The moment Dante swallowed a drop of the diluted blood, his body immediately underwent the same thing that Cain had gone through when he received the blessing in the mountains before.
However, the difference in the intensity was huge according to the system.
"Now, let's leave it up to fate because the chance for him to succeed is low." The little creature commented while looking at Dante, who had sat cross-legged as he absorbed the energy from the diluted blood.
"Is his chance really that low? Is there still time to cancel it?" Cain asked with a worried expression.
"Yes, his chances are indeed low, and it's too late to cancel now." The little creature nodded at his question and quickly continued to explain as it felt bad when it looked at Cain's helpless expression.
