Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior Chapter 283

Level: 58

[Strength: 109] [Skill: 102] [Stamina: 103]

[Sense: 100] [Intelligence: 101] [Magic Power: 105]

Skills: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leap ( E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapanthella’s Crushing Sword (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Lightning (D) Curse’s Seal (D) Leredonara’s Secret Sword (B) Holy Flame ( C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Key to Hell Gate (C) Ackerman’s Drawing (C) Field’s Wind Barrier (C) Fire Spear (D) Living Root (D) Rapid Germination (D) Lulia’s Spring Water (C) Soul Siphon (B) Prayer of Healing (D) Skadi’s Tide (B) Chasma’s Crimson Wind (B) Sandstorm Dynasty’s Burning Spirit (B) Keel Processing (B) King of the Dead (S) Fama’s Charge ( C) Azusa’s Bladestorm (B) Tutuga’s Flipped Land (B)

*Unique Skill (45)

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Dallen stared blankly at the status window for a moment.

It was a bit unrealistic to see all abilities in the triple digits.

A heart pulsating with superhuman force as if it had been a long time since I lost my strength in the bottomless pit.

The skeleton and internal organs function thanks to the high-temperature hemolysis carried along the blood vessels. The muscles that move it and the rich magical power that resides in it all.

To exaggerate a bit, is this what it feels like to be born again?

As he moved back and forth trying to adjust to his body, he felt a movement coming from the direction of the cabin behind him.

“You’re finally here.”

Dallen turned his head.

An old fur coat. An ax clipped to his belt and a long sword strapped to his back.

Several clear scars on his thick face. Likewise, his chest and forearms, which showed signs of fighting, looked like metal that had been hardened by repeated training over a long period of time.

Dallen habitually placed his hand on his chin. He asked, slowly stroking his growing beard with his fingertips.

“It doesn’t mean that this snowy mountain was actually the 7th floor of the labyrinth.”