My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Upon hearing that Lin Mo had reached level 10, Yin Xue hovered in mid-air.

Her mouth was slightly open, her expression so shocked it was almost distorted.

"Are you sure you leveled up to level 10 in one night? Or did I sleep for several days?"

She even wondered if her soul was damaged, causing her to perceive time incorrectly.

Lin Mo simply shrugged, choosing silence as his answer.

His eyes seemed to say, "What's the big deal?"

Yin Xue quickly and carefully sensed the fluctuations transmitted through the soul connection.

I then compared my strength with that of yesterday, and realized I was now a bit stronger.

Finally, we had to confirm this outrageous fact.

The guy in front of me.

It really only took one night to reach level 10, which might take ordinary people months or even years!

She stood frozen in mid-air, stunned once again, her little head filled with huge question marks and exclamation marks.

At this moment, Lin Mo walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He voiced his doubts: "But after I reached level 10, I stopped gaining experience. Why is that?"

That was his main purpose in coming back.

Yin Xue then abruptly closed her slightly open mouth.

He swallowed hard, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.

He then explained, "Because in this world, every 10 levels is a hurdle. To overcome it, you must absorb the essence of a beast king-level monster after its death to continue leveling up."

Hearing Yin Xue's words, Lin Mo became even more puzzled.

"You mean the glowing tooth in the Wind Wolf King's mouth after it died? I've already absorbed it."

As he spoke, he subtly stirred his thoughts.

He summoned another Lin Mo beside him, who was exactly the same as him.

This is the effect of the [Mirror Image] skill.

Yin Xue's eyes widened even more instantly than before, his eyeballs almost popping out.

His voice changed completely: "The Wind Wolf King?! You mean you not only leveled up to level 10 in one night, but also killed a Beast King?! And you even successfully absorbed its skill essence?!"

Lin Mo nodded, with an expression that said, "Isn't this normal?"

As Yin Xue watched the slowly dissipating clone, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She recalled the diverse people she had encountered over the long years.

Whether they are exceptionally talented heroes.

Or a seasoned adventurer.

Even some exceptionally talented heroes.

None of them are this outrageous!

Wasn't this guy just summoned yesterday?

It took less than twelve hours in total!

In half a day, he leveled up 10 times and soloed a Beast King?!

It should be noted that every monster that can be called a Beast King is far stronger than others of the same level.

It usually requires a team of at least five adventurers of the same level who have good teamwork.

Only then will there be a chance of a successful hunt.

How did this guy... how did he do that?

Lin Mo, of course, had no idea what Yin Xue was thinking and remained immersed in his own logic.

He muttered to himself, "I've already absorbed the essence of a skill, so why can't I level up further?"

Yin Xue finally recovered from the huge shock.

Taking a deep breath, he patiently continued to explain: "You misunderstood. In this world, you need to absorb a skill every 10 levels, and the first essence represents the pass from level 1 to 10."

Seeing that Lin Mo still looked puzzled, Yin Xue sat on his lap.

She looked into Lin Mo's eyes and tried to explain in a way he could understand: "To put it another way, in this world, anyone can level up to level 10 by killing ordinary monsters."

However, in reality, you also need a skill to upgrade from level 1 to level 10.

This is the first skill you've acquired.

At this point, she held up two little fingers: "Then, if you want to level up to level 11, you must find the second Beast King and absorb another skill."

This second skill is the foundation for you to truly break through the level 10 bottleneck and enter the level 11 to 20 stage.

After that, every 10 levels you gain, you'll need to absorb the essence of a Beastmaster's skill as the key to unlocking the next level of power.

Lin Mo nodded; now he understood.

No wonder the priests I killed in the church before, including Father Lind, were all stuck at level 10.

It seems that for ordinary people in this world to become powerful adventurers, the cost is exceptionally high.

He had personally experienced the strength of the Wind Wolf King, and this was just a beast king who had just broken through the level 10 threshold.

Moreover, only one such beast king is born out of hundreds of wind wolves, which shows how rare and precious the beast king is.

An ordinary level 10 adventurer must successfully hunt two Beast Kings in order to have a chance to reach level 11.

If it weren't for the black sword, I don't know how long it would have taken me to break through level 10.

Lin Mo secretly analyzed the rules of this world.

I've made up my mind.

"We must find the next Beast King as soon as possible..."

He clenched his fist.

The speed at which Yin Xue recovers his strength is directly related to the level he gains, and also to whether he can return home sooner.

Every minute and every second counts.

However, he had already stayed up for two days without sleep before being summoned.

Add to that the intense battle last night.

After taking a shower, a strong feeling of exhaustion washed over me.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the hallucinations caused by exhaustion.

He then said to Yin Xue, "Okay, I understand. Let's get ready to go. I met a hero last night who said he was going to the abandoned mine this afternoon. Before that, we need to find the next Beast King."

As he spoke, he reached for the black sword beside the bed, but his movement swayed almost imperceptibly.

"Hello!"

Yin Xue immediately sensed something was wrong.

Through the soul connection, she sensed Lin Mo's current state.

At this moment, Lin Mo was like a string about to snap, his life force slowly draining away.

"Fool, look at yourself right now!"

Yin Xuefei flew up to him, her little face unusually serious, devoid of any playfulness.

"You need to rest now, immediately!"

"rest?"

Lin Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"My mom is in the hospital waiting for me to come back! You want me to rest?"

He subconsciously pushed Yin Xue away and walked towards the door with an almost obsessive urge.

"I don't have time to rest, get out of the way."

Yin Xue flapped its wings and flew back to Lin Mo, spreading its arms to block his path.

"Listen, Lin Mo, if you die, everything is over! In your current state, forcing anything will only be counterproductive, or even..."

"Then let me achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Lin Mo let out a low growl, and Yin Xue was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

He then bypassed Yin Xue and insisted on taking the sword.

Yin Xue looked at his swaying yet stubbornly holding on back, a hint of impatience flashing in his blood-red pupils.

"Stubborn to the end! Then don't blame me!"

Without another word, her petite figure suddenly dispersed, transforming into a thick, dark red mist that instantly enveloped Lin Mo.

A deep, mournful chant echoed from within the mist; it was not the language of this world, but an ancient incantation that reached the very soul.

Lin Mo's body stiffened abruptly, feeling an overwhelming sense of weariness.

This drowsiness was different from the one before; it didn't come from his body, but rather acted directly on his soul.

He tried to resist, but his eyelids felt as heavy as mountains.

boom.

He fell straight forward, landing on the cold wooden floor, still clutching the black sword tightly in his hand.

The dark red mist reshaped into the appearance of crimson blood, and her small face appeared slightly pale.

Fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

For a newly revived fragment of a demon king, forcibly casting such a soul-touching sedation spell consumes far more energy than it appears.

She flapped her wings and hovered above Lin Mo, who lay unconscious on the ground.

Seeing Lin Mo's still furrowed brows and clenched fists, she pursed her lips.

"Madman! Idiot!...If you die, I'll be buried with you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she sighed and landed in front of Lin Mo.

"Besides, if you really die, your mother will never see you again."

……

The scene shifts to the main hall of the Ancient Wood City Lord's Mansion.

Morning light streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Inside the hall, twenty figures stood.

They were dressed smartly, a stark contrast to the rugged style of ordinary adventurers in the city.

The weapons they held in their hands.

Whether it was a sword or a staff, they all faintly emanated a soft and pure light.

It is the symbol of the "Holy Armor of Light".

Su Lin was among them; she had changed into a clean set of leather armor.

His expression still carried a hint of exhaustion from last night's escape.

These are the heroes who were summoned to Ancient Wood City half a month ago.

At this moment, although they stood ramrod straight, their eyes held a hint of doubt and impatience.

Before them stood a tall, middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, his face bearing both authority and a touch of sorrow.

This man was none other than Fano, the lord of Ancient Wood City.