"I am not dreaming, right?" Aren muttered in disbelief as he looked at his current luck status.
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[Aren]
Current Luck: 99
Lifespan: 150
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*thud..*
"Sorry...," Aren said as he mistakenly hit someone's shoulder in a hurry as he arrived at the teleportation gate.
The person he hit was someone that knew Aren. She was none other than the girl with the tri-colored mystical bow; she was the one at DeeQueen's swamp.
"Wait, you..." the girl spoke, but Aren had already left through the teleportation gate.
"His body's aura was in disorder, and his body's Spirit energy was not flowing correctly. It seemed like he lost his meridians," the girl muttered and shook her head, "pity..."
Her eyes then turned indifferent as she looked at the manager of this stone-cutting gamble, 'you better tell me what I want to know.'
As she continued on her path to get revenge, Aren left the gambling den and hurried towards the inn with his full speed.
