"Motherfucker!" Liam clutched his head as he hurriedly checked all of his other skills. Nothing else was affected except for this one skill. However, this didn't really make things any easier. While all of his other skills had considerable power, this was the skill he was counting on the most to take out the isons because of their unique ability to evolve at a monstrous pace. Without this skill, how was he going to handle the remaining two red zones and the King or the Brood Mother that might or might not show up? Liam remained still for a few seconds before he let out a deep breath. In reality, he should have already expected something like this to happen. What he did for the past few days was anything but normal. He bent and broke his body every few hours and repeated the same for days together without any stop. [Soul Splice] was a unique skill that gave him a tremendous insurmountable amount of strength, along with a backlash that was equally deadly. Liam managed to overcome the negative drawback by forcefully using the world seed water to repair his body and using the massive number of dead souls to repair his soul. Without even counting the effect of repeatedly doing the same thing on his mind, it looked like the other two aspects were also never properly healed to completion. In this condition, the fight against the second Hive Queen had become the last straw that broke the camel's back. Although Liam himself had expected something like this and was planning to recuperate once the threat of the isons was eradicated completely, he did not think that he would break even before that. He did consider the possibility, but what other backup plan could he possibly come up with? This was why he hoped he could somehow push through until the wave was fully taken care of. But now there was a hitch in that plan, a very, very big one at that. Liam continued to stand outside the magic shop and tried to gather his thoughts. His tired and exhausted mental state was also not helping him too much. In that state, what was going to be his next step? He walked back into the magic shop once again to take a look at the guild chat. Not that he wanted to read more about his injury, rather he was curious to see how the so-called government guilds were tackling the ison problem. However, this information proved difficult to obtain. He scrolled through the mess plenty of times and did not find anything useful. "They are using runic bombs." "Huh?" Liam turned to see his favorite fairy standing right next to him. Tilia shockingly gave him the answer that he had been searching for the past fifteen minutes. "Runic bombs?" He asked, not dwelling on the fact that the fairy had once again come over to him and helped him out of her own volition. "Yes," Tilia replied. "Since one of the magic shops decided to sell something like this to their VIP customer, the other shops are also authorized to do the same." As she explained, a system interface flashed in front of Liam, along with an item description. "Runic bombs to diffuse the runic barrier, huh?" Liam quietly pondered. This was indeed a good strategy, and he did not know how that particular shop fairy was convinced to sell this product, but this was completely useless at the moment. Every single ison had already hatched and was outside the hive, at least in the red zone that he visited. So the runic bombs would be ineffective in tackling this situation. Liam looked up, and his gaze met the fairy who was still silently standing by his side. Tilia did not look away or respond with her usual flirtatious demeanor. She seemed to be looking back at him sincerely. Something had definitely shifted in their interaction dynamics. Liam decided to test this and asked, "Do you have any soul-healing medicine?" Tilia's expression immediately changed, as a look of shock flitted past her delicate face, but the next second, she composed herself and shook her head. "No. Unfortunately, nothing like that is available at the moment." Liam couldn't help but become a little disappointed, although he had already expected this type of response. Unexpectedly, the fairy opened her mouth once again, all on her own, and suggested. "You should check your messages." "Hmmm?" Liam was confused. He did check some of his messages, but they were all spam messages from Alex asking for his whereabouts. There were also some from his sister and Shen Yue. Did someone else perhaps send something? Huh? Were fairies able to access all of the messages? As if reading his mind, Tilia explained, "We can only view things that are discussed in the guild interface, which is associated with the magic shop. The system-bound information is private." So she decided to be my secretary and look through everything? Liam did not say anything. Even if she did not mention this to him, he would have looked at it anyways, so it was not a huge deal. He silently pulled up his messages and took a look. The older messages were from familiar names, every single one belonging to the Crimson Abyss guild. His gaze then shifted to the list of newer messages which were mostly idiotic insults and death threats from strangers. It looked like these people confidently dared to contact him and taunt him after knowing that he had suffered a severe injury. What was this fairy talking about? He scanned from top to bottom and finally zeroed in on the bottom of the list, where there was a message from a familiar name that he hadn't come across in a while. The message was from Madan, the hunter from India and a past member of the Oracle's personal team. "Mr. Liam, I need some help from you." *** Mass Release Chapter 3~ Please thank Daoistkeem for sponsoring this mass release!