I had been given what I wanted… and yet…
Why had things happened the way they did?
That man didn't seem like someone with a sense of humor.
I had been completely certain he'd given me something else…
Was this his idea of a surprise?
Presenting the expected as though it were completely unexpected…
What a strange man.
I held the feather in my hand.
A second-level item.
It might seem equal in rank to a second-level healing flower…
But it was completely different.
Mental fortification tools and weapons containing attributes for the same purpose…
Were practically nonexistent.
The real market and the shops had swallowed them all long ago.
Simply possessing a second-level item was a victory in itself.
Now it was time to use it.
I tightened my grip around the feather…
Then activated it.
Immediately, the strands of the feather began separating one after another.
Thread after thread…
Until the feather became a floating mass of threads suspended in the air.
