Chapter 64
Inside the Red Portal
The dark jungle was thick, shadows weaving beneath towering ancient trees as an explosive shout shattered the stillness:
"Tenth Jungle Art — Falcon Dive, Flame Style!"
A blazing meteorite-like strike tore through the dense canopy, crashing down with earth-shattering force upon a pack of monsters. The air was filled with roaring flames and the scent of scorched wood as the creatures howled in pain, scattering like leaves caught in a storm.
When the smoke curled away, Han stood unwavering amid the carnage, fingers curled tightly around a jagged black stone that had fallen from the vanquished monsters' grasp. The stone pulsed faintly, ominous yet undeniably valuable — something rare, its worth comparable to a high B-rank treasure, maybe even A-rank. Without hesitation, Han whispered, "Into the inventory," and the stone vanished from sight, swallowed by the ethereal void of his system's interface.
