36: Chapter 35 Do Different Races Also Have Ideas?

[Some incorrect data has been modified. If any readers find significant logical issues, please let me know, and I will try to fix them.]

[As for the previous plot, there are almost no changes; it mainly patches up some settings.]

The moment the mage's face was pinned down, he didn't have a single thought about rescuing his teammate.

Instead, he immediately pulled out a scroll shimmering with silver-white arcane runes and crushed it.

Random Teleportation Scroll!

Silver spatial ripples instantly enveloped him.

"Hey! You're running away already? Aren't you going to finish your mission??" Lin Mo shouted!

"Don't run! I just happened to reach my molting period, and I was just looking to shed a layer of skin."

The ranger stared fixedly at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with ghost-like horror and fear.

"Fuck! This Lin Mo is a sly old dog! He has absolutely no dignity as an expert! To think he was actually pretending to be weak!"

"That outburst just now was no worse than the top-tier Strength-based warriors!"

The ranger turned to look at the mage in the distance and roared!

"Go! Tell the others the news! Let them deal with Lin Mo! We'll look for another opportunity later!"

The mage also unhesitatingly crushed another combat-escape scroll.

Clutching the collapsed side of his face, he glared at Lin Mo one last time with hateful eyes before vanishing from the spot.

Quiet.

The wasteland returned to a deathly silence once again.

Only the lingering spatial magic fluctuations proved that a brief yet extremely dangerous contest had just taken place.

"Everyone carrying spatial life-saving items? Are villains this rich nowadays?"

"Well, that makes sense. After all, everyone who can get in is a prodigy. But these things must have usage restrictions."

Lin Mo looked at the resurrection coin in his bag.

This was something Qin Lan had secretly slipped to him. It could be used three times and had a 7-day cooldown.

It was an extremely high-grade item.

Other people's items weren't as good; the cooldowns were likely even longer.

Lin Mo walked back to the edge of the mud puddle from earlier and boredly shook the mud off his feet.

As expected of bounty hunters who had experienced life and death, when they saw the situation was bad, they didn't even try to counterattack; they just abandoned the billion-dollar bounty and ran.

Compared to them, that assassin who had charged up to his face earlier, attempting to take him out in one go, was like a novice who had just left the starter village.

"Zhang Ling... are you the next challenger?"

"Come quickly!"

"I can't wait a second longer!"

Lin Mo grinned, revealing a slightly manic smile.

He was gradually becoming addicted to this feeling of battle.

...

News about Lin Mo spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner of the Hell-grade dungeon.

Ten miles away at a dried-up riverbed, Zhang Ling stopped in his tracks.

He toyed with the pitch-black imprisonment crystal ball in his hand, listening to the report from the Shadow Guards.

"Young Master Ling, the news is confirmed. Lin Mo is in the southern part of the wasteland, alone."

"Number Seven is dead, and the people from the Ranger Guild suffered a huge loss."

Zhang Ling scoffed.

"What a bunch of trash, unable to even take down a blank slate who hasn't changed classes yet."

"But this also shows just how powerful the methods left for him by the Alliance are."

He turned to look at the team of Shadow Guards behind him.

"Shi Yi."

A Shadow Guard wearing a black iron mask stepped forward.

"Tell the coordinates of Lin Mo to those aliens." A hint of malice flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes,

"Aren't those scaly beasts always hunting human prodigies? Tell them Lin Mo's approximate location."

Shi Yi lowered his head to accept the order.

Zhang Ling looked at the blood-red crescent moon in the distance.

"I want to see how you will survive when facing the elite team of the aliens."

"Once your life-saving means are exhausted, you will be in the palm of my Zhang family's hand!"

...

On the wasteland, a gale whipped up red dust.

Lin Mo dragged his longsword against his neck as he walked aimlessly.

His attack speed remained at its maximum stacked state.

The health bar above his head was empty, with only 1 point of health forcibly remaining.

The Berserk state was kept active the whole time.

Every few seconds, a prompt indicating an increase in Berserk skill experience would pop up on his retina.

Although slow, it was steady.

The sand ahead suddenly broke open.

A Level 35 Demonic Sandworm lunged out of the ground, opening its tooth-filled mouth to bite at his neck.

Lin Mo didn't even lift an eyelid. He raised his left hand and smashed a fist into the Sandworm's head.

Bang! The explosive power exceeding 8,000 points directly created a sonic boom.

The Sandworm's head exploded like a watermelon, splashing green bodily fluids all over the ground.

[Killed Level 35 Demonic Sandworm, gained 10 points.]

Lin Mo shook the slime off his hand and continued walking forward.

Along the way, he hadn't lacked trouble. Besides monsters, there were also class-changers.

The one-billion Alliance Coin bounty, combined with the tempting 1 point of health above his head, made him the most popular guy in the entire dungeon.

From behind a giant rock ahead, two figures suddenly flashed out.

One on the left and one on the right, two daggers shimmering with blue light stabbed directly at Lin Mo's ribs.

"Die! The 50 million is ours!"

Lin Mo stopped and let his hands hang naturally.

Clang! Clang! The daggers stabbed fiercely into his ribs, bursting with dazzling sparks.

-0! -0!

[Block activated, Talent experience +40000!]

Immediately after, the 109.5% True Damage reflection instantly erupted.

Before the two assassins could even rejoice, they felt an overwhelming force surge into their bodies along the daggers.

Snap! The daggers broke off at the hilt.

The bones in both their arms shattered inch by inch, blood sprayed wildly, and they flew backward while screaming, crashing heavily to the ground before going silent.

"What trash."

Lin Mo walked over and skillfully removed their spatial rings.

"No epic grade equipment, no life-saving items, and they still dare to come out and take bounties."

He threw the rings into his backpack and sighed.

"The loot in this Hell-grade dungeon doesn't seem as plentiful as Qin Lan said."

He climbed over a towering sand dune. The terrain ahead suddenly opened up.

A huge circular crater appeared before his eyes.

Viscous, dark red magma flowed at the bottom of the crater, and the air was violently distorted by the intense heat.

On an obsidian platform in the center of the crater lay a massive beast.

It was over twenty meters long, covered in thick, dark red scales, with three curved horns on its head.

With every breath, it spewed out scorching sparks.

[Abyssal Flame Beast (Hell-grade BOSS)]

[Level: 40]

[Health: 500000]

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

"Finally found a decent punching bag."

He gripped his longsword, preparing to jump into the crater.

Whoosh! An extremely stealthy whistling sound came from diagonally behind him.

It was incredibly fast, carrying a pungent, fishy stench.

It was a pale white bone spear, aiming straight for the back of Lin Mo's head!

Lin Mo didn't dodge. The bone spear stabbed fiercely into the back of his head.

Clang! Sparks flew everywhere. The tip of the bone spear instantly shattered into powder.

-0!

[Block activated, Talent experience +40000!]

Lin Mo turned his head slowly. Three non-human creatures jumped out from behind the rubble.

They were over two meters tall, with grayish-blue skin covered in fine scales.

Their limbs were thick, their hands had only three fingers, and their nails were as sharp as daggers.

The leading Alien Leader stared at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty ferocity.

He opened his mouth, which was full of fangs, and uttered a string of awkward syllables.

"Human... die!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Yo, you can actually speak human."

The Alien Leader drew a serrated greatsword from his waist, the blade shimmering with dark purple runic light.

"The Zhang family said... you are weak." The Alien Leader's voice was hoarse. "Kill you, get the bounty."

Lin Mo laughed. The Zhang family? It seems that guy named Zhang Ling not only didn't do it himself but also started moonlighting as a tour guide.

"What else did the Zhang family say?" Lin Mo carried his sword and slowly walked toward the Alien Leader.

"They said... you have a hidden talent." The Alien Leader raised the serrated greatsword.

"Human prodigy! Work for us! Live... otherwise... die!"

Lin Mo paused, feeling surprised. Have I already become so awesome that even the aliens are coveting me?

The attendant beside the Alien Leader saw Lin Mo's happy expression and thought he had agreed. So, he stepped forward.

Greeting it was Lin Mo's sword, which decapitated it!