The Varasen Universe camp.
A group of Divine-grade powerhouses surrounded a young-looking demi-sage, all speaking at once as they stuffed all sorts of items into his hands.
"Vincent, are you sure you don't need the Divine-grade treasures your seniors prepared? One more treasure means one more layer of protection."
One senior spoke with concern.
"Even if you don't want Divine-grade treasures, at least bring more sacred medicine. Your senior here has quite some attainment in alchemy. Take these potions with you. They might save your life at a critical moment."
"Junior, do you want some rune scrolls? Your senior's collection can barely be considered presentable. Take a few for self-defense."
Vincent's hands were quickly filled by his seniors. He gave a helpless smile and retreated again and again.
"That's enough, really enough… By the stars, there are so many things here that even my storage space is about to protest."
