CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 23: WHAT MUST COME WILL ALWAYS COME

Gu Mo also noticed the area beside him, catching a glimpse of a crimson hue from the corner of his eye, and more importantly, feeling a warmth that seemed almost tangible.

Like sitting in front of a blazing fireplace in winter, he could clearly feel the radiated warmth and heat from the hearth. But it wasn’t unbearably hot; instead, it was a comforting sensation enveloped and protected by warmth... He turned his head to look and, unsurprisingly, saw the large fox lying beside him.

It looked exactly the same as the one he saw in the "Treasure Vault" room before. So, does this mean the randomly selected reward was this?

Did he actually draw a Guardian Spirit?

Gold Level rewards are really this generous? Although it states that a random reward is drawn, and what appears in the "Treasure Vault" when you use the key is entirely up to chance, getting a Guardian Spirit...

It already indicates that Gold Level rewards basically correspond to this tier of items, right?

As expected from the Golden Key and Golden Treasure Vault, they’re truly worth their weight in gold!

He thought that a B-level overall rating was easy to achieve. He hardly put in much effort and could easily attain that rating, so he assumed it might look high-end but was actually a standard that anyone with hands could achieve, since he’d encountered similar things before.

Like action game ratings, where even mashing the keyboard could earn you a B-level or A-level rating, beginners might be misled to think they have some talent.

But in reality, it’s not even considered satisfactory, because as long as you’re not standing still doing nothing, you can get a rating with a few random attack button presses... It’s really just about having hands, or maybe not even that. It was precisely because of this that, realizing he hadn’t contributed even one percent of the total damage thus far, Gu Mo felt it might be the same trick.

But now it seems that’s not the case. If it really were so easy to get something of this level, he would be laughing in his sleep from the dreams.

Perhaps the surprise came too suddenly, Gu Mo felt a bit overwhelmed. He blinked, naturally showing no reaction, but nodded calmly at Fujikichiro by the door: "Thank you, uncle, for your trouble."

He appeared very polite, showing no sign of being bewildered at seeing a Guardian Spirit for the first time, as if this was a common occurrence.

At this moment, the large fox lying quietly beside him gradually faded away, first turning transparent and then completely disappearing into the air... Yet Gu Mo still felt its presence, as if he had established a subtle and mysterious connection with it from the very beginning.

The fox continued to guard his side, never leaving, just concealed. He had a clarity in his mind and an inexplicable sense of security.

Perhaps it was psychological, or maybe it was the mysterious influence of the Guardian Spirit, like knowing that even in a strange environment, as a foreigner in a foreign land, he would always have a friend beside him.

Although this friend was silent and invisible to others, almost like talking about the air...

But he knew it existed for sure and would silently support his future actions, accompanying him on his journey.

"Oh dear, calling me uncle, I’m not that old yet..."

At this time, watching the fox-shaped Guardian Spirit disappear, Fujikichiro came back to his senses, his mouth twitching a few times as he tried hard to defend himself:

"I’m actually still quite young, not even thirty yet, just looking a bit mature. Don’t call me uncle..."

"Alright, uncle, got it, uncle."

Gu Mo was always quick to accept correct suggestions from others. He gathered his thoughts, aware that it wasn’t the time to become distracted by Guardian Spirit matters, nodded to indicate he understood, and asked the corresponding question:

"Then how should I address you, uncle?"

Meanwhile, he pondered internally, the claim of being less than thirty years old suggesting he’s about to turn thirty?

It seemed like that was indeed the case. He scrutinized the man before him, noting that although his face appeared mature and his beard and hair were meticulously groomed, there wasn’t much of a heroic look. Instead, it seemed a bit cunning with a sly expression.

Hmm, no wonder he’s called Monkey, there’s indeed a resemblance in his features...

However, if it were normal history, the exact age of Fujikichiro at this time is unknown, but he should indeed still be quite young. Gu Mo seriously contemplated, but unfortunately, when playing games, he only learned some information about Hidechika.

Of course, this dungeon world doesn’t adhere to normal historical perspectives, as it’s been significantly modified, so discrepancies aren’t surprising.

"Hehe, you can just call me Fujikichiro, or Monkey. That’s what those familiar with me call me, as you can see, that’s the case..."

Fujikichiro came over, unfazed by the mess on the ground, sat down with a thud, and laughed as he put down his large bags, which collided, making crisp sounds. The loosely tied openings revealed glimmers of gold and silver.