Wizard: I Add Points and Hunt Monsters

Not only that, but several memory fragments flashed through Wei’en’s mind—scenes of his predecessor practicing the harmonica.

In those memories, a radiant smile always graced his predecessor’s face while he played the harmonica, and he seemed incredibly happy.

And beside him was none other than the girl he had seen in the Illusion Realm during his advancement to Official Mage—the one who called herself his predecessor’s sister, Estelle Loft.

’Did my predecessor really have a sister?’

’So, were these memories destroyed or sealed away by someone?’

Subconsciously, Wei’en followed his body’s instincts, gently inhaling and exhaling as he began to play "Forbidden Item 2-77, Karel’s Whisper"!

WOOO... WOOOO... WOOOOO...

As he played, a melodious tune filled the air and reached everyone’s ears.

A faint, murmured whisper emerged from within the music, slowly growing clearer. Its pitch rose and fell, as if it were confiding a secret one moment and laying a curse the next. The tone grew deeper and darker, evoking an emotional journey from innocence to despair.

"That’s a famous piece from the Eastern Continent... ’To the Gentle Hathaway’..."

Pavla gently flapped her golden wings, her calm gaze fixed on Wei’en. Seeing the look of pure bliss on his face as he lost himself in the music, she felt as if her heart had been dealt a heavy blow.

She couldn’t help but wonder, ’How could someone this warm end up where he is today, standing in opposition to Dawn?’

"Ngh!"

But in front of her, Huberto’s expression changed drastically. As the murmured whispers echoed in his ears, the Power of Faith within him plummeted. In an instant, his Origin, Resilience, and Spirit all dropped by a third, as if they had been sealed!

’This is...’

"It’s a curse! That Forbidden Item’s effect is a curse!"

While Huberto fumed, the other Holy Professionals also cried out in alarm. The curses affecting them varied; some, like the Judgment Knight, found their strength weakened, while others experienced diminished senses. Some couldn’t even move...

But Wei’en remained oblivious to their plight.

As he played the song from his predecessor’s memories, his mind and body became completely immersed in the melody. It was as if he had returned to those memory fragments, experiencing his predecessor’s emotions—longing, reluctance, and a bitter unwillingness to let go...

[You have used "Forbidden Item 2-77, Karel’s Whisper." Your fate trajectory has been altered. Current Encounter Progress: 20/100. Evaluation: And they call this a side effect? Special Reward: Survival Points +20, Origin +2, Spirit Level +2, Resilience Level +2.]

[Under the influence of "Forbidden Item 2-77, Karel’s Whisper," you have received a buff: Your base attributes have doubled, your five senses have been enhanced, your movements have become more agile, your vision is sharper...]

[Note: The price for using "Forbidden Item 2-77, Karel’s Whisper" is a permanent deduction of 2 Resilience Levels per second!]

’Huh?!’

’Two Resilience Levels deducted per second?!’

When this line of Gonzalez script appeared in his mind, Wei’en was jolted back to reality. ’So *this* is what the Sea Crow Race meant by "consuming a certain amount of physical strength"?’

’Two levels a second, two levels a second... If I use this for a minute, won’t I lose 120 Resilience Levels?!’

’This is outright robbery!’

Realizing this, Wei’en stopped playing and looked at them coldly. "Are you ready for death?"

Hearing his words, the faces of every Holy Professional aboard the *Kenzan Frolof* fell. Judgment Knight Huberto’s expression, in particular, turned grim.

’This has gotten tricky...’

...

...

Meanwhile, less than two hundred kilometers south of the *Ronan*, a Five-Masted Sailing Ship with the figurehead of a terrifying behemoth was speeding toward Wei’en’s location.

"Report! One hundred eighty kilometers out, we’ve spotted the Dawn Church’s *Kenzan Frolof*!"

"First Officer, the *Ronan* is there too!!"

"Wait, it looks like the *Ronan*’s been sunk! It’s broken in two!"

"Repo—"

"Shut up! I’m not blind!"

Black Jack cursed. Standing on the ship’s figurehead, he gazed forward, able to see the situation aboard the white-and-gold Five-Masted Sailing Ship clearly. His brow furrowed. "The Dawn Church’s Judgment Knight, Huberto Watson... Tsk, tsk. Looks like they’ve stumbled into something big."

Yuan nodded from beside him. Wei’en’s reflection appeared in his golden pupils, and a slight smile played on his lips.

"So it really is the little guy..."

"Who?" Black Jack paused, his gaze shifting slightly. He noticed the figure on the wreckage of the *Ronan*, and his eyes shot open. "Dammit, is that the perverted Investigator?!"

Yuan faltered. "Perverted?"

"Investigator?" Hearing the word, Marco, who had been fast asleep, was jolted awake. "Who are you talking about?"

"Heh heh," Black Jack grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. He chuckled, "It’s definitely someone you know..."

"Someone I know? An Investigator?"

Marco lifted the slip of paper from his face, rubbed his eyes, and followed their gaze...

"Huh?!"

’Wei... Wei’en...’

’It’s Wei’en?!’

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