The sun was rising when Ryan left the dungeon. Usually, he would tell anyone who was nearby about how the battle against the boss occurred, but since John, Daniel and Mia watched everything, he didn't have to do that. He just had to bury his arm since the chances of him finding some way to heal it before it rots were close to none.
"It looks like there are all kinds of classes…" Ryan muttered. "So, it wouldn't be weird if I find someone who decided to become a healer, priest, or novice, and they can heal my arm…"
Considering that his long-ranged weapons skills could improve just by using status points, Ryan could make things work with his left arm. However, he wouldn't be fast like before, and his stance would be weird as well. In the best-case scenario, his range decreased by half just by losing his main arm. He would be able to compensate with magic for a while since he had some potions, but it would be better to look for a healer in the end.
