Father, save me!

It's dark here, I am scared of Mordin!

...

There wasn't an opening but the name, in the end, made Kieran raise a puzzled brow.

Mordin?

Mordin!

There were a lot of people with the name Mordin in the dungeon world but there was only one Mordin that could be involved in such a high-level battle in Kieran's mind.

The master sculptor from the papal age 600 hundred years ago, the Mordin!

Kieran never believed in coincidences.

The moment he stepped into this dungeon world, he was faintly connected to Mordin's sculptures.

Kieran was suspecting, other than the visible opponents, was there another manipulator behind the scenes?

Even with the effects of [Lucky Card], the dungeon before him progressed a little too smoothly.

If a single [Lucky Card] was able to achieve this effect, Kieran believed the prayer technique would have changed it all. But the fact was, even prayers had limits, a lot of limits, any slight misstep would cause one to fall short and fail miserably