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263. Level Up!

262. Let Us Proceed

261. Undoing

260. Clearing the Mark

259. Trashed Intents

258. Make Mistakes, Get Messy

257. Palace, Sweet Home

256. A Complex Joke

255. Feeding Time

254. The Hunger

253. Filth Pillar

252. Big Fat Pillars

251. Made of Filth

250. For Science!

Rhys deliberately tripped his impurities over a line of the mana circuit, killing it. He held his breath, waiting for the dead man’s switch to activate.

Nothing happened. The mark remained ...

249. Four Peaks are better than Two

Rhys left the first peak behind and headed toward the second one. His trash star was still burning hot, but it was slowly burning less hot. He still wished he’d had to exert a little more energy ...

248. Wanna Talk?

The man licked his lips, then snarled. “Dammit! This is all that idiot Blanc’s fault… and now he’s dead, anyways, so why did I even bother?”

“Yeah, why did you bother?” Rhys ask...

247. Get 'em, Boy!

“Let’s go get ‘em, boy.”

The men charged, and Rhys… Rhys lounged. From all directions, men raced toward him, drawing swords, axes, hammers, or even firing strange magics to...

246. To The Square

The old man nodded. He turned and led Rhys down the mountain, toward the more civilized parts of the peak. Rhys followed happily, totally unworried. He had unleashed his full power earlier, so he w...

245. Becoming Trash

He sat there before the pillar and absorbed the toxic mist the way other mages sat in a mana well and absorbed mana, soaking it in for hours, then days. No one came by to disturb him, but that wasn...

244. Deep Shit

Rhys raised his brows for a moment, considering the possibility, then shook his head. Hopefully he wouldn’t run into anyone up here, because if that was the case, then whatever grandmaster or sch...

243. How Dangerous?

Rhys quickly left the frozen wastelands behind, changing into his ordinary robes when the fur ones grew too warm. Even if he didn’t feel the temperatures that much anymore, comfort and discomfort...

242. Getting Away

Rhys reached out to his impurities. He wasn’t sure if it would work or not, but it was a gambit worth trying… and also kind of his default move. He took a deep breath—

A wave of killing...

241. Beneath the Ice

“What?” Sid asked, his voice as cold as the ice tunnels they stood in.

“Skill issue. I had a problem with my skill at first, but I resolved it,” Rhys explained earnestly, as if his wo...

240. Lock In

Rhys dove down the hatch. Sid followed after him, in no particular rush. Beneath the ice, Rhys started dragging out items from his trash star—things that were sturdy and adamant, which emanated a...

239. Not Today

For reasons that Rhys thought were entirely reasonable, he didn’t take the insane bug monster several realms higher than him through his secret teleport escape holes, but instead took him the lon...

238. So Much For That

Mirai came barreling down the street toward them, her fluffy skirts flapping around her. She leaped into the air and bounded to a halt right in front of Sid, spreading her arms in a big pose. “Hi...

237. Stuck

Rhys turned to go, only for his feet to stick in place on Sid’s web. He opened his mouth to ask Sid to release him, then paused as his anxiety spiked even without him calling on the cursed senses...

236. Following the Trails

The trails twisted around the town, overlapping and passing through it many times. Rhys stood back a ways, atop a nearby hill, and gazed down at the town from above. It was absolutely seething with...

235. To The Tavern

Contrary to Mirai’s wandering path, Grave led him swiftly and confidently to a tavern. It wasn’t the kind of tavern Rhys was used to, with a rowdy and down-at-the-heel atmosphere, but instead a...

234. Meeting New People

Grave vanished somewhere while Mirai bounded off, leading him out of the café and across the city. She wasn’t wearing much more than she’d been wearing before, though she’d ditched the unifo...