Chapter 133: Thirty-Fifth Floor, Terror of the Brazier (1)
I took a step forward, and a notification window sluggishly materialized in front of me. The delay felt odd, almost as if the tower itself were hesitating.
Shrugging off my sense of unease, I focused on the message.
[Rokshark’s Core]
- Belonged to a monster created by feeding on a strange scientist's experimental waste.
- Though its stench is overwhelming, it appears to contain an inexplicable power.
So, it really is an elixir. Or more accurately, a monster core.
It resembled a lump of sludge, and the stench was almost unbearable.
For a moment, I stood frozen, unsure of how to proceed.
What am I supposed to do with this thing?
As I pondered, a troubling thought crept into my mind.
Wait, is this even consumable?