บท 109: The Taste of Red Lipstick

Even standing near Jazz wasn't good for Fanfar. His body was about to fall. He preferred to remain unresponsive towards Jazz while suppressing his wheezing breaths. He turned around and walked, albeit with difficulty. He felt his energy drain away. He was so sure that Jazz had cast a black spell on him...

"I'd better find that priest," he thought. But where was he? Who knew this?

"Mod," he whispered, pulling the card from his pocket. "You've got to help me."

The card lit up, displaying the message: "I am here to assist you, Owner."

"Good. Take me to the priest."

"My knowledge of the other players is limited to your own, Owner."

"Damn it!"

"Mind your language, Owner."

"I shouldn't smoke, huh?"

"Your health is important, Owner."

"But what about my level? Tell me, what level am I?"

"One."

"Of course. Because I woke up ten days after the other players. Why didn't you wake me sooner?"