Chapter 43

Chapter 43

I discovered quickly that the marketplace was inaccessible from the dungeon lobby. Somewhat awkwardly, I replaced the and stepped back outside to finish my shopping.

The and teeth fetched nearly thirty-thousand Selve. Despite the provocative name for the marketplaceThe Selve StandardKinsleys website was pretty barebones in appearance. Some pre-modern mix of The Silk Road and early Amazon. The twenty-minute waiting period seemed to only apply to purchases. Selling, and receiving Selve from the transaction was almost instantaneous.

Best of all? The green, 50% off indicator next to every item. And I do mean every item. Even though Kinsley and I hadnt exactly hashed out a formal agreement, she was clearly taking her promise of a discount seriously. That, combined with the massively increased selection, meant I had a world of power at my fingertips.

On inspection, my read

From what I read in the tooltip, it could probably still be repaired, but only by someone with the Smith vocation. Maybe wed eventually expand, sell services alongside goods, but that was a long way off, and any prominent tradesperson, if they existed yet, were likely locked down by a guild. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

That was fine. The armor was always meant to be something of a stopgap, anyway, replaced as soon as something better could be either found or bought. And the encounter with the wolf had served as a solid warning that I had outgrown it.

It left me with a bit of a dilemma. I could now afford a much larger variety of armor than before, and even when I narrowed the search parameters for weight to only, specifically narrowed aesthetics to dark and muted colors, and excluded the growing number of sold-out items, the amount available in my price range was still staggering.

That left me with a few different options. Either buy something with decent, well-rounded protections in preparation for whatever was happening in less than two days from now, or try to find something that would assist in dealing with the denizen of the now-empty cage that would more than likely be waiting for me on the fifth floor.

Further delving in the adaptive dungeon was on hold for now, but it wouldnt hurt to future-proof myself if I could afford it.

I scrolled through the filters, narrowing the armor by resistance. Of the many damage types listed on the dropdown, there were really only three that fit the bill: Dark, Curse, and Eldritch.

I thought back to the cloying, silhouetted form in the elevator. Cursed, definitely described it, but it had touched me without inflicting any status effect. Dark felt like an overly generic descriptor for how fucking unsettling the thing was.

Having narrowed it down, I searched for any light armor with Eldritch Resistance.

The search was populated almost entirely with robes. There was only one acceptable option for armor:



Description: This gray-and-black armor is said to have been crafted by a necromancer who conquered death, only to find deeper darkness beyond. A series of complex runes woven into the design makes this armor magic resistant and potentially resistant to rarer damage types, though whether it has the capacity to evade a true abomination is unknowable.

Item Class: Rare

Item Requirements: Intelligence 10 | Will 11

Item Value: S40,000

As soon as I realized that the price wasnt factoring in my discount, I was thrilled. Magic resistance was an invaluable boon, considering how powerful magic seemed to be. The description was being deliberately coy with how much the armor would help against eldritch enemies, but it was the only armor out of thousands to show up with the parameters Id selected, and item descriptions had a history of keeping certain aspects hidden.

Agility: 12

Intelligence: 15

Perception: 8

Will: 12

Companionship: 1

Active Title: Jaded Eye

Feats: Double-Blind, Ordinators Guile I, Ordinators Emulation, Stealth I, Awareness I.

Skills: Probability Spiral, LVL 10. Suggestion, LVL 14. One-handed, LVL 6

Summons: Audrey Flowerfang Hybrid. Bond LVL 3

Selve: 9,561 (-100 per week)

Skill Points Available: 3. Feat points available: 4.

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I held the monster core in my hand nervously. This was it.

Id banked my feat points from the previous level, hoping to find something capable of shielding me from mental interference from my summons in the likely case the wolf was hostile. If that didnt work out, the only other recourse was stat dumping into intelligence, something I wanted to avoid.

Thankfully, my patience was rewarded.



At the cost of four feat points, it was expensive, but completely worth it. The section about those under the Ordinators thrall was confusingfrom the way it was stated, I didnt think counted. But the description explicitly stated that it covered summons.

Along with Volition, I slotted two additional skill points into Will, just to be safe, and another into Agility.

Pain racked my body, mainly localized to my arms and legs, but significantly less than before. It appeared that my previous suspicion was correct. Will really didnt hurt the same way the others did.

Then, holding my breath in anticipation, I consumed the monster core.