Chapter 492: "I... Was Cursed!"

Only a small portion was obtained during the later war or from wild Black Witches outside.

The difference between the two might be as small as whether the person who transplanted the Demon Eye would call themselves a Demon Hunter.

After all, compared to the scum who gouged out people's eyes to enhance themselves, using the fig leaf of 'a Demon Hunter who specializes in hunting Evolvers' was always a bit better.

At least when spoken out loud, they had the existence of so-called 'righteousness'.

Humans.

To put it bluntly, were still social animals.

As long as one still lived in society, they would more or less care about their face.

Especially in the face of this so-called 'righteousness for all mankind', there was absolutely no sense of guilt to speak of.

After all, it was for all mankind.

After closing the buckle of the package, the Captain breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the cards could hold quite a few things, and could even stack, the number of slots was very limited.

Even if the items contained in the dozen or so cards of their dozen members were put together, it still couldn't support them through an entire dungeon run.

To put it bluntly, their main task right now was dungeon exploration and intelligence gathering.

So apart from the necessary weapons, equipment, and spare items, what they needed to carry the most were supplies.

Whether it was food, water, or potions, the amount of these consumables carried by each person occupied at least more than half of the card's slots.

It looked like a lot, but for them who needed to stay for ten to fifteen days every time they dove in, it was still not enough.

Especially this time.

Since they had finally gathered together with much difficulty, running the dungeon and fighting monsters was definitely still necessary.

Especially since in the Captain's plan, this dive into the dungeon also carried the intention of continuing to lie low for a while besides exploring.

According to the Captain's idea, no matter what, they had to lie low for another two months to avoid the Black Witches' pursuit.

After all, these Black Witches were truly ruthless.

Others might not be very clear, as after all, those unknown pieces of information had never appeared on the world channel.

But as someone involved.

As one of the people involved in being hunted down by the Black Witches, he was entirely too clear about the ruthlessness of these Witches.

Whenever the location of an invader was discovered, that place would inevitably become a place of bloody slaughter, and at the very least, a scene like a sea of fire.

In other words, they wouldn't let go of anyone who had even a slight connection with those who participated in the battle of the Forsaken Territory last time.

This was also one of the reasons why their deeds had not appeared on the world channel.

Uprooting the problem at the source.

And ironically, the people who knew the inside story didn't dare to jump out and steer the narrative like they did before.

After all, they were also afraid of the Witches finding them.

Of course, the most important reason might be because, to those people, they themselves were very likely just chess pieces that could be thrown away at any time after being used.

No!

In fact, they were 'chess pieces'!

Although the Captain wasn't that outstanding or intelligent, he still had some sensitivity.

He knew exactly what role he and his team played in this so-called 'organization'.

But as the absolute bottom of the 'organization', it was already very good that they could keep the Demon Eyes they obtained.

At least the Captain thought so.

"Then shall we set off now?"

The Captain asked everyone.

"Let's go tomorrow. It's almost dark now. It would be bad if we couldn't make it to the dungeon in time."

Someone said.

Although everyone's job was running dungeons, but these...

"This is a request from the client boss. It's said that apart from us, there are a few other investigation teams. We have to meet up tonight first to divide the areas for future investigation. But if we leave now and go a bit faster, we can still make it to the dungeon."

Although there were things like mana turbulence and Mana Tides inside the dungeon, compared to those on the Karim Continent, they were much smaller.

Probably not even a tenth of the power.

So many adventurers liked to spend the night inside the dungeon.

That is, shelters couldn't be moved inside, otherwise they would even want to live inside the dungeon.

"Since it's a request from the client, there's no helping it."

"True."

Upon hearing the request from the financial backer, those who originally wanted to rest for a night also lost their temper.

After all, the other party provided money and resources. Even this shelter was upgraded with materials given by others, and the Witch blood was also bought by them.

Under these circumstances, no one would rebel.

They even felt that compared to doing missions as adventurers before, the missions given by these financial backers were simply too easy.

Although people still died, the profits were solidly huge.

So the group of people walked out of the shelter carrying their luggage.

However, just as everyone was walking on the street of the adventurer city, a streak of mana that no one could see rushed over with a 'whoosh', and then exploded with a 'snap' among the dozen or so of them.

Finally, this streak of mana divided into four and entered the bodies of four people respectively.

"Ah——"

"Ugh!"

"What's going on!!?"

Suddenly, the four of them fell to the ground one after another and began to wail in pain.

Seeing this, the others immediately went up to support them.

While the adventurers, merchants, and the like on the street stopped to watch.

It was the same old saying, the entertainment activities on the Karim Continent were simply too few. Even the slightest disturbance could attract quite a few onlookers.

From this point of view, the base of thrill-seekers among the Transmigrators was indeed expanding.

"Don't... know. Suddenly... I suddenly feel pain all over my body."

"Me... me too..."

"It feels like the pain has seeped into the bones."

"This pain is very strange. It can be endured... but not that endurable. It has a bit of a... meaning of repeatedly testing the edge of howling."

Someone gritted his teeth and explained his current state.

"Is it that strange? Is it an illness? Or perhaps poisoned?"

They were experienced adventurers after all, and veterans who had participated in the Forsaken War at that. Naturally, they made a judgment right away.

"Antidote, Healing Potion, and then check your own status to see what poison is hanging on you."

The Captain wasn't flustered in the slightest and calmly issued orders.

And upon hearing the instructions, the team members also prepared methodically.

It could be said that on a technical level, this team had a tacit understanding and could be considered a pretty good team.

At least stronger than many adventurer squads.

However, when the people being supported opened their Personal Information in excruciating pain, they were dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the foolish look of his team member, the Captain frowned and asked.

The team member looked up at the Captain, then revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He couldn't help but smile.

Or rather, upon seeing the status on his body, he was directly angered into laughing by these absurd words.

"What exactly is going on?"

Seeing that his team member's state was becoming increasingly problematic, the Captain also frowned.

"I... was cursed!"