Parallel World: Dungeons Galore - Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Have You Gone Crazy?

Chen’an finally finished dealing with his mother and sent her out of the room.

After doing those searches, he had confirmed that this was a parallel world, so no matter what happened, he wouldn’t be caught unawares.

It was nighttime, and his parents, who had work the next day, were in their bedroom preparing to sleep soon. After making sure they weren’t still in the living room, Chen’an locked his bedroom door and drew the curtains.

He withdrew the micro dungeon treasure chest from his inventory.

It was an ancient brass-edged chest that fit in the palm of his hand. Chen’an opened it without hesitation, which it did without any pomp or flare.

Inside was a whistle and a gold coin.

This was what 160% of a reward earned him?

However, that gold coin looked to be of a decent weight; it should be worth no small amount of money. He picked it up.

[Congratulations on obtaining 160 gold coins.)

As the system notification sounded, the gold coin slowly disappeared in his palm.

Chen’an was flummoxed. So the coin had been in the box for no reason other than to lend him a fleeting touch of it? He blamed himself, thinking he could exchange it for money.

Damn that system, for playing with his feelings.

He picked up the whistle and examined it, as the dungeon treasure chest gradually vanished.

[Equipment name: Hong Zhou’s Ancestral Whistle]

[Equipment grade: Gray-white)

[Equipment Type: Necklace]

[Equipment Attribute: Vitality +1]

[Equipment Durability: 25/30]

[Note: This whistle has been passed down from Hong Zhou’s ancestors. After being intimately acquainted with the sweat and saliva of previous generations, he regards it as a family heirloom. Smashing it in front of Hong Zhou can trigger him into violence.)

Another piece of equipment that increased his attributes! Chen’an pocketed the whistle without needing to think.

Instantly, heat spread across his body, extending to his limbs and bones. In that split second, Chen’an felt his durability strengthen-the sensation abrupt, yet palpable. His temperature had risen; even after removing his school jacket, the chill of the room failed to touch him. In this weather, wearing long sleeves alone would be insufficient to shield most people from the cold.

If this was the effect of adding one point to his Vitality, it couldn’t be more apparent.

On top of that, Chen’an was attentive enough to discover that when the whistle was added to his list of equipment and his attributes increased, his health, or Lifeblood, had also increased from 60 to 70 points. From this, he could decipher that 1 Vitality point was also worth 10 drops of Lifeblood.

Chen’an eyed the two potions in the system shop.

[Mini Health Potion: Available at Level 1. Allows you to restore your Lifeblood by 30 drops in 10 seconds.]

[Mini Energy Potion: Available at Level 1. Allows you to restore your energy by 30 points in 10 seconds.]

These potions cost 20 gold coins each, and Chen’an had yet to try either of them. Now that he had accumulated 624 gold coins, he could afford to spend that much.

The moment he purchased the potions, they appeared in his inventory.

With a nudge of his will, the mini health potion manifested in his hand. No strange effects, as far as he could tell, but it deserved to be kept secret regardless.

Chen’an was about to empty the vial of pale red liquid into his mouth when he halted.

His Lifeblood was still full. It would be a waste to use the potion now; it would only be effective if his Lifeblood was reduced first.

It begged the question: how would he go about doing that?

Chen’an stroked his chin in consideration.

He was weighing ideas and coming up short when a notification popped up, without any hint of an attack:

(Current Lifeblood: -5]

Since his Lifeblood was no longer full, Chen’an uncapped the mini health potion and took a sip.

(You drank a mini health potion and entered a state of recovery. In this state, you will recover 3 drops of Lifeblood every second, for two seconds.]

Before Chen’an could take a closer look at his recovery status, two seconds had passed, and it disappeared. But it was enough for him to understand how the mini health potion worked.

He looked at the bottle in his hand. He had drunk almost a fifth of it.

It seemed that the duration of recovery was related to how much he drank, but the strength of its effects shouldn’t be affected.

He sat upright.

The scar on his hand that was holding the bottle had disappeared!

As a child, Chen’an had found it fun to watch his mother cut vegetables, so he had picked up a knife and decided to try it himself. Obviously, it hadn’t gone well. After so many years, the scar had faded; it was barely visible-except, now it had disappeared completely.

He touched the skin where the scar had been; it was smooth and unblemished as if it had never borne the stroke of a knife. You couldn’t even tell a scar had existed there!

This discovery made Chen’an’s spirits soar.

If he used this scar-removing potion to make money, it would earn him a fortune.

After all, consumers who tended to spend the most were women, followed by children, the elderly, dogs, then men. And women were the most likely of them all to be self-conscious about scars.

Whatever the peak of his life was, this felt pretty close to it.

Excited, he bought five bottles of mini health potions and made his way to his parents’ bedroom.

When they saw him cupping the air and talking about making a fortune with it, Chen’an’s mother went from sleepy to instantly awake.

“Chen’an, don’t scare me! Have you gone crazy? You were fine just now!” Her face turned as pale as a ghost.

Chen’an’s smile wavered, then dropped.