Cohen stood once again in Ashfield—the vast underground plain.
Ash drifted endlessly from the high ceiling, but here in the first zone, it fell like a light drizzle, barely brushing past his ankles.
'Too bad I'll only be earning 75% of the original EXP I'm supposed to get. Oh well.'
The Dungeon system had made him choose to do this Dungeon alone, leaving Hide and Bobby in the Baptised World.
On one of his fingers was the common-tier accessory he had received from the guild, its effect passive and, honestly, barely noticeable.
He was rarely injured in hunts, and when he did get injured, he had potions on standby.
And today was no exception.
He had multiple uncommon-tier mana and body recovery potions stored in a one-time-use spatial ring prepared by Farid.
Cohen let them invest more in these types of potions, leaving out enhancements because he believed those two were more needed.
Farid was dead-set on supporting Cohen in growing stronger.
