Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Beneath Selene,

Within Miles' territory.

"My lord, this is the ring that Lord Miles asked me to give you."

"I'll take it. You can go back to your work now."

"If you need anything, Master, please let me know. I live in a small house about 30 meters away from the guest room."

Watching the dwarf boy who had come to deliver the ring walk away, Victor looked down and examined the ring on his hand.

This is a brass ring, and it doesn't look like the one Miles used to carry materials and then returned after I put a potion on it.

This ring is newer; just by looking at the space and runes on its surface, you can tell that its internal space must be quite large.

Viktor then placed it in his inventory.

The items were also displayed one by one.

"Just as I thought."

Looking at the large number of miniature 'Avatar of Greed' roots that had appeared in his equipment inventory, he understood.

As Miles said, the other party took very few of these rare magical materials, at most a few of each type of root.

Moreover, the petals, roots, and eerie smiling face of the disassembled "Avatar of Greed" were all included.

Even as Viktor was quickly browsing through the numerous materials, he saw that glint in his eyes again.

It was a miniature tongue emitting a green glow.

【The tongue as a representation of greed (blue)】

[Note: The "embodiment of greed" that you personally slew was dismembered after death, and all its resentment seeped into this tongue.]

[Effect: When you wear this equipment, any part of your body will become more flexible and can stretch to a certain extent.]

After you use the stretch, you will experience a "tastelessness" effect that lasts for 24 hours.

After reading the instructions, Victor immediately understood how to use the tool, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Is this the kind of stretch I'm looking for...?

He stroked his chin, thinking that this ability to stretch should be applicable in many fields.

From everyday tasks like taking items from a shelf to unexpectedly snatching an opponent's wand, it may have even greater uses.

As Viktor thought this, an idea suddenly came to mind.

With a casual wave of his hand, his arm shot out like a spring.

The whistling wind stirred up by his wave of his hand reminded Viktor of an old friend with a two-character name.

"Bang."

But just as Viktor was in shock, he saw his arm slam into the corner of the table, and his eyes twitched slightly, almost losing control of his expression.

With another thought, Victor pulled his outstretched left arm back, leaving a deep red scratch on the outside of his forearm.

"It seems it can't be thrown out like an eraser, but with a little practice, its flexibility should increase significantly."

As Victor muttered to himself, he secretly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, uncorked it, and drank it down his throat.

But the liquid, which was supposed to have a refreshing minty flavor, turned out to be bland and tasteless when it entered my mouth, tasting almost exactly like plain water.

Victor wasn't surprised; he knew this was the backlash from using the tongue prop: "tasteless."

"laugh......"

After taking the potion, Victor turned and walked towards the storage room, but the scratches on his arm began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The "Weak Healing Potion" is one of the results of his studies over the past few days. In addition, Victor has also mastered a potion that increases strength.

It wasn't that he wanted to become stronger, but rather that these two potions were very easy to make, with a single brewing process even less complicated than that of a [weak speed potion].

"Click".

Viktor pushed open the door and sat down opposite the senior student.

At this moment, the other party was engrossed in writing, using numerous formulas to calculate the fire element patterns drawn at the top of a piece of paper.

Laura was frowning as she continued to calculate the "danger level" that she hadn't been able to finish earlier.

Although she had already roughly calculated the result, as a scholar, she couldn't allow herself to finish so hastily.

So Victor was asked to show the lines on his arm again.

"We have new materials."

Laura's serious expression slowly relaxed only after Victor spoke, and her movements slowed down until they stopped.

She looked up with a smile, her small face lifting slightly. "It's 'The Incarnation of Greed,' isn't it? How much did Miles send?"

"A lot, enough for us to last about two years."

Victor laughed, then waved his hand.

The Mage's Hand appeared from the side, holding a bloody hand as it flew onto the table.

After putting down the bloody hand, it disappeared with a "bang".

"It's actually this kind of plundering root that has simulated flesh and blood."

When Laura saw the hand, her eyes lit up at first, but then she looked up at Victor and sighed:

"Even with this level of freshness, it's a stretch to keep it for two years."

"It's alright, senior, you just need to focus on your research. I'll handle everything else."

Victor shook his head, sat down opposite the senior student, picked up the thick book of potion knowledge that she had compiled for him, and began to read it.

Seeing this, Laura stopped asking questions and immediately composed herself, beginning to examine the bloody hand on the table.

For her, worrying about other things was not as important as research.

As long as there are magical materials of special origin and high value in front of you, you can put everything else aside.

"It's turned this color already. Just how many live animals has this guy eaten?"

"..."

Listening to the senior student's heartfelt words, Viktor slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the bloody hand, and suddenly understood why the townspeople were so enthusiastic towards him.

Moreover, before setting off, those guys also looked fearless and daring.

However, none of that matters now; the focus should be on the college competition.

......

Time flew by, and evening soon arrived.

Viktor had been engrossed in potions for almost half a day and was about to change his posture to continue studying when he suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door.

"Bang bang bang..."

Along with the knocking, there was a shout of "Master!"

Upon hearing this, Victor knew that the person must be Mikander, and immediately walked out of the storage room and came to the door.

As the door opened, he found that the person outside was indeed Mikander, but the other man looked extremely anxious, completely lacking his previous composure.

"Something terrible has happened! Miners have gone into that new road and haven't come out yet!"

"..."

Victor frowned slightly, instantly catching the key point in Mikander's words:

"Didn't Miles say we shouldn't explore that path yet? Why?"

"Yes, it was the miner himself..."

Before Mikander could finish speaking, Victor interrupted him, strode out the door, and then saw the recliner behind him.

"Help me put the recliner in, then catch up with me."

Viktor's words were concise; after speaking, he walked into the street and headed out of the territory.

"Yes."