“I never believed we would find a cabin inside this canyon,” Michael said as they walked inside the cabin, closing the door behind them.

A few moments ago, they had almost lost their lives when fighting with some beasts, but gladly a cabin was nearby, which gave them a way of protection, hiding inside that place.

They did not know that the person they tossed into the canyon, who should be dead, was inside a hidden room of the cabin.

“What is this place? I thought no one had ever lived inside this canyon,” Luvon said.

Many people had ventured inside the canyon but had never heard anything about a cabin or civilization there. It was not the first time Luvon and his group had explored the canyon, and there was no such thing as a cabin in all the times they went there.

“Me too, but let’s not waste our opportunity and use this place for our safety. Beasts are swarming outside, so we better stay here for a while until they calm down.”

“Now that you say that, didn’t we see some blood pools near this place?” Michael said.

“Don’t tell me you think that poor dark elf is alive? I also saw blood, but it probably belongs to something else, so chill.”

In their minds, Arthur couldn’t be alive. They did not sense anything extraordinary coming from him when they met, and the level of strength displayed by Arthur was weaker than theirs.

They did not know that Arthur was faking it to look weak, or else that group would never agree to let him go with them. Arthur did not need their help to fight against the beasts. The only reason he decided to look for a group was information.

Take the group that betrayed him, for example. They had come to the canyon multiple times, meaning their understanding of the areas was deeper than Arthur’s.

Even the tiniest information would be helpful, especially for someone like Arthur, who understood the bigger picture better than these weak adventurers.

“What can I do to them?” Arthur thought while sitting inside the hidden room, a place that had everything he needed to survive.

It seemed that whoever lived in that cabin had already prepared in case anyone found his place, so the hidden room was like another small house.

Arthur was sitting there, thinking about how he should deal with this group of people. He did not want to kill them but play with them.

“Oh, I could try that?”

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The group sat inside the cabin around an improvised fireplace that kept them warm. At that moment, the cabin door opened without anyone touching it, like magic.

“What is this?”

They got up, preparing all their weapons for the imminent danger.

A dark elf with a long white beard and hair. It floated above the ground, with both hands hidden behind his back.

It said in the common language of the dark races, “what are you doing inside my cabin?”

That dark elf was precisely Arthur, who disguised himself. He looked ethereal with a few illusion spells, similar to a ghost.

Arthur also got lots of information from the previous owner’s diary, which meant he could easily impersonate someone else.

“A-are you a ghost?” One of the orcs said.

Even though ghosts were not unusual, they were still feared, especially a ghost appearing in a place with a reputation for danger.

“Yes, I am, and you are the first to find my cabin… I wonder if you are worthy of my inheritance,” Arthur said.

The way he spoke sounded profound, like a master. Also, the word inheritance quickly got the attention of those people.

No matter the race, everyone would always want treasures and a way to increase their power.

They looked at each other, and Michael was the first to speak up, “we will do anything to prove our value.”

“Good, good. You are not in the best shape, so it is wise to rest for now. An extra layer of protection around my cabin would not harm.”

Arthur said as he left the cabin. They followed closely behind to see exactly what that older man would do, and it startled them.

With a wave of his hand, Arthur cast a powerful tier 6 spell, creating trees, vines, and bushes around the cabin, adding a layer of stealth and protection.

“A tier 6 spell?”

The real reason behind that act was to make these people see his power, as not everyone could cast a tier 6 spell, especially in their place.

A single move showcasing his power was enough to make them believe they would get some sort of inheritance from him, which obviously would not be the case.

“The only reward you will get is death.”

After that, Arthur used his teleport, vanishing from their sight, appearing inside the hidden room of the cabin once again.

“Did you see that? That old elf is freaking powerful.”

“Yes… It is good that he is friendly, or else we will be in a dire situation right now.”

“Let’s do what he said and focus on our resting. Boys, if we get an inheritance from that old man, then perhaps we can reach greater heights.”

“Absolutely!”

They spoke to each other inside the cabin, happy that the world had finally given them a chance for reward. It was a pity that it would not be the case for them.

After a full day of resting, Arthur showed up on their doorstep again, and now with the task they had to complete if they wished to get the inheritance.

“I-I can’t remember where my body is… I died with many treasures, yet no one can use them….”

“The fog is the answer. Find the truth about the fog; that is where my body will be!”

Arthur said those words as he flew up, slowly turning his body invisible as if he was fading away.

“The fog… Where should we start?”

That question flashed through the mind of that group of adventurers.