Northern laid on the throne seat, crossing his legs on one armrest and leaning his head on the other. His eyes closed, subtly seeking the depth of rest, but his mind was awake as the twilight, rummaging through a couple of things.
He still could not forgo the fact that he gained two items from being in the dungeon, and those too, a Legendary grade and a Heroic grade.
It couldn't be by coincidence.
First of all—and he had been wondering since he entered the dungeon—would Ul allow such a phenomenon as the dungeon to be?
'No. No way that bitch would.'
Northern had been able to see a glimpse of Ul's personality from how he was dealt with and through Terence.
Ul didn't seem like the kind to let anomalies pass by. If she couldn't erase it, she would undoubtedly restrain it in every way she could, such as in his case.
He was convinced that the reason he could not gain items from his kills was because Ul wanted to restrict his ways of growth in all the ways she could.
