Creep Lord

'They got me...'

Eztein laughed inwardly as the guards handcuffed him. He looked at the cuffs and observed them.

'Oh, these cuffs are pretty tough. It can disrupt the flow of mana in my body.'

Breaking these cuffs wasn't that tough for him, but it would at least take him a few minutes with his current physical strength. These cuffs were manufactured in the Champion's Den and delivered throughout the various subsidiary kingdoms, duchies, and empires of Olympus.

It couldn't hold a person who broke a shackle, but it could at least hold a person who solidified mana for a few minutes.

Eztein narrowed his eyes. Since these cuffs were disrupting his mana flow, the corruption of the curse had sped up by several folds.

'Three and a half days... I think that's my limit.'

He took a deep breath as he looked at the blue sky above the city.

...

Souta had no idea what happened to Eztein while he was in the sewers.

"This..."