After healing myself properly, I finally woke up all the way. If I was resurrected, it was without a body. It seemed like being resurrected to that extent was a lot more straining. Furthermore, without my White Mage spells, it was extremely draining. I had been asleep for a while, but now that I woke up, I was good to go. I couldn’t say exactly how long I had been unconscious. However, I had things to do, and I couldn’t get distracted.

I quickly realized I was in the palace in the Capital. They had put me in one of their guest rooms. I was expecting to wake up in the insurance agencies rooms, so at some point, I must have been moved. Unless… I was resurrected here directly.

I sighed and checked my Inventory skill. “Ah… it survived.”

There was a bit of good news there. Before I even went on the mission, I stashed most of my stuff into my inventory just in case my storage ring was damaged. Well, my ring was destroyed again. These things were rare, and I seemed to be losing them all too easily. At the time, I didn’t expect to die, but it looks like Inventory even transcends death, so that was good. I pulled out some of my clothing and started getting dressed.

Inventory was much smaller than my inventory ring, so everything wasn’t saved. I still lost a fair bit of stuff. Some gold, tons of herbs, and magical items I didn’t want to sell. Fortunately, I had sent the vast majority over with Faeyna to sell, and that wasn’t the ones I gave to Chalm to use. So, overall, most of my profits had been distributed. Unfortunately, it was the best stuff that was gone.

Everything I wore was destroyed. The magic pieces I liked best and had carefully chosen to synergize with each other were lost. My sword which I had obtained in the labyrinth had been severed by Alysia during the fight. So, I really had nothing good to enter a dungeon with.

What was worse, my dungeon points couldn’t be reset. I had 27 points initially. I had used Portal twice already before using Reset, so those points weren’t returned to me. Then I selected Meteor and used it. At the time, it seemed like my only option. I needed to destroy the artifact, my body, and Alysia in a single all-powerful attack.

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Both the Meteor and my Portals had regenerated, but I didn’t have the Reset ability to change them to something else. This was a fear I had ever since I had gotten my first dp. That’s why I was never casual about changing my skillset. As soon as it became routine, there would be a time I’d accidentally set up too many portals and suddenly get stuck with my layout. That worry eventually became this reality.

I had two portals a day and Meteor. Yes, I could recast Meteor. Why would I unless I was looking at blowing up a small city? It would be absolutely useless in dungeons. While I had Portal, I also couldn’t be too aggressive with that. There were no second chances. It was in and then out. I could move once a day.

It wasn’t all bad. True Hero was growing rather powerful, and it gave me access to a second job. My job switching was always related to my class as a supporter, and not my dungeon points or my jobs. So, the only thing I lost was a third job. I could swap my second job freely if I needed to. It still took a few seconds, which could be life or death in a battle, but it wasn’t like accessing the dungeon store and resetting my points or something.

My experience bonuses were gone, which means my levelling had plummeted as well. I would only gain levels as fast as a normal person. As long as I kept Slave Master equipped though, my girls could still benefit from their second jobs and speedier levelling. I also lost Map, which would be a bit troublesome when finishing the dungeon. Fortunately, Lydia had unlocked many pathfinding abilities with her Scout, and most of the time, I let her lead in the dungeon anyway.

I started making my way to the door to announce I was up and find out what was going to happen next when the door opened, revealing a beautiful woman. A sudden memory of me having sex with a small-chested woman came to mind. She rushed to me, throwing her arms around my neck, and then kissing me instantly. It… it… it can’t be…

I made a fist and punched her in the gut as hard as I possibly could.

“Puh!” She broke off her kiss and fell back a few steps, but then she gave me a flashy and beautiful grin.

“My love, after the wonderful night we had together, how can you be so cruel?” Octius asked in a whimpering voice.