Fusing The Nine-Colored Ginseng
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Watson sat on a bed in one of the bedrooms of Blackmoon Castle. There was a spatial pouch on it, and the Great Sin Mask was in his hand. It was as thin as a Cicada's wing.
'If it doesn't have any side effects, I can carry it with me all the time. Should I try fusing the mask with other equipment to see if I can change its attributes?' Watson thought.
If he equipped the Great Sin Mask, he could gain more than ten skills out of thin air. Who would not want to keep such good equipment with him? However, its effect on emotions was a little intense. For example, if he were only to touch the mask, his stomach would rumble non-stop. He felt hungry and wanted to eat everything in front of him.
That feeling originated from the desire to overeat. Perhaps it was because he did not eat in the morning, but that desire was magnified infinitely.
He had to find a suitable solution—he had to become stronger to protect his family.