Chapter 145
It had been three days since Seong-Hwi arrived in Ferrum. He stretched as he took a deep breath of the refreshing morning air.
“Huuu. I feel great. It’s like I was made for Ferrum.”
Seong-Hwi smiled faintly as he stared at the sun, resembling a blast furnace, lighting up the steel city. His past few days had been wonderful. He had not had a single lucid dream, a side effect of Borrowing Destiny, since coming to Ferrum.
Not even sleeping pills and painkillers were effective for a good sleep in my past life.
The lucid dreams worsened over time because he borrowed more and more destinies, and his psyche got more and more corrupted as the figures slowly assimilated with him.
“It would be great if the days going forward are like the past few days. Hm?”
He witnessed a commotion from outside his window as he mumbled satisfyingly. Several dwarves were gathered around a field of dirt that looked out of place in the city of iron.
“It must be the iron thief again,” Seong-Hwi mumbled.
Two issues had been plaguing Ferrum lately: the iron thief and the artisan assassin. The artisan assassin aimed only for artisans who submitted high-potential items for the preliminaries. They mainly aimed for artisans ranked C and B, and some believed it was a group rather than an individual, because more than five artisans sometimes died on the same night.