Meanwhile, I arrived at the place where the master of the rift had been. A long arch of purple wisteria and radish blossoms, surrounded by massive tree trunks and vines, protected him from the elements.

I struck the trunk with my fist. It made a loud sound as if it was full. The master of the rift is here, but it was not easy to pierce the entrance.

I looked around cautiously. This is because the rift master is often in a form related to the inner environment. And since this rift was a huge forest, it was likely that the master was also a plant-type monster.

It would be more comfortable if I had a fire.

But I was a non-smoker, so I didn't even have a small lighter. I used to carry a lighter and a torch in my inventory just in case, but not anymore. I scratched my head and sighed deeply.

"Well, it's not like steel or anything..."

In cases like this, there was usually only one solution.

"If you hit it, it will break!"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! A cold fist flooded the trunk. The trunk began to dent, and soon the tree snapped. After so much breaking, a fragrant odor wafted from the cracks in the wood.

I tore it apart and saw what was inside.

[Entering the Master's Home, the Garden of Life]

In the middle of a garden of colorful flowers, a huge deer was curled up in a ball and lying down. I took a step into the flower garden. As if sensing my presence, the deer raised its head. His blue eyes locked on me and he roared at the intruder.

Gooooooooo....

The whole garden began to rumble. I repaired the Buddha's fan. Root-like monsters with flowers on their heads sprang up from the flower bed, and dozens of them crawled out and surrounded me. The deer roared again.

Gooooo...!

Boom! The roots came crawling for the limbs of the righteous. I quickly uprooted the roots that were rushing around the fan. But when I hit ten, fifteen crawled out again. Perhaps all the flowers in this garden are monsters.

After taking a deep breath, I placed a fan in the floor and let the energy flow.

Whoo!

Boom!

A blue shockwave from the fan shook the garden. The monsters screamed unintelligibly and twisted. The roots that had crawled out shriveled and spat green juice.

The deer shook its huge antlers in anger. Now, instead of tiny roots, the vines and thick tree trunks that had blocked the archway rose from the ground.

If I kept fighting like this, I would eventually catch it, but it was like wasting time. For the sake of the safety of Haejangguk House and the clean broth, I had to finish quickly. Right now, my goal was to get back to the shop quickly, and closing the crack was a means to an end.

I tucked the tattered Buddha fan into the front pocket of my hood.

I'm sorry, Buddha. I can't help it.

I always fought with my body because it was the most efficient. I didn't need to use my head to fight complicated battles, just a strong, lean body and most problems were solved.

But now it is under a curse of weakness. What happens when your body can't do its job?

I'll have to use another method.

I pulled out a black sword from the inventory. The sword, jet black from hilt to handle, lay in my hand as if waiting for my touch.

Use tools if you can't use your body.

[Basilisk Fang (S)
A sword made by a craftsman in ■■■ by cutting off the fangs of a basilisk. The unworthy are not allowed to hold it.
Maker: ■■■]

[Under review for suitability...]

Contrary to my expectations, the sword made an ominous sound and a white system warning appeared.

[Warning! You are not fit, your flesh is beginning to be consumed by poison].

The hand holding the sword hilt burned black. An urgent situation in which the master of the rift roars. The root of the tree penetrated me with a piercing force. I quickly ducked and dodged, waving my sword-holding hand.

"Hey, are you crazy? Don't you remember me?"

[Trouble! Want to hear what 'Basilisk's Fang' is thinking?]

Somehow the system was doing something helpful. I replied quickly, avoiding another root.

"Yes. Try it!"

[Read the thoughts of 'Basilisk's Fang'...]

[Basilisk's Fang's thoughts: I don't listen to orders from those weaker than me].

The mad sword grumbled, no, protested, that I was not worthy to hold this rank. It was ridiculous that I was an A class, even at this level.

I jumped over the vines and hurried to wrap my legs. The system continued its friendly response.

[Calculating time remaining in body...]
[Error! Variable encountered!]
[Basilisk Venom (S+) talent activated].
[Time remaining: 999:59:59]
[Basilisk Fang Thought Update!]
[Updating...]
[Basilisk's Fang Thought: Why is Brother's Toxin here?]

Climbing up the tree trunk, I checked my arms. My arm, which had turned black almost to the elbow, returned to its original color thanks to the Basilisk's Poison. This foolish sword didn't recognize its owner and treated me like an older brother. I looked at the sword with a pitiful face.

Who the hell does this crazy sword's tantrum look like?

Basilisk's Fang had appeared out of nowhere in front of J, who had lost his spear in the West Rift. Of course, I was suspicious of a piece of equipment lying in the middle of a pure white ruin.

But in this place, thinking was a luxury. I had to rely solely on my physical instincts, swinging and striking without thinking in order to survive, my senses and flesh as sharp as ever.

J held the sword without hesitation. There was a warm glow on the hilt.

[Checking Suitability]
[One Who Challenges ■■]
[I will lend you the power entrusted to me by ■■.]

The sword spoke, but J didn't hear it. He just grabbed it, needing the power. Black energy wrapped around his arm. J said that he used to slaughter the pure white monsters that attacked him with the 'Basilisk's Fang'.

So much for the past. I was still clinging to the roots of the tree, even with my S-rank weapon.

Vines grew everywhere I went, and the deer kept swinging roots and vines at the ground, unwilling to give me any room to step on the ground. The smell of fresh flowers was so strong it made me dizzy.

I cut down another vine that was hurrying to wrap around my ankle and frowned.

If I do this right, I can probably finish this with one shot...''

But a sharp leaf flew near the deer. The momentum was fierce, as if it had cut off everything nearby. If I went in with my current condition, my whole body might get impaled.

Of course, I don't mind the wounds, but the problem is that I don't have any potions. Even if I let it heal naturally, all my wounds wouldn't heal before the shop opens.

I can't make hangover soup when I'm bleeding...

Besides, hunters are very sensitive to the smell of blood. It was obvious that they would sniff around until they found the source of the blood smell. I climbed onto the flying trunk and looked down at the sword in my hand.

"Are you..."

[Basilisk's Fang wants to talk!]
[Basilisk's Fang said: If you throw me, I won't let you go]

You're so fast. I gritted my teeth and stared at the knife handle. Even the one weapon didn't help me. I missed my broken spear so much.

Kugugugugung, the ground rang loudly and huge roots rose like mountains. Half of the garden was so huge that it was covered by the shadows of the roots. The roots swayed back and forth as if looking for food.

It can't be helped.

A small sacrifice has to be made. When that root comes flying, I'll jump on it and run straight to the deer... One shot. I yelled.

"Hey! You idiot!"

The swaying roots stopped for a moment, and the deer roared, threatening to shake the garden to its core. The roots flew wildly at me.

At that moment.

A gloved hand appeared behind me and clamped over my mouth and nose, but I didn't try to pull away. He seemed to be in a hurry. At the same time, his black fingertips touched a tree root that was trying to pierce me.

The root stopped moving as if it had hardened. And where his hands reached, it turned black and began to peel off.

I raised my head and stared forward. The roots of trees everywhere, the vines that rushed to catch him, the leaves that fluttered violently, the ruined flower fields, and the master of the rift stopped.

The poison that came from the root of the tree spread silently along the root, like black paint spreading in clear water and poison spreading in blood vessels. It didn't take long for everything to turn black.

The master of the rift collapsed without making a sound. The garden that the rift master cherished was covered in black poison that was melting in some unknown way. Only the small area where I stood was green.

There was silence. A sweet smell came from the breath of the person standing next to me. A harsh voice whispered.

"You are not your normal self, Hyung."

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