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A month had passed since the trio set sail toward Dawn City, and during this time, they had grown closer, sharing stories and experiences. The rhythmic sounds of the ocean waves provided a backdrop to their camaraderie.

One day, as Mo realized they had been sailing for about a month, a concern crossed his mind—he had forgotten about food supplies. Before he could voice his worry, both Shao and Glenn calmly dismissed the issue.

"No need."

"Huh? Why?" Mo inquired, genuinely curious.

Shao, wearing a sly grin, didn't respond verbally. Instead, he poured a bit of his TP into one of his rings, conjuring an array of food supplies seemingly out of thin air.

"I always bring food with me," Shao declared, a hint of pride in his tone.

Mo's eyes widened in realization as he discovered that storage rings were not just a fantasy but a reality in this world. Silently, he employed his skill to examine Shao's ring.

"Status, Target: Shao's Left pinky ring"

BEEP!

[Storage Ring - White rank]

- 3x3 cubic meters storage space. Can store any inanimate objects.

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Glenn, on the other hand, showcased his talent in artistry during their journey. He spoke of his dream to establish a guild of "Artists," his enthusiasm evident in his words.

A sudden thought struck Mo's mind, prompting him to ask Glenn, "Hey, you have an 'Artist' job, right?"

"Yeah, my dad granted me that job back in Dawn City. What about it?" Glenn responded with curiosity.

"Can I see your designs?" Mo inquired, without revealing much about his own intentions.

"Sure." Glenn produced five sheepskin scrolls from his storage ring and handed them to Mo.

While the designs appeared straightforward—cute fluffy dogs and knife-shaped tools for butchering—Mo's interest was piqued when he reached the last sheepskin, discovering an ancient text tattoo.

[Ένα βαρέλι κατακτά όλα με το αίμα μου ως σφαίρες]

"What does this mean?" Mo asked, intrigued.

"I'm not sure. I can only read a bit of it, and I don't know its power. I bought it from an auction in Dawn City because it seemed interesting," Glenn explained, shrugging.

"'Blood as bullets,'" Glenn continued, "that's all I could decipher from my research."

Mo, struck by a thought, began contemplating. Although unconfirmed, if his suspicions were correct, it would be a significant discovery.

Taking a gamble, Mo made a request. "Can you bestow this design upon me? I need a new tattoo now that I'm at the White brand."

"But I'm only at the Gray brand. I can't help you, even if I wanted to," Glenn expressed doubt.

"I'll help you," Mo declared, surprising the duo. Without warning, he leaped out of the boat and dived into the water, leaving Shao and Glenn waiting nervously for what would unfold.

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The boat's surface rippled as Mo, dripping wet, reappeared on board with a squirming Savage Sea Beast in his hands.

"Kill this," Mo instructed.

"Huh? Why?" Glenn asked, looking baffled.

"Ahh! To mark up! Wow, you're smart, Mo! With this, within a month, Glenn can reach the 5th Mark White Brand. After about 5 months, he can undergo his System Awakening to break through to the Blue Brand. Then, within 6 months, he can help you get a new Tattoo Skill!" Shao blurted out enthusiastically, not waiting for Mo's response.

"Ahh? I can be a White brand too?" Glenn murmured emotionally.

"Six months is too long, don't worry, trust me," Mo reassured, shrugging.

And so it began. For the last 10 days, Glenn tirelessly hunted Savage Sea Beasts, the ocean serving as the backdrop to his relentless pursuit. Mo ensured a steady supply of beasts while taking turns diving with Shao.

Suddenly, a radiant white light enveloped Glenn's body. When the light dissipated, a transformed aura emanated from him, colored in pure white.

"Finally, White brand. Please, no more killing," Glenn pleaded, on the verge of tears.

Mo halted their routine and handed a peculiar seal to Glenn.

"Huh?! Ardor's Seal?! Why do you have it?" Glenn asked in surprise.

"Chief Gordon handed it to me and asked me to deliver it to the 4th Prince of Balrog," Mo explained.

"Do me a favor and use the seal. Bestow me that design for my new Tattoo," Mo requested, his tone serious.

With trembling hands, Glenn carefully placed the seal on his left hand.

"Okay, I owe you my life, so I'll help," Glenn eventually nodded.

Shao, who had been observing the exchange, grew bored with not understanding the purpose of the seal. Deciding to catch some sleep, he reclined by the side of the boat.

"Where do you want to put it?" Glenn asked.

"Here," Mo pointed to the left side of his neck, extending to the back of his ear.

Glenn nodded and activated the seal with his aura. His right hand, enveloped in white energy, began drawing in mid-air. Abruptly, the white aura shifted into a shade of blue.

After an intense 10 minutes of continuous drawing, Glenn was drenched in sweat.

"BRAND!" Glenn bellowed, pointing toward Mo's neck.

A line of text slowly formed on Mo's neck, the pain evident as grunts escaped from him.

After an arduous 10 minutes...

"Done!" Glenn ceased, dropping to the floor and panting heavily.

Mo, with closed eyes, couldn't help but smile at the information displayed in his system.

BEEP!

[Congratulations to host on receiving your white brand tattoo!]

[Translation done!]

[Host status will now be updated! Please have a look!]

Status:

Mo Hardinger (Human)

Age: 11

Job: None

Title: None

Status function level: 10

(Can be used to inspect items and creatures. Cannot see stats of someone with higher status level than the user. Hides user stats from status level of 9 and below.)

Stat points: 0

Stats:

Power: 15 (+0)

Speed: 31 (+0)

Intellect: 20 (+0)

HP: 17/17

TP: 10/10

Condition: Healthy

Tattoo Information:

Brand Level: White Brand 5th Mark

TExp: 3542/250000

Skill Points: 0

Innate Tattoo: Devil's Rage

Class: Tool (Special)

Category: Materialization

Effects:

-Dark Aura (lvl:5)

Provides an aura of a slaughterer that scares others within a 12-meter radius as long as its brand level is lower than the user. (Passive)

-Devil's Grin (lvl:5)

Upon activation, multiplies Power, Speed, and HP by 2.5 times within 2 minutes. (Instant) (2TP Cost) (CD: 1min)

-Soul Eyes (Special)

This effect's level corresponds to the user's brand level. Using the mask's red pupils, the user peeks into the target's soul locating the target's weakness. (Instant) (2TP for 1min) (CD: 1min)

Tattoo(White): Alucard's Gun

Class: Text (Rare)

Category: Conjurer

Chant:

-"A barrel conquers all with my blood as bullets."

Conjures a very big silver pistol with ancient carvings on its barrel. Consumes HP for every bullet. Int*3 = Dmg. +50% Dmg when killing demons. (1HP per bullet) (No CD)

Passive: +5 Max HP boost.

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As Glenn caught his breath, Shao stirred from his nap, groggily asking, "What's happening?"

"Mo just got a new tattoo," Glenn replied, still panting.

The trio rested for a while as the excitement settled. Mo, now adorned with his new tattoo, felt a surge of power coursing through him. The ocean around them seemed to whisper tales of the newfound strength.

After a brief respite, Shao, ever curious, spoke up, "So, what's the plan now?"

"We head to Dawn City," Glenn answered. "Mo, you said you wanted to go there, right?"

Mo nodded, "Yes, it seems like an interesting place to explore."

With a renewed sense of purpose, the trio set sail again, leaving the vast sea behind. The journey toward Dawn City continued, filled with anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead.

Days turned into nights, and the boat cut through the waves under the vast canvas of stars. During this time, they shared stories, laughed, and even sang to pass the time. The camaraderie among the three grew stronger with each passing day.

As Dawn City's silhouette appeared on the horizon, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty filled the air. The city's lights sparkled like stars beckoning them closer.