A level-13 Magic Shooter at the age of 20… Was there anybody more terrifying than this?
Orrin could not help but smile bitterly at the thought of the battle.
What was he in comparison with this freakish roommate?
Then, Orrin thought of the bottle of medication he'd consumed…
If he did not remember wrongly, that was called the Recovery Potion.
The President—or his mentor—had once purchased a few bottles of the potion at an exorbitant price at the Guild of Rotterdam. Orrin still remembered how shocked he was when he first heard of the price of the Recovery Potions. The cost of those potions was sufficient to fully equip a Magic Shooter!
Orrin still remembered how casually Lin Li had passed the bottle of Recovery Potion to him, as though the pricey bottle was just a random stone found on the roadside.
It was only starting from this day that Orrin knew how terrifying the self-proclaimed level-seven roommate was.
