I... Have Been Cursed!

Only a small portion were obtained in the subsequent war or from wild Black Witches outside.

The difference between the two was so small that it might only come down to whether the person who transplanted the Magic Eye called themselves a Demon Hunter.

After all, compared to the scumbags who gouged out eyes to improve themselves, using a label like 'Demon Hunter who specifically hunts evolved beings' as a facade was always a bit better.

At least, to the outside world, they existed for a so-called 'noble cause.'

People, after all.

To put it bluntly, they were still social animals.

As long as they lived in society, they would more or less care about their reputation.

Especially in the face of this so-called noble cause of 'for all humanity,' there was no sense of guilt to speak of.

After all, it was for the sake of all humanity.

“Great, all packed.”

After closing the buckle on the package, the captain breathed a sigh of relief.

Although cards could hold many things and even allow stacking, the number of slots was very limited.

Even if the dozen cards of their dozen members were combined, the supplies they could carry still wouldn't support them through an entire dungeon run.

To put it simply, their main task now was dungeon investigation and information gathering.

So, besides essential weapons, equipment, and spares, the most important thing they needed to carry was supplies.

The amount of consumables—whether food, water, or potions—carried by each person occupied at least half of their card slots.

It looked like a lot, but for a dive that required them to stay for ten to fifteen days, it was still not enough.

Especially this time.

Since it was so hard to gather everyone together, running a dungeon and killing some monsters was definitely on the agenda.

In the captain's plan, this dive wasn't just for exploration; he also intended for them to lay low for a while.

According to his thinking, they needed to stay hidden for another two months to avoid the heat of the Black Witches' hunt.

After all, those Black Witches were truly ruthless.

Others might not know the details, as that kind of classified information hadn't appeared on the world channel.

But as a witness.

As one of the people being hunted by the Black Witches, he was all too aware of their ferocity.

Whenever they tracked down the location of an invader, that place would inevitably become a site of blood and carnage, or at the very least, a sea of fire.

In other words, they wouldn't let anyone go who had even the slightest connection to those who participated in the battle for the Abandoned Land.

This was one of the reasons their deeds hadn't appeared on the world channel.

They were eliminating them root and branch.

The people who knew the truth didn't dare come out to stir things up like they had before.

After all, they were also afraid the witches would find them.

Of course, the most important reason might be that to those people, they were likely just pawns who could be discarded at any time after use.

No!

In reality, they were 'pawns'!

While the captain wasn't particularly outstanding or smart, he still had a sense of awareness.

He knew exactly what role he and his men played in this so-called 'organization.'

But as the lowest tier at the very end of the 'organization,' it was already good enough that they could keep the Magic Eyes they had obtained.

At least, that was what the captain believed.

“So, do we set out now?”

The captain asked the group.

“Let's go tomorrow. It's almost dark; it'll be bad if we can't reach the dungeon in time,” someone suggested.

Although everyone's job was to run dungeons, these

“This is what the client requested. Apparently, there are several other investigation teams involved. We're supposed to meet tonight to divide the investigation areas. But if we leave now and move fast, we can still make it to the dungeon.”

Although mana turbulence and mana tides existed in dungeons, they were much weaker compared to those on the Kalim continent.

They might not even have a tenth of the power.

Therefore, many adventurers liked to spend the night inside dungeons.

It was just that shelters couldn't be moved in; otherwise, they might have even wanted to live in the dungeons.

“If it's the client's request, then there's no choice.”

“True.”

Once they heard the benefactor's request, those who had wanted to rest lost their will to complain.

After all, the client provided the money and resources; even this shelter's upgrades had been done with materials provided by them, and they were the ones purchasing the witch blood.

Under such circumstances, no one would resist.

In fact, they felt that compared to their previous lives as adventurers doing missions, the tasks given by these patrons were simply too easy.

While people could still die, the returns were tangibly large.

So, the group left the shelter with their luggage.

However, as they walked through the streets of the adventurer city, a bolt of mana invisible to them shot over with a 'whoosh' and exploded among the dozen of them with a 'crack.'

Finally, this mana split into four, entering the bodies of four different people.

“Ah—”

“Ugh!”

“What's happening!!?”

Suddenly, the four of them fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

Seeing this, the others immediately went over to support them.

The adventurers and merchants on the street stopped to watch.

Again, there were far too few entertainment activities on the Kalim continent. Even a small disturbance could attract a crowd of onlookers.

In this regard, the number of agents of chaos among Transmigrators was indeed expanding.

“I... don't know. Suddenly... I suddenly feel like my whole body is in pain.”

“Me... me too...”

“It feels like the pain is deep in my bones.”

“This pain is strange. It's bearable... but not quite. It's like... repeatedly testing the edge of screaming.”

One of them gritted their teeth and explained their current state.

“Is it that strange? Are you sick? Or maybe poisoned?”

As experienced adventurers and veterans of the Abandoned War, they naturally made a judgment immediately.

“Antidotes, life potions, and check your status. See what kind of poison is listed there.”

The captain didn't panic at all, issuing orders calmly and collectedly.

The team members also prepared methodically upon hearing the instructions.

On a technical level, this team coordinated well and could be considered a decent squad.

At the very least, they were stronger than many other adventurer teams.

However, when the people being supported opened their personal information in agony, they were stunned.

“What is it?”

Seeing his teammate's dazed expression, the captain frowned and asked.

The teammate looked up at the captain and gave a smile that looked worse than crying.

He couldn't help but smile.

Or rather, when he saw the status on his body, he was directly incensed into a laugh by those few absurd words.

“What exactly happened?”

Seeing his teammate's condition becoming more and more problematic, the captain's frown deepened.

“I... have been cursed!”