Tales of the Darkest Horse

Feeling nervous about going ham, Shye swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, breathing heavily as he tried to delay his doom.

There was a chance of him inviting disaster should he show too much talent.

After all, there were rumors of people who could extract talent from adventurers through some kind of sinister method.

These were the people he wanted to avoid the most, however, it didn't mean that he was scared to go up against them.

If encountering them was inevitable as he climbed the adventurer ranks, he might as well secure some much-needed support from a prominent guild.

How would he do that? By showing them that he was worth nurturing of course!

Dispelling the doubt shrouding his heart, Shye firmly clamped down on the life staff, grasping it between his teeth—his gaze ablaze with resolve to dethrone Aslan.