Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"..."

The Skeleton Overlord charged forward quickly, closing the two-meter gap in an instant, but just as it was about to unleash a powerful punch...

The person before him suddenly transformed into a creature with a similar aura to his own.

The burning ghostly flames and the heavy aura of curses in his eyes were practically a carbon copy of myself.

But in that brief half-second of hesitation, it saw the other party raise its index finger and point it at itself, and at the tip of the other party's finger, a ghostly green flame lit up!

"roar!!!"

Seeing the sudden change in the expression on the other party's face, the Skeleton Overlord sensed something was wrong and immediately gathered the surrounding magic energy to unleash a roar.

A ghostly beam of light burst forth from its mouth!

However, at the same time, the Skeleton Overlord felt all the bones in his body go limp, and even the curse magic he had just spewed out lost three-tenths of its power.

"Bang!"

The fluorescent curse magic landed on the barrier in front of Viktor, finally shattering it, but the attack was also neutralized.

Fortunately, the Skeleton King's attack was specifically designed to break through this shell.

It raised its iron fist!

The moment it sensed that its two leg bones were about to give way to its body, it activated its authority as the ruler of this level.

Instantly, the surrounding blue magic began to gather around it, while the skeletons of its other companions all converged on its legs.

With the power gathered by its companions, it was finally able to unleash a full-force punch.

"roar!!!"

It roared again and punched with all its might.

But... the Skeleton Overlord was surprised to find that although his fists left afterimages, they were far from being able to kill the enemy.

No, that speed isn't even enough to hit the enemy right in front of you.

And indeed, it turned out just as it had guessed.

As its fist fell, the person in front of it simply withdrew its fingers and slowly raised its other hand.

"Bang."

When the calcified fist touched Victor's palm, the faintest sound of the night's impact was heard—a slap gently landing on a face.

It's like a caress.

"..."

The Skeleton Overlord froze, frozen in place, still in the stance of throwing a punch.

It had never seen anything like this before...

Even though the cursed fire all over his body had not been extinguished, and his enhanced fist had directly collided with the opponent's palm, why did it not cause any damage?

"Are you confused? Didn't you notice the change in the flames on your body?"

Seeing this, Victor maintained his smile and did not withdraw his hand, speaking slowly in Common Tongue.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghostly flames in the Skeleton Overlord's eyes visibly trembled.

This unusual detail did not escape Victor's notice.

He quietly cast a [Power Curse] on himself, then gave a gentle push.

Ta-da-ta-da...

The seemingly casual movement caused the Skeleton Overlord to stagger back several steps, nearly falling over.

This scene was highly illogical; at least in the eyes of the Skeleton Overlord, it was beyond its comprehension.

It subconsciously recalled what Victor had said, looked down at its palm, and then the ghostly fire in its eye sockets trembled even more violently.

In its vision, what was burning on its palm was not the weak cursed flame it controlled, but a more condensed, darker, ghostly green flame.

Moreover, the flames had spread all over his body, covering almost every inch of his skeleton.

I've been cursed by the other party!

The moment he realized this, the Skeleton Overlord immediately felt the exhaustion in his body become even more severe.

"thump."

He lay down on the ground and immediately fell silent.

"..."

Viktor slowly withdrew the cursed flames, his expression returning to calm, though his lips were already somewhat pale. Nevertheless, he still walked slowly toward the Skeleton Overlord.

Maintaining the newly acquired spell [Cursed Flame] for an extended period and imbuing it into one's own curse is a considerable drain on magical energy.

That's why, after seeing the inextinguishable cursed flames on this ruler's body, he had nothing left to worry about.

The combination of the [Weakness Curse] and the [Slowness Curse] is a deadly attack against any creature, even the Overlord in front of us who has mastered some curse abilities.

Since they are not as good as me, I can only accept it.

"You're still conscious, aren't you?"

As Victor spoke, he approached the Skeleton Overlord.

Seeing that only the skull of the other party was still maintaining that fluorescent flame, while the calcified body had been melted and restored to its original humanoid skeleton.

He knew the other party had no chance of turning the tables, so he calmly asked, "Is there anything you'd like to say before you leave?"

He had noticed that this particular skeleton was intelligent when he was slaughtering skeleton soldiers with the [Hand of the Mage], and later confirmed this in battle.

After that, he kept thinking about capturing the powerful first-level dungeon master in front of him and interrogating him properly.

The Skeleton Overlord seemed to understand, its teeth chattering, but it only made a "crunching" sound, unable to express any meaning at all.

"..."

Victor raised an eyebrow slightly, suddenly realizing that he was not familiar with the communication methods of undead creatures.

For a moment, he even felt like he had been mocked, but he didn't know how to express his displeasure.

"I originally wanted to ask you about the history of the dungeon, but it seems that's not an option now."

He rubbed his chin slightly, secretly abandoning some plans, and then stared at the skeleton overlord's body enveloped in cursed flames as he began to think.

The first time I used this newly acquired power, the effect seemed pretty good.

Through his magical vision, Victor observed that the skeleton of the Skeleton King, though not appearing charred by the undying flames, was actually intact.

But within each bone of its skeleton, magic was being slowly devoured, and then the cursed flames usurped its place.

Gradually, only the skull of the other party retained a trace of the blue magic of "self".

That's probably the will of the other party.

But Victor knew that, just like the burning of the wooden chair handles, this level 6 leader in front of him would also be transformed into what the Cursed Flame wanted.

"But will this actually kill the undead creature?"

As Viktor pondered this, his expression was somewhat enigmatic, yet a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

And in the bushes not far away.

Ruhr crouched timidly among them, watching the figure that had cleared the battlefield not far away, his eyes filled with tension and unease.

This young dwarf had never witnessed a mage fighting a dungeon floor overlord so closely.

Even though he had never seen them before, he had heard of the fighting styles of those mages, but he had never heard of anyone like the person in front of him.

"Isn't that the mage Lord Miles invited? Why is he summoning such eerie flames that look like those skeletons?"

"Ruhr".

Just as Ruhr was thinking this, he suddenly heard a shout from not far away, which made him shudder.