Chapter 187

The eerie statue towered in the middle of the hall. The figure’s empty face coupled with a lingering white haze and countless kneeling people painted a rather unsettling picture.

Fatty nimbly strode forward, weaving between the Spirits of Misfortune. He’d been cursed with various permanent debuffs: speed decrease, HP decrease, potion effectiveness decrease, etc.

The countless people within the Hall of Misfortune were each a spirit formed from misfortune. When one disappeared, another was instantly born; there was no end to them. At the moment, these spirits, with their ashen faces and wide grayish eyes, surrounded Fatty and hurled themselves at him one after the other. More and more Spirits of Misfortune flocked to him, every one a bodiless entity immune to attack and defense.

Fatty could only gawk as they flung themselves at him, accompanied by a series of system notifications pinging in his ears.

Gradually, his movement grew slower and slower; his max health dropped lower and lower; and, even his appearance changed. White appeared...