Chapter 140
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Caster felt conflicted about how to address his weaknesses. He knew he needed to either offset them with some enchanted gear or double down on his strengths.

"Maybe if I can find some mana stones to boost my agility, I’ll be quicker in combat," he thought.

"Or perhaps focusing on my defenses and magic power would be a better idea. If I get hit, I need to survive it."

He paused for a moment, staring down at the map in his hands. "Either way, I should decide after I see my tier 2 class options," he mused.

Hybrid classes were out there, and he'd heard stories of people obtaining them, but Caster wasn’t sure if he had what it took to secure one.

"Focus on what I can control," he muttered to himself, thinking back to his days learning magic and smithing. He had bigger priorities.

"A dungeon, an auction house, and a relatively new city. If I can get there quickly enough, I might be able to buy some cheap real estate while the place is still growing."

That was another thing—he needed a m
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