Chapitre 1187: Luck?

"Like you?"

Kieran sized up Borl.

He didn't sense any negative energy or any signs of a curse; Borl was quite normal, to be honest.

"You didn't notice the unusual?"

"I suppose that's right as well."

"Why else will I be unusual other than my strength that has grown weaker," Borl mocked himself.

Kieran didn't reply, instead, he waited quietly for Borl to elaborate.

"My strength already speaks for itself!"

"When my strength got near to or even close to surpassing the Witch, the mark she left behind was activated, hence my powers were greatly crippled!"

"My dungeon runs after that failed consecutively and if it wasn't for a life-saving item, I would have died in the dungeons."

"But using that item has a price to pay and it pushed me down from a high-ranker to less than a common veteran player. More importantly, I still have to run Advance Rank dungeons now!"

Borl's voice became dry after the confession.