Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Intelligence: 13.5 (Passed the threshold)

Through the Ring of Self, Viktor saw his intelligence on his panel and subconsciously reached out to touch the deep red bow above his head.

With the slow improvement of the [Magic Storage Ring] over the past few days, my intelligence has increased by 0.5.

And after the bow amplification, the intelligence really crossed the threshold of 13.

"very good."

Viktor smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed at the air, and a pure crystal ball emitting dazzling light appeared in his palm.

Use the [Profession Orb]

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose to use it.

In this world, the level cap for the "Unemployed" is 1.

This means that no matter how much experience you accumulate and how proficient you become at using ranged and melee weapons, you cannot level up, and therefore cannot gain attributes by leveling up.

The moment Viktor used the Profession Orb, he saw a blur before his eyes as numerous symbols appeared, eventually transforming into ten neatly arranged pieces of profession information.

Perception: [Priest] [Druid]

Agility: [Wanderer] [Ranger]

Charisma: [Warlock] [Sorcerer] [Paladin] [Bard]

Intelligence: [Mage] [Magic Craftsman]

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Victor's eyes as he casually glanced at the ten professions listed.

He felt a little disappointed that he didn't see any hidden classes, but he wasn't planning to choose any class other than [Mage].

He knew that although his perception was as high as 17 and his charm was 16, the upper limit of other professions was no match for that of a mage.

Who could resist a humanoid natural disaster that could unleash a meteor shower with the slightest gesture?

"Change to a mage."

Viktor confirmed in a low voice.

Immediately, the information before him vanished like smoke, while the crystal ball in his hand floated up on its own, transforming into a beam of colorful light that shot towards his forehead.

The moment the professional gem touched the skin, there was no sharp pain like being hit by a real object; instead, it felt like a drop of water seeping into the skin and merging into the body.

Immediately afterwards, Viktor saw a line of text appear before his eyes.

[Curse power detected, has been fused with for you]

[Equipment Slot Information Updated]

[Unemployed → Curse Mage]

"Huh?" Victor's pupils widened slightly at first, then he exclaimed in surprise.

No, what did you update? What is a curse...?

The moment he began to have doubts about the profession, the corresponding information appeared in his mind.

A so-called curse mage is an ordinary mage who has awakened a bloodline that naturally allows him to cast curses; such a thing is extremely rare on the continent.

Awakening one's bloodline can be achieved either through inheritance from ancestors, through the use of high-level magical tools, or through forced modification by others.

In short, it has a certain degree of uniqueness.

"I'm a really good person, how could I curse someone?"

Viktor's expression was complicated, with a hint of struggle in his eyes.

But his right hand, like a traitor defying its master's will, slowly rose.

"Smack."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, a magic ring shimmering with green light flashed and disappeared from his fingertips.

On the ground, a mouse that had just crawled out from under the bed suddenly fell to its side, its limbs flailing wildly.

Its long, sharp snout opened and closed slightly, as if pleading for help, but it made no sound.

But Victor ignored it.

Yu Guangzhong observed that the gray rat quickly stopped struggling and stopped breathing.

"..."

Victor looked at his right hand, which he had just used to cast a spell, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

He had simply cast the curse spell "Silence Curse," which he had learned automatically upon job advancement, at a moving source of magic within the room.

This spell is actually not very effective; it can only render a creature unable to speak. Once the creature tries to speak, the magic in the air will suffocate it to death.

"This spell is only at the first stage?"

Viktor sensed the magic power he had accumulated within his body through the [Magic Storage Ring], and it was only 10% less than 100%.

He immediately realized that this curse spell seemed to be able to break the limitation of the [Magic Storage Ring] which could only be used three times a day.

Is it because curse spells are not considered spells?

Yes, a curse is a curse, not a spell, so it's not affected by the three-time limit!

"Does that mean I can get unlimited refills?"

Sure enough, exploiting bugs is an unavoidable part of the process.

As he felt the magic of the ring about to be fully restored, the light in Victor's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Aside from the "Silence Curse," which is a somewhat lethal curse,

He also mastered four other auxiliary curses.

If you can use this technique multiple times in actual combat, won't your opponent be driven to despair?

Upon realizing this, Viktor felt his heart racing and his face flush with joy.

"call......"

He quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down, and at the same time reached his hands towards his head, trying to lean back against the headboard.

But as soon as he reached out, he suddenly touched a bow on his head, and his movement froze.

It wasn't the curse that frightened him, but rather the information that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Nightmare's Touch

A curse formed from intense resentment.

When someone touches a designated item, the person is highly likely to have nightmares while asleep and easily fall into a negative state of memory.

If the nightmare lasts for three days, the cursed person will be forever trapped in the deep dream.

"I never thought I would wake up again in three days. Luckily, I got to see it one last time."

After realizing how terrible the bow tie was, Viktor frowned slightly, but then he relaxed when he thought about his current profession.

Killing a thousand monsters in three days to break the curse is, frankly, a bit of a stretch.

However, after he learned about the curse "Nightmare Touch," some solutions were silently discovered by him.

"This curse seems to be a three-ring curse. I can't break it directly, but I can modify it slightly."

As Viktor thought this, a green light surged in his eyes.

A cursed magic power, possessed only by a curse mage, spread within his body, expanding like a spiderweb.

Soon, the Nightmare Touch, which originated from an external spell—a tentacle emitting a purple glow in our senses—was found.

Victor could sense it; it was right on the surface of his heart.

"Squeak."

But just as Victor was about to make his move, the door opened.

"Here you go, I just baked this... Wait, why do you have a bow in your hair?"

With a smile on his face, Renn strode in carrying a large piece of roasted meat, then paused for a moment and rubbed his eyes.

You've misjudged.

Viktor also realized what was happening and a thought flashed through his mind.

Raine looked again and indeed saw no red ribbon in his field of vision, so he handed over the roast meat.

Does this mean it's for me?

Seeing the other person's excited expression, Victor looked down at the roast meat that was being offered to his mouth.

The ribs were slightly charred, perhaps because no spices were added; the faint burnt smell masked the natural aroma of the meat.

He tentatively took a bite and began to chew.

It was indeed overcooked.

"How is it?"

"tasty."

Although it was somewhat against his will, Viktor still smiled and responded, then prepared to take the barbecue.

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing this positive review, the other person actually moved the grilled meat away and revealed a sly smile:

"If you want to eat it, just bake it yourself, hahaha."

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

"..."

Viktor was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party had sent him to test the poison: "This kid needs to be taught a lesson."

He gave a helpless smile and prepared to continue with his work, but just as he began to concentrate...

A pretty figure approached from the doorway.

Viktor glanced at the other person and immediately remembered what had happened before his return journey.

"What happened?"