Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Approaching noon,

The group sat around the campfire, but no one spoke or laughed; they all silently roasted the meat.

Leila's cold face seemed even colder than usual as she stared blankly at the charred meat, still unaware of what was happening.

Lilith sat with her knees drawn up in front of the extinguished campfire, then suddenly glanced at the second cabin on the right, her eyes filled with worry.

Then she lowered her head and looked at the two hands pressing on her thighs, her lowered eyelids covered with a layer of mist.

Who could have guessed?

The man made her sister steal her beloved cloth bag and take away her newly acquired pretty bow.

It turned out that it was because they discovered that the thing was a cursed item and wanted to protect themselves.

The thought of sticking my tongue out at the other person, secretly blaming them, and even muttering to myself the moment they took the ribbon...

These actions can only be described as egregious.

Just thinking about it made Lilith feel suffocated by the intense self-blame and guilt.

"Um, Lilith, you..."

Roland, sitting opposite her, spoke softly to comfort her, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the little girl bury her head even lower.

"I'm fine."

Lilith murmured softly, turning to bury her face in her sister's arms, and faint sobs could be heard.

Why are you crying?

Roland's expression froze for a moment, then he realized that he had messed things up again.

He glanced at Lyra silently, and seeing that she hadn't noticed him, he quietly covered his face.

If his teammates saw him burying his head in the sand like an ostrich, they would probably secretly laugh at him.

But today is a little different.

Everyone will return to Camp 2 at noon, not because of hunger, but because of Viktor.

Everyone vividly remembers his performance; his archery skills, so precise that he hit the weak points 100% of the time, are irreplaceable.

Lyra had already analyzed it.

This mission is as dangerous as an A-level bounty. Without Viktor, not only would the mission likely fail, but it would also be difficult for everyone to return alive.

"..."

Leila stroked her sister's head, a thoughtful glint in her eyes.

She thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

I handed that bow to Viktor myself, so why am I fine while he got into trouble?

After much thought, a bad feeling crept into her mind:

They realized their group might be under surveillance, and Viktor, being the most conspicuous one, needed to be eliminated first.

"But, if someone can cast spells or other skills remotely, how high would their level be?"

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her unease gradually rose.

"Squeak."

In this extremely quiet environment filled with anxiety, the door of the wooden cabin that everyone was paying attention to opened.

Oliver stepped out and, seeing everyone staring at him, felt a growing unease. He looked away and said:

"Victor said to give him some time to adjust, and that the exploration would proceed as normal in the afternoon."

These words were spoken.

Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, and their previously extremely depressed expressions finally relaxed.

"Oh my god, how did my barbecue turn into such a burnt mess!"

Someone shouted, and a group of adventurers hurriedly started packing up.

Roland slightly parted his fingers that were covering his eyes, and seeing everyone's reaction, he immediately lowered his hands, revealing a smile:

"Oh, I knew he'd always been blessed by Lady Luck."

Everyone's mood changed completely.

Of all the people present, the two sisters with black hair and black eyes were the quietest.

Lilith hugged Lyra tightly, her sobs growing louder.

Laila's pupils dilated slightly, and she seemed to freeze, staring motionless at the campfire.

"..."

Oliver turned his gaze away from the two sisters, his lips twitching slightly beneath his mask.

What's going on with these two people's reactions? Are they excited or sad? I can't understand it at all.

He silently retreated back into the house and closed the door.

Compared to the complicated situation outside, he still preferred to stay by the captain's side.

After glancing around the room and seeing that Ryan was still by the bedside, he leaned against the door and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

The two people inside were not disturbed by his return.

Ryan's brows were furrowed, and his expression was incredibly complex:

"Hey, did you try something to Lyra and she attacked you?"

Since Victor woke up, Raine has asked this question no less than three times.

"It's because of a curse, brother."

Viktor answered the same question again.

Then, with a helpless wave of his hand, he said, "If you don't want to rest, go outside and help out."

Ryan gave him a strange look, wanting to ask more questions, but his stomach growled loudly at that moment.

"Well, it seems I do need some food."

He sighed, stood up, walked towards the door, grabbed Oliver's arm, opened the door, and went outside.

"I'll prepare your lunch, Victor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door closed again.

Viktor stared at the wooden door for a few seconds and, finding that no one was eavesdropping, slowly sat up.

Then he felt a chill on his back, an uncomfortable feeling of being sweaty.

"..."

Viktor raised an eyebrow slightly, recalling the recurring nightmare he had just experienced.

During the hours he was unconscious, he didn't rest at all and had nightmares the whole time.

In his dreams, he repeatedly watched those painful memories, and even scenes from horror movies he had watched in his past life were replayed in his mind.

"It's not quite hell, but it's very torturous."

Viktor sighed and then brought up his equipment inventory.

My gaze passed over rows of bread and finally landed on a deep red bow.

A bow brimming with memories

Victor took it out and held it in his hand. Looking at the name of the item, it felt as if countless memories were about to flood his mind.

But in reality, no. This tiny device, no bigger than two fingers, seems to have remained unchanged except for not being as worn as before.

No, the bow was supposed to be pink!

The cool sensation brought by the gradual increase in his intelligence attribute made Victor immediately realize that something was wrong.

After reviewing the effects description again, his anxiety finally subsided.

[Target of the curse: Victor]

Curse removal progress: 116 monsters killed out of 1000

The text was incredibly bright red, and just looking at it made one feel dizzy.

"Do I need to kill a thousand monsters to remove the curse?"

As he asked himself this question, he almost blurted out a national treasure.

But his good manners calmed him down.

Upon reflection, I realized that I had wanted the agility-boosting pendant that Oliver was wearing before, but instead of getting that pendant, I got the equipment that boosts intelligence.

While fortune and misfortune are intertwined, if the intelligence boost from the bow tie could be counted as one's own attribute...

"Is it possible to try to exempt from the curse, or reduce its negative effects?"

The moment Victor had the thought, the ribbon in his hand disappeared.