Bradley: "All members who need a contract to sell your soul, come to the base. You have ten minutes to get here, no late arrivals!"
Dancing Giant Boobs: "For those who've reached level 30, come here to receive your Life Fruit."
Nightshade: "Please, don't come to the first layer of the maze! You're seriously affecting my planting."
Madman: "I swear to you all! If any assassin team member isn't at level 30, you can get lost!"
The grind never ends.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, four days had gone by.
The dungeons around Purple Thunder Fortress had been completed for the first time by Bradley and the others, with massive loot, skill books, experience, and Soul Seals collected.
Coupled with Orson's relentless grind, the guild warehouse was filled to the brim with spoils—high-quality blue gear in the 20-30 level range, Soul Seals of the Spirit class, which had all gone from being a luxury to the basic equipment for every guild member.
