The Good-for-nothing Bastard who could gain Skills by Kissing

Loryarc and Rina looked at each other. The two of them could see how anxious they were right at the moment.

"Everything we found while doing the Challenge would always have meaning..." Rina muttered, seemingly more to convince Loryarc and herself than anything while recalling what she read before.

Loryarc frowned and turned his head toward the pile of dried corpses inside the dark, damp room. Some of the corpses were lying on the floor, some leaning against the wall, while there were even some who were facing another corpse, maybe hugging each other. The only thing those corpses shared was the fact that they all, without exception, had lost some parts of their bodies.

After considering it, Loryarc nodded to Rina and agreed to enter the room.

Loryarc grabbed his sword handle and pulled it out of its sheath. He warily walked in front as they took steps forward and entered the room. After taking twenty steps from the door, Loryarc and Rina stopped in front of the dried head they had found before.

Loryarc looking at the dried head. He took more attention to the hollowed eye sockets that gave him goosebumps just by looking at them.

"They won’t wake up, right?" Loryarc brought his petite light to light the corpses scattered around them and asked Rina doubtfully.

Rina placed her hands in front of her chest after she heard Loryarc’s words. She channels her mana towards her palms and constructs a faint greenish light, which soon forms a miniature tree.

Her greenish mana expanded gently from the confinement of her hands and filled the small area in front of them. After some time, the greenish light subsided as Rina showed an expression of confusion.

"What’s wrong?" Loryarc asked her with curiosity and a portion of nervousness.

Rina raised her head and looked at Loryarc’s face with her brows furrowed in uncertainty.