Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Compared to the decadent life of a cult member, Viktor's struggles in another world and his battles with criminals are all of extraordinary significance.

Rather than the weight of two lifetimes of memories, it was more like the weight of an entire world, and that medal doubled that weight.

As he pondered this, the tray beneath Viktor began to sink rapidly.

"Click!"

Quinn, on the other hand, was lifted to the maximum height of the scale by the tray, almost turning ninety degrees.

He is now closer to the blood moon.

But looking at the tangible representation of his faith before him, there was no gratitude in his eyes, only a sea of ​​crimson.

The crimson was extremely dim, filled with resentment, but even more so with shattered hope.

"That's not fair."

Quinn muttered to himself, looking down at the blurry land some distance away.

As if only now did fear arise, he slumped onto the tray, a maniacal smile spreading across his face, while two streams of bloody tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Hahaha... Why should his memories carry that weight? That's not fair..."

The old man was both crying and laughing, and he kept roaring throughout.

"..."

Viktor heard a muffled sound in the wind and realized that the other person had suffered a mental breakdown.

But he felt no sympathy whatsoever, simply standing indifferently on his tray, looking down at the crimson continent.

The person who tried to harm him was Quinn.

Quinn was the one who made a deal with him but harbored malicious intentions. Even though the other party gave him the medal that would decide the outcome, the other party simply did not understand the value of the medal.

Finally, Quinn pulled himself into this bizarre space, intending to kill him.

"I won."

"After finishing his sentence," Viktor said calmly.

At the same time, he felt the light clusters around him being drawn back into his body.

As if the scales had finally determined the winner between the two sides in the transaction, they slowly returned to their original positions.

And a voice, neither male nor female, echoed in Victor's mind.

"The victor...Victor, will have everything Quinn has to offer."

Without any transition after he finished speaking, Viktor felt a buzzing in his head, and the things in front of him began to distort. A strong sense of dizziness engulfed everything.

......

I don't know how much time has passed.

Viktor slowly regained consciousness and then smelled a faint floral fragrance.

It smells nice, but for some reason it feels familiar.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a delicate and three-dimensional face. A few stray strands of hair on the other person's forehead made their features even more stunning.

"Elena?"

Viktor was surprised and doubtful. After confirming that this was the golden-haired girl, he quickly sat up and realized that he had been sharing a bed with her without even knowing when.

He quickly checked his clothes and realized he was still wearing the same black robe, then he understood.

After I completely passed out yesterday, I must have been found by the girl and taken back to her room.

However, the other party is really carefree.

He took a deep breath and looked away from the girl.

There was already a bluish light outside the window, and it seemed like dawn was approaching.

"The hotel didn't collapse?"

Victor thought for a moment, then without hesitation, he walked past Elena, got off the bed, and left the room.

There was no sign of any other residents in the corridor.

Viktor was not puzzled by this.

The situation in Vinniex has likely been going on for more than just a day or two; it's normal for all the residents to have left by now.

But what about Quinn?

With this question in mind, he pushed open his door, but his steps faltered.

There, a pale-faced old man lay stiffly on the ground.

Viktor stepped forward and saw that the other person's pupils were dilated and his corneas were cloudy, and he realized that the other person was already a corpse.

In other words, the transaction that took place last night in that "Blood Moon Space"... is complete.

Viktor had seen plenty of corpses in his previous life, so he simply stepped over one and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"strangeness."

After careful recollection, he could not find any memories belonging to Quinn.

Furthermore, none of the opponent's magical artifacts appeared on my person.

Viktor raised an eyebrow slightly, recalling the outcome announced by the scales:

"Since I'm getting everything from Quinn, I should already own anything that belongs to him."

Almost instinctively, he brought up his equipment inventory.

After searching for a while, he indeed found several new items.

Quinn's Memories (Gray)

Quinn's Body Control (Gray)

Quinn's Soul (Grey)

In addition to these, the opponent's magical tools are also displayed in the equipment inventory, and even the [Tavern Control] item is included there.

Viktor raised an eyebrow and tried to take out the item, but nothing came out of his hand. Instead, he felt a peculiar sensation.

Under the influence of [Magic Affinity], he could see countless blue lines extending from all parts of the inn and falling into his hand.

But for some reason, there was another line attached to Quinn's abdomen.

"..."

Victor crouched down, lifted Quinn's clothes, and saw blue runes arranged in circles, which were very mysterious and looked like a magic circle.

The extra blue line extends from here, and its purpose is self-evident.

"No wonder the corpse wasn't added to the equipment inventory; it turns out the key to the formation is in Quinn's abdomen."

Viktor sighed, thinking that the other person really had a wicked sense of humor.

But when I thought about the other person's identity, I felt that it was normal for Quinn to do such a thing.

Victor continued examining the other items, his gaze finally settling on the soul.

Quinn's Soul (Grey)

[Note: He is yours; even if you asked him to die right now, he would do it.]

For mages, souls are precious materials, used not only in experiments but also by some mages who turn these souls into loyal servants.

And now, it seems that I have obtained this thing.

"Quinn, come out."

The soul in the equipment slot disappears the moment the item is used.

Quinn appeared before Victor in a fleeting, ethereal form.

"Owner."

Although he had no memory of it, Quinn still instinctively bowed to Victor.

If you ignore the other person's numb expression, it actually looks pretty good.

"May I enter this body?"

Victor pointed to the corpse on the ground.

He knows very little about the use of the soul, so it's of no use to him now. He might as well test what Quinn can do now.

"As you wish."

Quinn bowed his head, then transformed into a beam of blue light and entered the corpse's brow.

Then, something amazing happened.

Quinn, who had been dead, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then his pupils began to recover.

Viktor was also somewhat amused, and seeing Quinn come back to life, he gave Quinn control of his body as well.

These tools are all absolutely obedient; he can take away control of them at any time if he wants.

There is no question of defection.

"Thank you for giving me a physical body."

Because it was his own body, Quinn adapted quickly, standing up in just over ten seconds and then bowing to Victor.

"Hmm...not bad."

Viktor nodded, his thoughts turning to his last memory.