Though the odds were slim, Gary Smith dared not gamble on them.
If his identity were to be exposed, he'd pretty much by dog meat, facing the constant threat of a hidden Radiant Moon Overlord attacking him at any time.
When that happened, his only recourse would be to admit everything and seek the Alliance's protection. If he were lucky, he'd only be deprived of his freedom and turned into a secret food-making machine. If he were not so lucky...
The implications were clear enough without saying.
He didn't mind dying in pursuit of his ideals, but he didn't want to die in such a suffocating way.
With that thought, his heart didn't have a shred of hesitation as he chose to upgrade the skill.
In the blink of an eye, the Dweller of Darkness skill began to blur, and countless ancient texts flickered by.
The Mousie he held in his hand hadn't changed in appearance, but its aura had instantly concealed itself, giving off a deep, mysterious vibe like that of the Abyss.
