Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Crunch."

After politely declining Manager Rowling's invitation to stay overnight at the bakery, Victor went to his own little house at the end of the street and opened the unlocked door.

The fresh scent of resin mixed with a faint musty smell wafted over, making him feel a sense of relaxation.

Despite her unfortunate fate, the original owner of this body maintained a positive attitude.

The small, private room was very clean, with a table and chairs. On the wooden cabinet next to the bed in the corner was a photo frame containing a family portrait.

"Don't worry, no one is hiding. I've put the letters in the cabinet. Be more careful next time, so Aunt Rowling doesn't worry about you."

Seeing his companion standing at the door without going in, Ryan gave him a reminder, then looked up at the darkening sky:

"Also, there seems to be a magical tide at night lately, so you should be careful."

He went up and patted Victor on the shoulder.

"Um."

Viktor responded and silently noted it down: "You should go back early too."

After saying that, he went into the house and closed the door.

Ryan stared at the wooden door for a while, sighed, and walked towards his house.

Judging from that guy's reaction, he's definitely not as relaxed as he says. Maybe... he really has been to the corrupt land.

Never mind, it's good that everyone is alright.

......

in the hut.

Victor locked the door, tried pushing and pulling it a few times, and determined that an ordinary person couldn't break it open.

Then he closed the window and locked it again.

The magic array at Northwind Ridge used to resist the darkness is not very effective; sometimes unseen things can seep in.

There had been a tragic incident in the town where a resident died because the doors and windows were not properly locked.

It is said that when the family's bodies were discovered the next day, the three people had already turned into three human skins.

It sounds like the work of a Dementor or some undead creature.

But Viktor knew very well that those things had never appeared in Northwind Ridge in the past three years.

Even if such a thing were true, the mercenaries and a few professionals who regularly patrol the baronate should have been mobilized long ago.

"No one should be coming."

After checking the room, Victor found it was properly sealed and pulled up a chair to sit down.

His gaze fell on the wooden cabinet beside the bed.

It's very ordinary; it has three pull-out drawers.

He reached out and pulled out the top drawer, where he saw several old books. Above the books was a small, irregularly shaped piece of paper with charred edges.

Ryan said there were letters in the cabinet; could this be the piece of paper?

"..."

Viktor was speechless, but considering that the original owner's journey to the Land of Corruption might be related to the piece of paper, he still picked it up.

He held the corner of the paper and examined it closely.

The writing on the paper was no longer legible, but two familiar characters from another world could still be seen in the center.

"corruption."

Viktor subconsciously uttered the words aloud, yet he felt an attraction emanating from them.

His expression changed slightly, and he placed the piece of paper on the cabinet.

That feeling slowly faded away.

"It seems it really is related to that place."

Viktor stared at the piece of paper for a long time with a serious expression before muttering to himself.

But who did it? Who would send a letter to an ordinary boy?

Not all of the original owner's relatives were...

"..."

He suddenly thought of something and slowly looked at the family photo.

It was just an ordinary photo.

The bearded man, who was the original owner's young father, stood behind, with his hands on the shoulders of the two women.

On the left is the dignified mother, her hands folded over her lower abdomen, her smile kind and gentle.

The woman on the right looks younger, but she isn't smiling; her hands hang naturally at her sides.

As for himself, he should be the young Viktor.

He had a big smile on his face, holding a book with a black cover in his hands.

The four people had different expressions, but they appeared to be in a harmonious situation.

"..."

Viktor examined the four people in the photo and reached out to wipe the dust off the glass.

When his finger landed on the face of the woman on the far right, he moved it away, his expression somewhat inscrutable.

The person without a smile is the original owner's older sister. She has a withdrawn personality and her favorite thing to do is stare at a dead tree in front of her house.

She seemed to be the most unusual member of the family.

Strangely, she and her mother had already perished in a fire.

Viktor withdrew his hand and leaned back.

The wooden chair creaked slightly, but it still managed to support his weight.

Looking at the ceiling, a hint of weariness appeared in his eyes.

"Why would I go to such a dangerous place if it wasn't a letter from someone important?"

This is the biggest point of contention at present.

Viktor couldn't grasp the key to it no matter what, unless he could recall the original owner's memory of going to the Land of Corruption.

Otherwise, he currently has no way to do anything...

wrong!

"I still have one more 'test' I haven't used today."

He suddenly straightened up and realized that there was hardly any light in the room at that time.

It's getting dark.

Instead of lighting the oil lamp on the table, he simply pointed to the piece of paper on the cabinet.

Identification.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt a slight touch on his left hand that flashed by, followed by a burst of light shooting out from his fingertips.

Viktor was not surprised by the "identification" that did not require a spell, and frowned slightly.

Something new entered his mind, something about paper.

【Her letter (gray)】

[Note: An anonymous letter that was burned]

[Effect: It will guide you in the right location]

The piece of paper, after being examined, seemed to be classified as an item in the equipment inventory and its quality was marked, with the information displayed in front of Viktor.

"Her letter."

Although he didn't get any specific information, Viktor knew that the letter writer was a mysterious woman.

Moreover, the piece of paper seems to have some use, but it has nothing to do with my current self.

So be it.

The piece of paper on the cabinet disappeared with a slight thought and was sent to the equipment slot.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as I leaned back in my chair, a faint feeling of dizziness began to creep into my head.

He knew that the tension caused by the unknown letter had mostly dissipated, and the fatigue from the long journey finally came over him.

and,

"Snap!"

However, before he could rest, a strange sound like glass shattering came from outside the door.

Viktor's gaze sharpened as he looked out through the dusty window.

You can't see anything outside, there's not a single ray of light. The road and the houses across the street are all blended into the darkness, as if they've simply disappeared from this world.

The source of that strange noise was naturally impossible to trace.

At that moment, Viktor could not see his own hand in front of his face, nor even the moonlight.

"Bang!"

Something was banging on the door, but it didn't seem to have enough force, and the door didn't open.

"Bang, bang!"

Two more impacts followed, each one heavier than the last, but the wooden door remained sturdy.

Viktor stood still, not daring to make a sound, staring intently at the wooden door, and took the black dagger from his waistband with one hand.

It was the very weapon he had taken from the drow.

Right now, only this cold object can give him a sense of warmth.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds.

Fortunately, he remained in a guarded position for about a minute before the door was rammed again.

After not blinking for a minute, Viktor felt his eyes getting dry and couldn't help but blink.

Who knew what would happen next...

"Open the door, Victor! It's me, Ryan!"