Belle White gave a solemn reminder, "Remember our promise!"
Seraphina Sullivan faced the intensifying light and nodded seriously.
After hearing Belle White’s explanation of the Level 5 instance, Seraphina understood.
If she had stayed, she would have undoubtedly died.
Belle White’s actions had essentially saved her life.
The promise she’d made to the other woman was simple.
If she ever truly became a Level 5 Player...
...and if her strength allowed, she was to help Belle White overthrow Maxim’s tyranny.
The next moment, a pure white light completely enveloped Seraphina Sullivan. Her figure gradually turned transparent before Belle White’s eyes, finally vanishing like a bubble dissolving into the sunlight.
The gore of The Coliseum and the shadow of Maxim temporarily faded away.
But Seraphina knew the day would come when she would face this Death Arena—and her promise to Belle White—once more.
[Ding! You have cleared the Death Arena instance!]
Seraphina returned to reality.
Her [Worker] Talent, [Stealing Master Agreement], activated.
Without hesitation, she chose the [Magic Scissors] Skill.
Although she’d been unexpectedly swept into a Level 5 Death Arena instance and had come close to death countless times...
’...calming down and taking stock, the rewards this time seem... not bad at all?’
"Even though Belle White sent me back like that, thanks to my [Worker] Talent, I basically got a free [Magic Scissors] Skill."
Seraphina rubbed her chin, her mood gradually improving.
With a thought, she tried to activate [Magic Scissors].
A pair of exquisitely crafted scissors, shimmering with a mysterious silver light, instantly materialized.
They weren’t solid, yet they radiated an incomparably sharp Aura, as if they could cut through anything.
As the blades opened and closed, she could almost hear a faint SHING as they sliced through the air.
Seraphina could clearly feel that these [Magic Scissors] were similar to the Silver Needle produced by [Quick Sewing].
Their shape and size could be adjusted by varying the amount of spiritual power consumed.
Her curiosity piqued, Seraphina increased the output of her spiritual power.
The next second, the silver scissors in her hand expanded rapidly as if being inflated.
In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a pair of gigantic, outrageously styled, yet still incredibly sharp scissors that were almost as tall as she was.
If she swung them, they could probably "cut" open a less sturdy Wall or even a person with ease.
"Well, this is great," Seraphina said, looking at the giant scissors. Thinking of the Energy Silver Needle, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Scissors to cut them open, a needle to sew them up. My image as a support player is really solidifying."
’The Skills might be brutal in nature, but on the surface, they really do make me look like a combat medic... or a ripper?’
But the most comforting part of her trip to the [Death Arena] was completely eliminating the major threat of Yana Yates.
Being targeted by a Level 5 Player had been enough to make her lose sleep and appetite.
’Thank goodness for the rule restrictions.’
Recalling the danger of that moment, she couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.
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