.
The World began to buzz with activity!
A certain Wizard, however, was lurking silently in a corner.
"I like to develop!"
"Then, what is the deal with those Demon King's heads and Evil God's skeletons?"
"I told you, I like to develop, and this is the fate of those who hindered my growth!!"

This Wizard is So Unscientific!

After some thought, Tuck nodded his head.


Now, Tuck was a combination of his own appearance and body shape with that of the Demon Hunter Andre.


With Andre's burly physique and the beard-growing habit of the Demon Hunter,


Tuck's sideburns were already completely unrecognizable as belonging to the young man he once was.


"Eh? Ramore accent? Are you from the Ramore Tower area?"


As soon as Tuck spoke, Carlos picked up on the key point.


And this was also an identity option that Tuck had deliberately left open for himself.


"Andre Ramore" from Ramore would certainly have a Ramore accent.


"Yes, I'm from the Ramore underground district," Tuck nodded.


Even the Necromancer "Armanti" standing not far away turned to look.


Yes, that Necromancer shrouded in the deathly mist of Third Rank was Armanti.


"What's your name?" Carlos asked with narrowed eyes.


Tuck took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders.


Chapter 150 Tavern, Revolver, Story!_1