Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players

"Quel, put down the blade. I haven’t been ensnared," Ethan said with a hint of exasperation.

"Are you sure?" Quel retorted, seeing no visible signs of Ethan being under any influence.

With a sigh, Ethan reaffirmed, "I have some knowledge about Illusion. An illusion of this caliber can’t hypnotize me."

As he spoke, Ethan casually conjured a Thunder Ball, illuminating the space around him.

At the same time, Kadiven approached, positioning himself beside Ethan.

This act reinforced Ethan’s claim, and Quel, somewhat convinced, couldn’t help but praise, "Ethan, I always pegged you for someone proficient in thunder magic and holy light magic, but I never expected you to be this adept at deciphering illusions."

Faced with Quel’s commendation, all Ethan could do was offer a modest smile.

Naturally, Ethan wasn’t versed in Illusion. However, he had grasped the Soul Language of Nature.

This was the gateway to Alchemy, a craft inherently about discerning the essence of the world.

Having delved deep into the study of illusions and having encountered the illusions of Lana Mokos and Mary, Ethan’s grasp on the Soul Language of Nature hadn’t necessarily deepened.

However, the inherent power of the Soul Language of Nature had been unlocked, bolstering Ethan’s resistance against illusions considerably.