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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

"How long is their fight going to be?" Aurelia asked, feeling a little impatient.

She felt so because of the delays that they had been experiencing with the first being the bandits that raided the village.

They were supposed to only spend the night there, but they ended up spending two days.

Of course, she didn't show this on the outside since she felt that such a thing couldn't be helped and that they couldn't just leave the villagers to fend for themselves.

But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel restless since the task she had was something that needed to be done as fast as possible.

Regis was the only one to notice the slight impatient tone in her voice.

Therefore, after a moment, he decided to speak up, "It won't be good if we're stopped by something like this everytime."

"Although our safety is our priority, we must also think of the quest."

Falkor Valley II