The People Walking in Dungeons Are Surely Not Normal

Chapter 3580 Recovery

In my opinion, the murderous intention is a part of me, symbiotic and accompanying me, but in the eyes of outsiders, the murderous intention is like the most terrifying monster. It can not only offset the power of degeneration, but can even corrode the power of awakening. This is only what I have discovered so far. There are countless functions of killing intent that I have not discovered yet.

Even though I knew that murderous intent could corrode the power of awakening, the old lady still asked me to release my murderous intent with all my strength, which was puzzling to me.

What did she think?

Just when I was puzzled, the old lady waved her arm, and light green balls of light flew out, wrapping the murderous intent in layers, and then sank into Casillas' body.

As the killing intent and awakening power continued to sink in, Casillas's expression gradually relaxed.

"What's going on?" Looking at this strange phenomenon, I asked in confusion.

"This power of yours can perfectly offset the weird power in his body."

"Cancel it?" I asked in surprise: "Is this possible? I am just at the threshold of the national power level!"

"National power is not defined in this way, little one," the old lady said with a smile, "National power is analyzed based on a combination of theoretical practice and actual combat situations."

The old lady explained while treating Casillas: "It is said that during the melee period, some adventurers were absorbed into the national power organization just after reaching the tenth level threshold. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because their bloodline power has awakened," the old lady said, "Any adventurer who has awakened the bloodline power has strength comparable to level 13, or even adventurers above level 13."

"I see," I suddenly realized, "I used to think that the threshold of national power must be an adventurer of level 13 or above."

"Your idea is probably confused by the regulations of the national power organization that were later formulated." The old lady explained: "In the early days of the legendary heroes, the monarchs of various countries convened the top leaders of the national power organization and opened a seminar. The content of the meeting , just want to finalize the entry level of the national power organization.”

"Why do you have to decide on the entry level?" I asked puzzledly: "Is there anything special about it?"

"Of course," the old lady said, "the reason why we decided on the entry level is mainly to save time."

"Save time? What time?"

"Time to select personnel," the old lady said: "Before finalizing the entry level, if you want to be included in the national power organization, you must go through layers of screening and assessment to finally determine whether the adventurer is qualified to become a national power. But when the legendary hero is in power, Maybe they found it troublesome, or maybe they no longer believed in powerful but low-level adventurers, so they set such a threshold. Who knows the specific reason? Anyway, this threshold just appeared out of thin air."

"Once we have the threshold, it will be much easier to screen for inclusion. In the beginning, the level we set was not level 13, but level 15. But after experiencing many unknown things, we were able to reach level 15. The number of adventurers is so small that it is simply not enough to support an organization. In order to ensure the normal operation of the organization, the monarchs have to lower the threshold, from the initial fifteenth level to the fourteenth level, and then, It’s the current level thirteen.”

"However, if we look at strength alone, little one, you actually meet the standards of national strength."

"Is this really true?" I raised my eyebrows, feeling a little proud.

"Haha, what a funny little guy," the old lady said with a smile.

At the same time, the light green light no longer enveloped Casillas with murderous intent, but once again enveloped Casillas.

"Okay, little one, you can put this power away."

"You mean his treatment is complete?"

"That's right." The old lady exhaled with a smile and said, "With your help, the treatment was very successful. The strange power has been neutralized. Now, as long as I rest, I can recover."

"Thank you."

I said gratefully.

After all, I was the one who brought Casillas. If I brought him back crippled, Held might fight me to the death.

While I thanked him, Casillas also apologized muffledly, but looking at his expression, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

In other words, he is being arrogant, he must be being arrogant.

Of course, there is another meaning, that is, he could not have suffered these injuries, but he decided to take it upon himself to break through to the fortieth floor. As a result, he suffered a heavy blow and became what he is today.

All in all, it was embarrassing for him to ask others to pay for his mistakes.

"Okay." The old woman put her hands behind her back, stood up slowly, and said, "Since the treatment is over, let's have a good rest. It's time for us to leave."

After that, he turned around and left with my help.

Before leaving, I heard a weak voice of thanks from Casillas, and saw the old woman's smile that turned up even more.

Back at the National Strength Organization, a group of people were gathering for tea. Seeing us coming back, the leader smiled and asked, "How was this treatment?"

"Fortunately," the old lady said, "I feel a bit familiar."

"A familiar scent?" When the leader heard this, his unchanged expression trembled slightly and asked, "Could it be that the people on the 40th floor are our old acquaintances?"

"I can't tell yet, but it's either an acquaintance or someone related to an acquaintance. In short, it's a very familiar power."

I was confused.

After drinking tea for a while, I listened to the old people chatting about the past and joking with each other. It was not until dusk that I helped Mr. Taylor, who was a little drunk, to go home.

The old man who usually drinks a thousand glasses of wine actually got a little drunk after just a few bottles of wine, which was really beyond my expectation.

"Old man, you have a really bad drinking capacity today," I teased him.

"Drinking meets a close friend."

"A thousand cups less?"

"No, one drink is enough."

The old man burped and continued: "They are all my former seniors."

"Previous seniors?" I asked curiously, "Have they ever mentored you?"

"It's more than just guidance," Taylor said with a wry smile: "Many of them taught me how to grow and become stronger when I was a child."

"It turns out he is your mentor," I said with emotion.

"To say that he is a mentor, it is better to say that he is half a mentor and half an elder."

The old man sighed, and after a while, he slowly told a story from the past that had been buried in the dust for a long time.

The old man's background was very ordinary, no, to be more precise, very poor.

He was born in a town, and on the day of his birth, there happened to be a conflict between Fort Vicky and Airey City over something.

The contradictions continued to escalate in invisible collisions, and later turned into a confrontation between national power and national power.

The town where the old man was born was turned into ruins in the collision.

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