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This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

Following Killian, Regis asked as they stepped outside the Adventurer's Guild.

"Are we going to the location of the mission now?" He asked again, clearly excited at the thought of adventuring for the first time.

Sensing this, Killian laughed lightly and looked at Regis and Pandora.

Regis and Pandora, who was behind him, both had a confused expression on their faces.

"We can't just go head on to the location of the mission without any preparation now, can we?"

Killian raised his index finger at them, before pointing it in a certain direction.

"So we need to go shopping first!"

Regis and Pandora's faces lit up as they heard his words.

However, Killian looked at them with a strict expression, "But remember, we will only buy the things that we need! Stick close to me so I can keep an eye on you, okay?"

Shopping and Travel