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

Time passed slowly.

Lin Mo stood guard beside Yin Xue like a statue.

The mental perception spread out like an invisible spider web, enveloping every inch of the room and the corridor outside the door.

Any unusual sound would immediately trigger his instinctive alertness.

As dusk fell, the light began to dim. Suddenly, a slightly hesitant knock sounded at the door.

Knock knock knock.

Lin Mo opened his eyes instantly, his grip on the hilt of the black sword tightening slightly.

He adjusted his body to the optimal stance for exerting force and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

A slightly weary and cautious voice came from outside the door: "Um... sir, it's me. I noticed there was no movement in the room and thought you had gone out. I was just wondering if you needed the room cleaned or the hot water changed..."

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but her tone remained indifferent: "No need. Don't bother me."

"Okay, okay, you can rest now."

Outside the door, the boss's voice responded and footsteps gradually faded away.

Lin Mo slowly loosened the hilt of his sword and raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows.

Although their physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, they maintain this highly focused mental state, defending against all potential threats, for several hours.

Even he felt a bit tired and mentally exhausted.

Perhaps I was too nervous.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he brought up his attribute panel:

Name: Lin Mo

[Level: 20]

【Body: 2542】

[Agility: 2542]

【Spirit: 2542】

Free attribute points: 450

[Skills: Mirror Image, Double Strike]

All attributes exceed 2,500, and 450 free attribute points have been accumulated.

With such strength, they should be more than capable of protecting themselves.

Once it's completely dark and there are few pedestrians on the street, the pressure on vigilance will be much less.

Just as he was thinking this...

The street outside the window, which had been gradually quieting down, was suddenly filled with a commotion.

Lin Mo immediately got up and quietly moved to the window.

Pull a small slit open the heavy curtains and look outside.

Suddenly, a large number of people appeared out of nowhere on the previously sparsely populated streets.

They poured out from alleyways and houses, their faces displaying a variety of expressions.

Some were excited and curious, while others frowned and looked gloomy.

They converged towards the direction of Tongchengmen.

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

What happened?

He gently pushed the window open a crack, and the noisy sounds outside immediately became much clearer:

"Hurry, hurry! The hero is here! He's right at the city gate!"

"What's so interesting? They're just a bunch of old men. They come, eat and drink to their hearts' content, and once they're gone, our taxes might go up again this year!"

"I heard that more than a dozen have come this time! They're all young and brave warriors; they'll definitely be able to solve the trouble in the northern village this time."

"Solve it? We're lucky if we don't bring the trouble into the city..."

"Say less, or we'll be in trouble if they hear us. Let's go see what's going on."

……

The Heroes' Guild?

support?

Lin Mo recalled the discussions he had overheard in front of the bulletin board when he entered the city during the day.

It seems that the village to the north was attacked by monsters.

At the time, some people said that the city lord had notified the Heroes' Guild to come and resolve the issue.

I never expected to run into this situation myself.

Just as he was pondering this, an even louder commotion suddenly erupted on the street below.

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, "Hey! Look! They're here! The heroes are coming! There are so many of them!"

Lin Mo peered through the crack.

In the distance, around the street corner, a group of about fifteen or sixteen young men and women were walking in unison.

They were all dressed in similar, gleaming silver-white light armor.

A nameplate about the size of a thumb is hung on the waist or neck.

Upon closer inspection, a distinct letter C is engraved on the nameplate.

As Yin Xue had mentioned before, this meant they were C-rank heroes of the Hero Association.

Generally speaking, C-rank heroes, unless they are the kind who are too lazy to complete association commissions, have at least reached level 20.

Many others have already reached level 30.

These brave warriors rode tall white horses, completely oblivious to the enthusiasm of those around them.

Some people even had a hint of disdain in their eyes.

The brave team did not stop.

Their destination was clear, and they went straight across the main street.

Heading towards the city center, we walked toward the tall, greyish-white church.

"Huh? Why didn't they go to the city lord's mansion? They went straight to the church?"

"What do you know? When heroes from the Heroes' Guild arrive in a new city, they must first go to the local church to receive a blessing."

"What blessing? It's really just a news report."

……

Listening to the conversations of the people on the street, Lin Mo roughly understood what was going on.

This is both a procedure and carries a certain degree of surveillance implications.

But he had no interest in it, and was even somewhat averse to it.

He had no interest in participating in these heroes' pretend games.

I don't want to have any interaction with them or attract unnecessary attention.

Splash!

Lin Mo drew the curtains, completely shutting out the noise and light from outside.

Silence returned to the room, with only the faint glow emanating from the slowly rotating dark red magic circle beneath Yin Xue.

However, just then, a familiar voice came from the street downstairs.

"Hero! Hero! Please wait a moment! I am Otem! Can you tell me your story? Just for a little while! Just a little while!"

It was that strange man who lived in the same tavern and was holding a puppet.

Lin Mo's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

This Ultraman... seems a little too obsessed with the hero.

Moreover, the name is quite strange.

In short, he's an oddball.

……

On the street, Otem, with a puppet tucked under his arm, struggled to squeeze through the crowd.

Finally, they arrived beside a white horse in the hero's party.

The young warrior on the white horse had an impatient expression on his face.

Otmu looked up, clutching a crumpled notebook and a pen in his hand.

His voice was trembling with excitement: "Hero! Hero! Please, just for a moment! Tell me your stories! I'll write them down carefully!"

The hero looked to be in his early twenties.

He glanced down at Otem's faded coarse cloth clothes and somewhat comical posture.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

He said to his companion, "Tsk, look at this idiot, is he out of his mind?"

His words elicited soft chuckles from several female warriors in the group, who covered their mouths in disapproval.

"Alright, Zhou Buyan can just send him away."

The hero known as Zhou Buyan twitched at the corner of his mouth: "How many times have I told you, don't call me by my real name in public. I'm called Joestar Joseph now! Or you can call me Jojo."

These words drew laughter from the other heroes.

"Your name is so awkward, who could even bring themselves to say it?"

"Exactly, you might as well call yourself Platinum Star."

"I never expected that you, Zhou Buyan, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also be a fan of anime."

……

It's not uncommon for some summoned heroes to give themselves a new name or nickname.

However, Zhou Buyan's name is indeed difficult to pronounce, so most people still call him by his real name.

Hearing his companions interrupting, Zhou Buyan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

But Otem didn't seem to notice anything amiss; instead, his eyes lit up: "Is Joestar Joseph your nickname? Can you tell me the story behind that nickname...?"

His persistence and lack of tact finally angered Zhou Buyan.

Zhou Buyan reined in the camel and glared down at Otmu.

The voice was icy: "I told you to get out of my way, didn't you hear me? If you block my way again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Otem seemed startled by the sudden shout and stood frozen in place.

Her lips trembled as she stammered, "I...I just..."

"Just what? Get away from me with your junk!"

A hint of impatience and disgust flashed in Zhou Buyan's eyes as his gaze fell on the puppet that Ottomu was holding under his arm.

He suddenly reached out and, with superhuman agility, snatched the puppet away!

"Ah! I..."

Otem exclaimed in surprise and instinctively tried to snatch it.

But Zhou Buyan didn't even glance at it.

Like throwing away some kind of trash, he tossed the puppet into the air!

At this moment, Otem was also stunned. Whether it was because the white horse bumped into him or for some other reason, he actually sat down on the ground.

"Hmph, what bad luck."

Zhou Buyan curled his lip and refused to look at Otmu lying on the ground again.

He urged the white horse forward and followed the procession toward the church.

The onlookers let out a series of cryptic sighs.

Soon, attention returned to the departing group of heroes.

Nobody offered to help Ottomu.

As for the puppet that was thrown out.

It drew an arc in the air, flying straight towards the window of Lin Mo's room!

Inside the room, Lin Mo, who had been distracted by the commotion outside the window, noticed the puppet fly out the moment it left his hand.

He frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

We can't let it break the window!

Yin Xue is at a critical moment.

Any interference could have unpredictable consequences.

There was almost no time to think.

Lin Mo's left hand remained lightly resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Just wait for the puppet to fly into the attack range, then slice it into minced meat.

However, just as the black sword was about to be drawn...

The puppet, tumbling through the air, suddenly opened its mouth and uttered a hurried cry: "Wait...wait! Spare my life! No, spare the puppet! No, show mercy!"