Chapter 138
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Caster stood before his workshop, overwhelmed by a sense of regret. “Was I just being naive?” He commented walking up, brows furrowed. “I can’t do this alone. It doesn't matter how much I got; if someone can just break in and kill me.”

He thought about the demon he had heard about—a figure with wealth and protection but still vulnerable to attack. “Even with all that money and a bodyguard, he couldn’t stop the attack,” Caster said aloud, shaking his head. “I need strength. Real strength.”

Approaching the workshop door, he paused, lost in thought. “It’s time to close this chapter,” he said resolutely. “If I really want to power up my HP and also boost strength then, I have to take matters into my own hands.”

Before opening the door, he carefully deactivated the magical traps he had set up. “Can’t have anyone getting zapped by mistake,” he murmured, turning off the electric wards on the doors and windows. “These traps are tricky to manage, but they’re crucial.”

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