Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

【Helm of Bones (Blue)】

[Note: After defeating the level 0 boss of "Bone Graveyard", the boss will acknowledge you as its king and craft this equipment for you.]

[Effect: When equipped, your Constitution increases by 1, your Curse Power is slightly increased, and you can summon two skeleton soldiers to fight for you.]

After inspecting the miniature bone armor in his inventory, Victor nodded in satisfaction.

This equipment provides both a direct boost to physical constitution and an increase in curse power.

Moreover, it made up for his regret of not having any servants.

"By the way, that succubus should be considered a servant, but I dare not summon her casually."

As he thought this, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He closed the equipment slots and casually waved his hand.

The cursed flames that were trying to penetrate his body suddenly became chaotic and flowed towards the surface of the Skeleton Overlord's body.

"king......"

"Keep these for your own health and well-being."

The Skeleton King's jaw agape, and he was about to utter a single word when Viktor raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Your chances of advancement are slim, aren't they? You managed to extract a bit of curse power from those skeleton soldiers, so just leave it here."

Victor had long since realized why his curse power had increased, but since he had indeed gained some benefit from it earlier, he did not immediately stop the other party from doing so.

But now that power is no longer enough to bring him any benefit; it's best to leave it to "White Bones".

"..."

Seeing this, the skeleton remained silent.

To him, Victor was different; the other had used the Cursed Flame to destroy and rebuild his body, giving him new power.

Furthermore, they truly escaped the curse from the dungeon.

He was overwhelmed with gratitude towards Viktor and had no choice but to heed his advice.

"come out."

Meanwhile, Victor was already putting on his new gear and pointed at the ground beside him.

The next second, the soil where he pointed began to deepen, and then two pale hand bones emerged from the ground one after the other.

Two skeleton soldiers poked their heads out from under the ground, followed by a skeletal body.

"..."

What Viktor found strange was that the two soldiers were only the size of children, with short arms and legs.

Moreover, as soon as the two soldiers emerged from the ground, they seemed disoriented, looking around but refusing to look up.

Even the "white skeleton" who had been silently observing couldn't stand it anymore and waved its hand in front of the two little guys.

Seeing that they had their eyes on her, she pointed to Victor who was standing to the side.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Seeing this, the two little ones finally raised their heads to look at Viktor, and then opened their jaws.

He looked somewhat silly and cute, but Viktor didn't care about that and said indifferently:

"What can you two do for me?"

He was slightly disappointed.

In his opinion, these two little gadgets were not very useful except as cannon fodder.

After all, who would choose two foolish servants to help them? They might even mess things up while serving tea and water.

"Crunch, crunch."

The two little ones seemed to understand the common language, and began to silently express to Victor what they could do by waving their arms.

However, because they do not have the same level of intelligence as the "bones," they cannot express their thoughts very well.

Until Viktor had a sudden inspiration and took two daggers from his inventory and handed them to them.

Now they got what they wanted and began to fight each other with daggers.

"He seems to have some skill."

Although he was praising them, Victor covered his face, unable to bear watching the two little ones' wild punches.

This kind of unskilled combat is useless in the arena or in the wild.

So, just as the two little ones were about to continue attacking each other with their daggers, they suddenly discovered that their daggers had vanished.

"Alright, I'll teach you what to do."

Victor put the dagger into his inventory and then took out a stack of papers filled with neat handwriting.

Undead creatures are indeed at a disadvantage in melee combat, but most of them possess magical talent, so he wanted to try to personally train these two.

If that doesn't work, we can always summon it again.

......

Meanwhile, in Miles' territory.

Ruhr was being berated by a group of dwarfs.

"Hey, you idiot, you mean that a door suddenly opened in that passage and you just happened to walk through it?"

"My God, how dare you? Do you know how long Miles has been waiting for you? Even the Mage himself..."

"Speaking of which, Master, you've only just returned to your territory, and you've already sent someone to look for you."

Ruhr was surrounded, his face pale, and he didn't even dare to lift his head, for fear that a string of spittle would spray onto his lips.

He stared at the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

In the hearts of these companions, the mage's status seemed to be very high, far surpassing that of Lord Miles.

Although Ruhr felt the same way, at this moment he hoped that everyone's thoughts would be different from his own.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I would never have entered that cave.

"Alright, alright, since Ruhr has said that the Mage arranged for him to come back and report, then there must be no problem."

Just then, Miles stepped forward and waved his hand, interrupting the crowd's outpouring.

Seeing how useful the words "Master Mage" were, Miles smiled:

"The Mage probably doesn't want everyone to be delayed in their work because of Ruhr, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, each seeing a hint of confusion on the other's face.

Yes, if the Master were here, what would he think if he saw their disgraceful state? He would definitely be very disappointed.

To let such a young mage who could kill the "Incarnation of Greed" leave and never want to visit again.

This is not the outcome they wanted.

"Lord Miles is right, we should heed the mage's advice."

The older, dwarf miners began to offer words of advice.

Seeing this, the others, though still muttering amongst themselves, didn't say anything more and quickly scattered like birds and beasts.

"..."

Seeing this, Miles breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ruhr, who was still standing there in a daze, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

Ruhr, however, did not notice Miles's gaze, staring blankly at the ground, his mind still buzzing.

After a long while, he finally raised his hand and slowly wiped the saliva off his face with his sleeve, his eyes filled with fear.

"Ruhr, come here for a second, I have something I want to ask you."

"what?"

Ruhr was still a little shaken. Hearing Miles's shout, he thought he was going to get scolded again, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

But upon seeing that it was Lord Miles who spoke, he calmed down considerably: "Yes, Lord Miles."

Miles nodded slightly to him, then turned and walked toward a large tree to the side.