Chapter 82: Setting A Stall
Soon, three hours had passed, and the willow paste Nash carried was exhausted.
"This stuff is pretty good. Unfortunately..."
The willow paste not only protected his skin from the poisonous air and concealed his presence from dark beasts, it also had a slight restorative property that helped recover his stamina.
After hunting in the Willow Forest for almost five hours, Nash wasn’t even tired.
Unfortunately, one pack of willow paste costs 100 merits.
"When I have time, I’ll see if I can make one myself," Nash muttered, packing up his things as he headed back to the Black Willow Shelter.
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Arriving at the gate, Nash began to attract some attention.
Seeing he was alone, most assumed his teammates had died along the way.
The area around the shelter was known for its high density of low-powered dark beasts. Hunting alone here was more dangerous than in other battle zones.
Returning alone could only mean one thing: he was the only one who made it back alive.