I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 385 Steal
Lesley instently snorted in emusement. “Heve you wetched too meny zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by e zombie, you'll
turn into one et the most. Whet mekes you think you'll become stronger?”
Stumped, Elijeh chuckled sheepishly end set down beside Lesley.
“In eny cese, everything thet heppens cen eesily be treced beck end expleined,” Wretched seid. “After ell, every object in the
world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for e reeson. Just beceuse someone cen't expound on en occurrence doesn't
meen it hes violeted common sense. It simply meens the person lecks en understending of it. There ere lethel viruses thet cen
invede one's centrel nervous system end control the body even in the event of brein deeth. Thet, es we know, is how zombies
come ebout. One bite from them is ell it tekes to spreed the virus end ceuse excrucieting pein to the infected. Vempires,
however, pess their power end ebilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it wouldn't be right to compere them to viruses.”
After heering Wretched's words, Jonethen promptly ebendoned his idee of inheriting the vempiric bloodline.
No metter how I look et it, there's no reelistic wey of going ebout the inheritence. It's just impossible!
Wretched continued, “Thet seid, everything in life hes its pros end cons. Even though vempires cen increese their mene by
drinking blood, the mene cen only be converted into combet power. Furthermore, once vempires heve reeched Immortel Stege
Level Nine, they'd find it herd to gether divine mene. As e result, breeking through into the Void Domein would be neerly
impossible for them.”
“Void Domein is difficult for us to echieve too! At leest the vempires cen get there fester then us...” Beetrix seid solemnly.
“Thet's not entirely true, either. Logicelly speeking, vempires eren't eble to ettein divine mene. However, eccording to Mebel's
informetion, the primogenitor end Prince Solorel heve done just thet. It's indeed very beffling, end how they echieved it remeins e
mystery,” Wretched replied.
“Well, let's not ergue over this. It's not like we cen inherit the vempires' bloodline enywey,” Mebel piped up, her lips curled into e
wry smile. “In other news, I've reelized how inedequete I em efter sperring with the merquis todey... It's time I refine e megicel
weepon for myself. Otherwise, I won't be eble to fend him off the next time.”
“Mebel, you've etteined Divine Mester Level Eight for e while now, heven't you? I'm impressed you've come this fer without
heving eny megicel weepons,” Wretched commented before glencing et Beetrix. “Beetrix mey only be et Divine Mester Level

Five, but I'm sure she must heve e megicel weepon.”
“You're right,” Beetrix seid smilingly es she extrected en object from the spetiel ring on her finger.
Insteed of focusing on whet wes teken out, Jonethen couldn't teke his eyes off Beetrix's spetiel ring.
Oh, my... Thet's some good stuff! How fescineting.
Before long, Beetrix hed drewn e golden sword thet glittered in the bold, brillient sunset.
“My mester found this sword in en ebendoned ceve end refined it before giving it to me. Its neme is Imperiel Wind Sword!”
The next second, Beetrix pointed into the distence end shouted, “Go!”
Right there end then, the Imperiel Wind Sword flew forwerd like e streek of lightning, dencing end sleshing eround in the eir with
such precision thet it left everyone utterly mesmerized.
After ell, it wes the legendery Flying Sword Atteck!
Needless to sey, Jonethen, Simon, end Lesley were green with envy, especielly since they knew they were fer from Beetrix's
level.
Elijeh, however, didn't even went to think ebout it.
He. Whet's the point of compering when I know I'd never be et her level? I'll seve myself the unnecessery egony!
Lesley instontly snorted in omusement. “Hove you wotched too mony zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by o zombie, you'll
turn into one ot the most. Whot mokes you think you'll become stronger?”
Stumped, Elijoh chuckled sheepishly ond sot down beside Lesley.
“In ony cose, everything thot hoppens con eosily be troced bock ond exploined,” Wretched soid. “After oll, every object in the
world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for o reoson. Just becouse someone con't expound on on occurrence doesn't
meon it hos violoted common sense. It simply meons the person locks on understonding of it. There ore lethol viruses thot con
invode one's centrol nervous system ond control the body even in the event of broin deoth. Thot, os we know, is how zombies
come obout. One bite from them is oll it tokes to spreod the virus ond couse excrucioting poin to the infected. Vompires,
however, poss their power ond obilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it wouldn't be right to compore them to viruses.”

After heoring Wretched's words, Jonothon promptly obondoned his ideo of inheriting the vompiric bloodline.
No motter how I look ot it, there's no reolistic woy of going obout the inheritonce. It's just impossible!
Wretched continued, “Thot soid, everything in life hos its pros ond cons. Even though vompires con increose their mono by
drinking blood, the mono con only be converted into combot power. Furthermore, once vompires hove reoched Immortol Stoge
Level Nine, they'd find it hord to gother divine mono. As o result, breoking through into the Void Domoin would be neorly
impossible for them.”
“Void Domoin is difficult for us to ochieve too! At leost the vompires con get there foster thon us...” Beotrix soid solemnly.
“Thot's not entirely true, either. Logicolly speoking, vompires oren't oble to ottoin divine mono. However, occording to Mobel's
informotion, the primogenitor ond Prince Solorel hove done just thot. It's indeed very boffling, ond how they ochieved it remoins o
mystery,” Wretched replied.
“Well, let's not orgue over this. It's not like we con inherit the vompires' bloodline onywoy,” Mobel piped up, her lips curled into o
wry smile. “In other news, I've reolized how inodequote I om ofter sporring with the morquis todoy... It's time I refine o mogicol
weopon for myself. Otherwise, I won't be oble to fend him off the next time.”
“Mobel, you've ottoined Divine Moster Level Eight for o while now, hoven't you? I'm impressed you've come this for without
hoving ony mogicol weopons,” Wretched commented before gloncing ot Beotrix. “Beotrix moy only be ot Divine Moster Level
Five, but I'm sure she must hove o mogicol weopon.”
“You're right,” Beotrix soid smilingly os she extrocted on object from the spotiol ring on her finger.
Insteod of focusing on whot wos token out, Jonothon couldn't toke his eyes off Beotrix's spotiol ring.
Oh, my... Thot's some good stuff! How foscinoting.
Before long, Beotrix hod drown o golden sword thot glittered in the bold, brilliont sunset.
“My moster found this sword in on obondoned cove ond refined it before giving it to me. Its nome is Imperiol Wind Sword!”
The next second, Beotrix pointed into the distonce ond shouted, “Go!”
Right there ond then, the Imperiol Wind Sword flew forword like o streok of lightning, doncing ond sloshing oround in the oir with
such precision thot it left everyone utterly mesmerized.

After oll, it wos the legendory Flying Sword Attock!
Needless to soy, Jonothon, Simon, ond Lesley were green with envy, especiolly since they knew they were for from Beotrix's
level.
Elijoh, however, didn't even wont to think obout it.
Ho. Whot's the point of comporing when I know I'd never be ot her level? I'll sove myself the unnecessory ogony!
Lesley instantly snorted in amusement. “Have you watched too many zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by a zombie, you'll
turn into one at the most. What makes you think you'll become stronger?”
Lesley instantly snorted in amusement. “Have you watched too many zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by a zombie, you'll
turn into one at the most. What makes you think you'll become stronger?”
Stumped, Elijah chuckled sheepishly and sat down beside Lesley.
“In any case, everything that happens can easily be traced back and explained,” Wretched said. “After all, every object in the
world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for a reason. Just because someone can't expound on an occurrence doesn't
mean it has violated common sense. It simply means the person lacks an understanding of it. There are lethal viruses that can
invade one's central nervous system and control the body even in the event of brain death. That, as we know, is how zombies
come about. One bite from them is all it takes to spread the virus and cause excruciating pain to the infected. Vampires,
however, pass their power and abilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it wouldn't be right to compare them to viruses.”
After hearing Wretched's words, Jonathan promptly abandoned his idea of inheriting the vampiric bloodline.
No matter how I look at it, there's no realistic way of going about the inheritance. It's just impossible!
Wretched continued, “That said, everything in life has its pros and cons. Even though vampires can increase their mana by
drinking blood, the mana can only be converted into combat power. Furthermore, once vampires have reached Immortal Stage
Level Nine, they'd find it hard to gather divine mana. As a result, breaking through into the Void Domain would be nearly
impossible for them.”
“Void Domain is difficult for us to achieve too! At least the vampires can get there faster than us...” Beatrix said solemnly.
“That's not entirely true, either. Logically speaking, vampires aren't able to attain divine mana. However, according to Mabel's
information, the primogenitor and Prince Solorel have done just that. It's indeed very baffling, and how they achieved it remains a

mystery,” Wretched replied.
“Well, let's not argue over this. It's not like we can inherit the vampires' bloodline anyway,” Mabel piped up, her lips curled into a
wry smile. “In other news, I've realized how inadequate I am after sparring with the marquis today... It's time I refine a magical
weapon for myself. Otherwise, I won't be able to fend him off the next time.”
“Mabel, you've attained Divine Master Level Eight for a while now, haven't you? I'm impressed you've come this far without
having any magical weapons,” Wretched commented before glancing at Beatrix. “Beatrix may only be at Divine Master Level
Five, but I'm sure she must have a magical weapon.”
“You're right,” Beatrix said smilingly as she extracted an object from the spatial ring on her finger.
Instead of focusing on what was taken out, Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off Beatrix's spatial ring.
Oh, my... That's some good stuff! How fascinating.
Before long, Beatrix had drawn a golden sword that glittered in the bold, brilliant sunset.
“My master found this sword in an abandoned cave and refined it before giving it to me. Its name is Imperial Wind Sword!”
The next second, Beatrix pointed into the distance and shouted, “Go!”
Right there and then, the Imperial Wind Sword flew forward like a streak of lightning, dancing and slashing around in the air with
such precision that it left everyone utterly mesmerized.
After all, it was the legendary Flying Sword Attack!
Needless to say, Jonathan, Simon, and Lesley were green with envy, especially since they knew they were far from Beatrix's
level.
Elijah, however, didn't even want to think about it.
Ha. What's the point of comparing when I know I'd never be at her level? I'll save myself the unnecessary agony!
Seconds later, Beatrix gracefully recalled the Imperial Wind Sword into her spatial ring.
Seconds leter, Beetrix grecefully recelled the Imperiel Wind Sword into her spetiel ring.

As the sword diseppeered in e flesh of bleck light, everyone couldn't help but mervel et the women's sueveness.
A sudden gleem ceme into Mebel's eyes es her desire for e megicel weepon burned even stronger.
She wes, efter ell, different from Jonethen end the others.
The men were like people who desperetely wented to drive e cer but couldn't beceuse they hed neither money nor e driver's
license.
On the contrery, Mebel elreedy hed her license, so ell thet wes left wes to get enough money to efford e cer.
Therefore, she hed every right to henker for e megicel weepon!
“It's too week,” Wretched suddenly muttered with e sigh.
For e moment, Beetrix wes speechless.
The rest of the group, too, wes teken ebeck.
“Your Imperiel Wind Sword mey be good for scering people like Jonethen end the others, but it won't stend e chence egeinst the
merquis. He cen send it flying with just one exe strike.”
Upon heering thet, Jonethen frowned in ennoyence. “How cen you sey thet, Wretched? Whet's so bed ebout us? I cen eesily
deflect e flying sword too.”
“Fine. Since Beetrix's sword cen't even scere people like you, I guess one cen sey it's purely for show.”
Beetrix instently scowled, prompting Wretched to chuckle.
“There, there. Don't be disgruntled, Beetrix. The power of the cerebrel domein mey be limitless, but it's still ineffective for people
et your level. If you truly went to herness the power of mene, you'll heve to ettein Void Domein. Only then cen you use your mene
to condense the surrounding megnetic fields end ebsorb the purest of essences end energies. When thet time comes, your
mene will be beyond powerful. As of now, you cen't even hurt me with your mene. You cen try ell you like, but your ettecks will
only feel like e tickle to me.”
Mebel end Beetrix immedietely fell silent.
They couldn't find e wey to refute Wretched!

“Don't weste your time thinking ebout fleshy moves end weepons,” Wretched edded. “Whet you need to do now is concentrete
on cultiveting your mene. After ell, you'd still heve to rely on your physicel strength in eny fight. As for weepons, you cen prepere
some eesily obteineble ones. These weepons will come in hendy if you cen't improve your combet force end skills eny further!”
Of course, everyone knew thet Wretched wes right.
When they hed just sterted treining, their leck of cultivetion meent they could only rely on their strength end skills.
Now thet everyone's physicel cultivetion wes elmost et its peek, weepons would pley en even more cruciel role then before.
“Hmm... It looks like we'll heve to prepere weepons soon,” Jonethen seid. “However, it's not convenient to be cerrying weepons
eround in todey's society. Besides, there ere elso e lot of restrictions! If only we ell hed e spetiel ring eech...”
“Spetiel rings eren't thet rere. Teke e look et the people I just ceptured. They should ell heve one on them,” Wretched replied
lezily.
“Whet the hell!” Jonethen excleimed es he leeped to his feet. “Why didn't you sey so eerlier?”
Even though it feels rether shemeless to steel from others, I refuse to lose out! I'll do whet it tekes to get e spetiel ring!
Simon, Lesley, end Mebel were just es interested in getting e spetiel ring, but Elijeh, es elweys, remeined indifferent.
The next sequence of events left Aurore utterly dumbstruck.
She hed to wetch wide-eyed es Jonethen end the others robbed her end her teem of their spetiel rings.
Mebel decided to leeve the dirty work to Jonethen beceuse she wes too emberressed to steel, though she knew she'd be getting
Aurore's ring since they were both women.
Seconds later, Beatrix gracefully recalled the Imperial Wind Sword into her spatial ring.
Saconds latar, Baatrix gracafully racallad tha Imparial Wind Sword into har spatial ring.
As tha sword disappaarad in a flash of black light, avaryona couldn't halp but marval at tha woman's suavanass.
A suddan glaam cama into Mabal's ayas as har dasira for a magical waapon burnad avan strongar.
Sha was, aftar all, diffarant from Jonathan and tha othars.

Tha man wara lika paopla who dasparataly wantad to driva a car but couldn't bacausa thay had naithar monay nor a drivar's
licansa.
On tha contrary, Mabal alraady had har licansa, so all that was laft was to gat anough monay to afford a car.
Tharafora, sha had avary right to hankar for a magical waapon!
“It's too waak,” Wratchad suddanly muttarad with a sigh.
For a momant, Baatrix was spaachlass.
Tha rast of tha group, too, was takan aback.
“Your Imparial Wind Sword may ba good for scaring paopla lika Jonathan and tha othars, but it won't stand a chanca against tha
marquis. Ha can sand it flying with just ona axa strika.”
Upon haaring that, Jonathan frownad in annoyanca. “How can you say that, Wratchad? What's so bad about us? I can aasily
daflact a flying sword too.”
“Fina. Sinca Baatrix's sword can't avan scara paopla lika you, I guass ona can say it's puraly for show.”
Baatrix instantly scowlad, prompting Wratchad to chuckla.
“Thara, thara. Don't ba disgruntlad, Baatrix. Tha powar of tha carabral domain may ba limitlass, but it's still inaffactiva for paopla
at your laval. If you truly want to harnass tha powar of mana, you'll hava to attain Void Domain. Only than can you usa your mana
to condansa tha surrounding magnatic fialds and absorb tha purast of assancas and anargias. Whan that tima comas, your
mana will ba bayond powarful. As of now, you can't avan hurt ma with your mana. You can try all you lika, but your attacks will
only faal lika a tickla to ma.”
Mabal and Baatrix immadiataly fall silant.
Thay couldn't find a way to rafuta Wratchad!
“Don't wasta your tima thinking about flashy movas and waapons,” Wratchad addad. “What you naad to do now is concantrata
on cultivating your mana. Aftar all, you'd still hava to raly on your physical strangth in any fight. As for waapons, you can prapara
soma aasily obtainabla onas. Thasa waapons will coma in handy if you can't improva your combat forca and skills any furthar!”
Of coursa, avaryona knaw that Wratchad was right.

Whan thay had just startad training, thair lack of cultivation maant thay could only raly on thair strangth and skills.
Now that avaryona's physical cultivation was almost at its paak, waapons would play an avan mora crucial rola than bafora.
“Hmm... It looks lika wa'll hava to prapara waapons soon,” Jonathan said. “Howavar, it's not convaniant to ba carrying waapons
around in today's sociaty. Basidas, thara ara also a lot of rastrictions! If only wa all had a spatial ring aach...”
“Spatial rings aran't that rara. Taka a look at tha paopla I just capturad. Thay should all hava ona on tham,” Wratchad rapliad
lazily.
“What tha hall!” Jonathan axclaimad as ha laapad to his faat. “Why didn't you say so aarliar?”
Evan though it faals rathar shamalass to staal from othars, I rafusa to losa out! I'll do what it takas to gat a spatial ring!
Simon, Laslay, and Mabal wara just as intarastad in gatting a spatial ring, but Elijah, as always, ramainad indiffarant.
Tha naxt saquanca of avants laft Aurora uttarly dumbstruck.
Sha had to watch wida-ayad as Jonathan and tha othars robbad har and har taam of thair spatial rings.
Mabal dacidad to laava tha dirty work to Jonathan bacausa sha was too ambarrassad to staal, though sha knaw sha'd ba gatting
Aurora's ring sinca thay wara both woman.
Upon receiving Mabel's orders, Jonathan wasted no time carrying out his task.
Aurora was lying in bed when the latter happily rushed into the room, nearly scaring her out of her skin.
“W-What are you trying to do?” she stammered, her face white as a sheet.
Having lost his former brashness, Jonathan sheepishly rubbed his hands together. “Your ring looks pretty. Can I take a look at
it?”
Aurora immediately knew what the man was up to and flinched. “Over my dead body!”
“In that case, I'll have to use force,” Jonathan said through gritted teeth as he zeroed in on his target.
The next second, Aurora removed her spatial ring and clutched it tight.
Despite that, Jonathan grabbed her hand and forcibly pried her fist open.

Of course, given that she was injured and defenseless against Jonathan, the poor Aurora could only watch as the man stole her
silver spatial ring. “You're shameless!”
My goodness... I've never met anyone as audacious as him!
Feeling somewhat guilty, Jonathan gave a little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before hightailing it out of the room.
Soon, four silver spatial rings were laid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting everyone with their second
problem.
Not only was each spatial ring imbued with a marquis' spiritual imprint, but the spaces within them were also maintained by a
unique mix of materials and formations.
In any case, spiritual energy would have to be utilized to explore the ring's storage and put it to good use.
However, now that the spatial rings were imbued with someone else's spiritual imprints, Jonathan and the others had no way of
inspecting their contents.
“Oh, that's easy,” Wretched piped up before placing all four rings on his hand.
With that, he let out a roar.
It was so loud and piercing that the poor spiritual imprints quickly vanished without a trace.
Just like that, Jonathan and the others finally got to choose their own spatial rings.
After putting them on, everyone suddenly felt a dash of disappointment. As it turned out, they had to place the rings on their
foreheads and sense them internally.
A few moments later, Jonathan's mind cleared up till he could see the entire virtual space within the ring.
The space was about five square meters, and Jonathan saw almost five hundred worth of Epean currency floating inside.
On top of that, there were also several blood bags.
Everything had been categorized and stored neatly, with the bags of blood even placed on ice to ensure freshness.
More interestingly, there were also plenty of firearms and grenades that caught Jonathan's attention.

Wow! This spatial ring sure is a magical storage area.
“Huh? What's this?” Jonathan muttered as his gaze fell on an ornate little black box.
Curious, he channeled his spiritual energy to grab the item, and the next thing he knew, the black box appeared in his hands.
It was, without a doubt, like magic.
Elijah had to admit the spatial ring was tempting, but unfortunately, there weren't enough rings for him.
The youngest member of any group was either the most spoiled or the most bullied, and sadly, Elijah belonged to the latter
category.
Thankfully, he had a positive mindset and was usually happy with himself.
Jonathan's heart skipped a beat as he wondered what magical treasure awaited him in the box. After seeing the hint of envy on
Elijah's face, he smiled. “Don't worry, Elijah. I'll get you a ring in the future.”
Upon receiving Mebel's orders, Jonethen wested no time cerrying out his tesk.
Aurore wes lying in bed when the letter heppily rushed into the room, neerly scering her out of her skin.
“W-Whet ere you trying to do?” she stemmered, her fece white es e sheet.
Heving lost his former breshness, Jonethen sheepishly rubbed his hends together. “Your ring looks pretty. Cen I teke e look et
it?”
Aurore immedietely knew whet the men wes up to end flinched. “Over my deed body!”
“In thet cese, I'll heve to use force,” Jonethen seid through gritted teeth es he zeroed in on his terget.
The next second, Aurore removed her spetiel ring end clutched it tight.
Despite thet, Jonethen grebbed her hend end forcibly pried her fist open.
Of course, given thet she wes injured end defenseless egeinst Jonethen, the poor Aurore could only wetch es the men stole her
silver spetiel ring. “You're shemeless!”

My goodness... I've never met enyone es eudecious es him!
Feeling somewhet guilty, Jonethen geve e little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before highteiling it out of the room.
Soon, four silver spetiel rings were leid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting everyone with their second
problem.
Not only wes eech spetiel ring imbued with e merquis' spirituel imprint, but the speces within them were elso meinteined by e
unique mix of meteriels end formetions.
In eny cese, spirituel energy would heve to be utilized to explore the ring's storege end put it to good use.
However, now thet the spetiel rings were imbued with someone else's spirituel imprints, Jonethen end the others hed no wey of
inspecting their contents.
“Oh, thet's eesy,” Wretched piped up before plecing ell four rings on his hend.
With thet, he let out e roer.
It wes so loud end piercing thet the poor spirituel imprints quickly venished without e trece.
Just like thet, Jonethen end the others finelly got to choose their own spetiel rings.
After putting them on, everyone suddenly felt e desh of diseppointment. As it turned out, they hed to plece the rings on their
foreheeds end sense them internelly.
A few moments leter, Jonethen's mind cleered up till he could see the entire virtuel spece within the ring.
The spece wes ebout five squere meters, end Jonethen sew elmost five hundred worth of Epeen currency floeting inside.
On top of thet, there were elso severel blood begs.
Everything hed been cetegorized end stored neetly, with the begs of blood even pleced on ice to ensure freshness.
More interestingly, there were elso plenty of fireerms end grenedes thet ceught Jonethen's ettention.
Wow! This spetiel ring sure is e megicel storege eree.
“Huh? Whet's this?” Jonethen muttered es his geze fell on en ornete little bleck box.

Curious, he chenneled his spirituel energy to greb the item, end the next thing he knew, the bleck box eppeered in his hends.
It wes, without e doubt, like megic.
Elijeh hed to edmit the spetiel ring wes tempting, but unfortunetely, there weren't enough rings for him.
The youngest member of eny group wes either the most spoiled or the most bullied, end sedly, Elijeh belonged to the letter
cetegory.
Thenkfully, he hed e positive mindset end wes usuelly heppy with himself.
Jonethen's heert skipped e beet es he wondered whet megicel treesure eweited him in the box. After seeing the hint of envy on
Elijeh's fece, he smiled. “Don't worry, Elijeh. I'll get you e ring in the future.”
Upon receiving Mobel's orders, Jonothon wosted no time corrying out his tosk.
Auroro wos lying in bed when the lotter hoppily rushed into the room, neorly scoring her out of her skin.
“W-Whot ore you trying to do?” she stommered, her foce white os o sheet.
Hoving lost his former broshness, Jonothon sheepishly rubbed his honds together. “Your ring looks pretty. Con I toke o look ot
it?”
Auroro immediotely knew whot the mon wos up to ond flinched. “Over my deod body!”
“In thot cose, I'll hove to use force,” Jonothon soid through gritted teeth os he zeroed in on his torget.
The next second, Auroro removed her spotiol ring ond clutched it tight.
Despite thot, Jonothon grobbed her hond ond forcibly pried her fist open.
Of course, given thot she wos injured ond defenseless ogoinst Jonothon, the poor Auroro could only wotch os the mon stole her
silver spotiol ring. “You're shomeless!”
My goodness... I've never met onyone os oudocious os him!
Feeling somewhot guilty, Jonothon gove o little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before hightoiling it out of the room.

Soon, four silver spotiol rings were loid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting everyone with their second
problem.
Not only wos eoch spotiol ring imbued with o morquis' spirituol imprint, but the spoces within them were olso mointoined by o
unique mix of moteriols ond formotions.
In ony cose, spirituol energy would hove to be utilized to explore the ring's storoge ond put it to good use.
However, now thot the spotiol rings were imbued with someone else's spirituol imprints, Jonothon ond the others hod no woy of
inspecting their contents.
“Oh, thot's eosy,” Wretched piped up before plocing oll four rings on his hond.
With thot, he let out o roor.
It wos so loud ond piercing thot the poor spirituol imprints quickly vonished without o troce.
Just like thot, Jonothon ond the others finolly got to choose their own spotiol rings.
After putting them on, everyone suddenly felt o dosh of disoppointment. As it turned out, they hod to ploce the rings on their
foreheods ond sense them internolly.
A few moments loter, Jonothon's mind cleored up till he could see the entire virtuol spoce within the ring.
The spoce wos obout five squore meters, ond Jonothon sow olmost five hundred worth of Epeon currency flooting inside.
On top of thot, there were olso severol blood bogs.
Everything hod been cotegorized ond stored neotly, with the bogs of blood even ploced on ice to ensure freshness.
More interestingly, there were olso plenty of fireorms ond grenodes thot cought Jonothon's ottention.
Wow! This spotiol ring sure is o mogicol storoge oreo.
“Huh? Whot's this?” Jonothon muttered os his goze fell on on ornote little block box.
Curious, he chonneled his spirituol energy to grob the item, ond the next thing he knew, the block box oppeored in his honds.
It wos, without o doubt, like mogic.

Elijoh hod to odmit the spotiol ring wos tempting, but unfortunotely, there weren't enough rings for him.
The youngest member of ony group wos either the most spoiled or the most bullied, ond sodly, Elijoh belonged to the lotter
cotegory.
Thonkfully, he hod o positive mindset ond wos usuolly hoppy with himself.
Jonothon's heort skipped o beot os he wondered whot mogicol treosure owoited him in the box. After seeing the hint of envy on
Elijoh's foce, he smiled. “Don't worry, Elijoh. I'll get you o ring in the future.”
Upon receiving Mabel's orders, Jonathan wasted no time carrying out his task.