Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Gurgle!"

As Viktor stepped into the passageway large enough for three people to walk side by side, a scream immediately rang out.

The passage was pitch black, but under Victor's [Magic Affinity] vision, the goblins were as conspicuous as incandescent light bulbs in the night.

Victor looked around.

One, two, three... Nearly a dozen goblins with ferocious expressions rushed over at the same time, brandishing their spears!

Clearly, the goblins were prepared, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to detect the intruders so quickly.

But things are different now.

"go."

As Viktor finished speaking.

The [Mage's Hand] appeared out of thin air on his right side, grabbing sharply into the void.

The next second, the rusty longsword was grasped in the hand of this ghostly figure.

Immediately afterwards, Ghost Hand wielded his longsword and charged towards the goblin!

At the moment of contact, there was no sound of weapons clashing, only the whooshing sound of air being torn apart.

The rusty sword's sharpness was brought to its peak by Ghost Hand; the blade sliced ​​through the goblin's neck as easily as a hot knife through butter, in the blink of an eye!

The goblin with its throat slit continued walking forward, while the rusty sword was violently swung by the ghost hand at another goblin.

In an instant, the invisible sword shadow seemed to transform into a winding line, connecting the necks of the dozen or so goblins.

I knew the rusty sword had grazed the neck of the last goblin.

"laugh!"

All the charging goblins had their heads ripped off, blood gushing from the severed necks.

three seconds.

Viktor silently timed it, thinking to himself that having the [Mage Hand] control this rusty sword was a perfect match.

As he pondered, he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart; the warning signs of his magical affinity had been activated at that moment!

Victor immediately focused his gaze ahead and saw a dazzling light rushing towards him from the darkness, arriving in front of him in an instant.

"boom!"

The power of the fireball was considerable; although not as powerful as a large fireball, it still sent up clouds of dust and smoke in the passageway.

Ahead of the passage, a hunched goblin priest appeared, a wicked smile on his ugly face.

Then it took out a spell scroll, on which was drawn the [Low-level Anti-Magic] spell!

As it started to roll, a large expanse of purple light burst forth from it.

"Guwa".

Just as the operation was about to succeed, the spear-wielding goblin guarding the priest shouted with joy.

It knew that once the priest retrieved the human scroll, the intruder, even if not killed, would...

"puff!"

However, before it could even process what was happening, a long sword shot out from the fire and pierced its skull.

In the moment when its consciousness was blurred, it saw a hand covered in blue light burst out of the smoke and dust and grab the priest.

Snapped!

Victor rushed in front of the priest in an instant, slapped the anti-magic scroll away, and then slammed his knee into the old priest's nose.

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the passage, but Victor did not stop. As the old priest was forced to retreat, he steadied himself and then spun around and delivered a whip kick.

With another muffled thud, the short, old priest was sent flying sideways and crashed into the wall of the passage.

"Guwa..."

In just one exchange, the old priest was beaten so badly that his vision was blurred. Seeing the human boy easily avoid the iron clamps on the ground and walk up to him, he immediately declared his submission.

But the boy ignored him, took the longsword handed to him by Ghost Hand, and then suddenly attacked.

"Remember to use the common language in your next life."

Seeing that he had plunged his sword into the old priest's heart, Victor pulled out his longsword, knowing that the other was no longer alive. He spoke calmly and then walked into the depths of the passage with his sword.

Without the priest's obstruction, Viktor only needed to avoid traps throughout the rest of the journey, except for controlling the ghost hand to fight and kill.

These obstacles were already etched into his mind after he used the [God's Perspective] to observe, and he could bypass them even with his eyes closed.

Soon, he smelled a much stronger stench of feces and a strong putrid odor than before.

"..."

Viktor couldn't help but hold his breath, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

As torches appeared in his field of vision, he finally reached the end of the passage, and his steps involuntarily stopped.

Before them lay a vast expanse of grass, a pale throne constructed from about a hundred bones, and several large, open wooden crates surrounding it.

Just from the few single-use spell scrolls that were on display, Victor knew that this trip had been worthwhile.

What caught his attention most was the eerie light emanating from behind the throne.

"equipment?"

Although he couldn't see what it was, Victor already had the answer in his mind and immediately strode over to the throne.

But upon closer inspection, he began to regret his decision.

Behind the throne was the perfectly preserved body of a young girl, who was wearing the same pure white mage robe as herself.

The other person looked terrified, with wide eyes, as if they had experienced something extremely painful.

After noticing these details, Viktor felt that the stench seemed to grow even stronger.

He immediately frowned and began to check the other party's information.

[The student who accidentally trespassed on the territory (green)]

[Note: A fellow student from the same school who accidentally wandered into this place while trying to complete a commission. She had no detection magic and was injured by a trap. She was then left here by a picky goblin and suffocated to death by the stench.]

[Effect: When you carry this item, you are immune to odors. Equipping it grants you a magical pet—the girl who embodies resentment.]

"So, this senior student has actually been... suffocated by the fumes for a long time?"

After reading the description of the effects, Viktor suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

Silvermoon Academy is the third-best magic academy on the continent. How could such a "top-notch" mage emerge from a place like this?

Being suffocated to death by goblin excrement is truly a bizarre way to die.

"But these cowards really set up traps everywhere. If I hadn't opened them... I might not have made it this far."

Looking back at the passage, Victor couldn't help but sigh.

However, he didn't want to linger here for too long, so he immediately added the strange piece of equipment to his inventory.

As the stench disappeared instantly, Victor's expression became much more natural, and he immediately began to collect the surrounding boxes from his inventory.

He hadn't forgotten the purpose of his trip.

Cultivation!

Moreover, the training period is only half a month, after which the black scroll will immediately send him back to the academy to participate in the academy competition where the strength is not equal.

Thinking this, he walked back the way he came, opening his equipment inventory to check the four boxes of items that had been automatically organized by the inventory.

Aside from the dozens of silver coins, what remained were a dozen spell scrolls and two bottles of blue potions.

"Great, these things will greatly improve my battery life."

Viktor nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the equipment he had just acquired.

It was a miniature version of a young girl's corpse, looking more refined than when I first saw it, but still the kind of beauty that would inevitably make you lose your mind if you looked at it for too long.

"Come to think of it, the effect mentioned that after equipping it, you can summon this senior as a magical pet, right?"