Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

The contaminated area has been covered for more than ten seconds.

Gray collapsing energy poured down from the sky like a surging tide, enveloping the entire wasteland in a deathly gray curtain of light.

The air is burning.

The rocks are breaking apart.

The 30-meter-tall flesh mountain golem was melting at a visible speed, its gray threads on the surface being burned off one by one by the collapsing energy, and its rotting flesh peeling off in large pieces.

Roshan Golem Health: 3,227,600/4,127,600

The mountain of meat is losing health.

The gray-robed man is losing blood.

Lin Mo stood still.

A quiet number floated overhead.

-0.

-0.

-0.

The zeros were densely packed, like raindrops.

The gray-robed man's hands began to tremble.

"No...it's impossible..."

The gray-robed man's voice squeezed out from behind the iron mask, dry and rough like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"100,000 points of true damage... How could you possibly...?"

"What exactly are you?!"

Lin Mo rubbed his neck and stretched his shoulders.

"Sir, that's not a very polite question."

He pointed to the "-0" that kept floating above his head.

"However, considering your age, I can give you a hint."

"My talent is called blocking."

"10 points of damage are blocked per level."

The man in the gray robe was stunned.

"You do the math yourself, how many levels do I need to withstand 100,000 points of true damage?"

Lin Mo held up a finger and waved it at him.

Behind the iron mask, the gray-robed man's lips began to tremble.

Level 10.

10 damage.

Level 10,000?!

A level 10,000 parry talent?!

"You're lying to me!"

The gray-robed man's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"How could someone's talent level possibly reach ten thousand! Even if you started cultivating from the womb and lived for a thousand years, you couldn't achieve that!"

"yes."

Lin Mo nodded, his tone sincere.

"It's all because I've put in a lot of sweat and effort that I have this result today."

"..."

"You're kidding me! Do you think you can achieve that just by trying?"

"I'm about to die, and you still won't tell the truth?"

The gray-robed man's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out!

Lin Mo: "..."

Lin Yao, who was above him, also asked, "Lin Mo, how did you do that?"

Lin Mo said speechlessly, "Didn't I just say that?"

"That sounds like you're bragging, I don't believe you."

Lin Yao crossed her arms and rolled her eyes playfully.

Lin Mo: "..."

The gray-robed man's arms hung down.

The collapsing energy is continuously draining the flesh golem's health.

Every second, 100,000 points of true damage were gnawing at that huge heap of flesh.

Roshan Golem Health: 2,017,600/4,127,600

Twenty-one seconds.

He only has 21 seconds left.

The man in the gray robe suddenly moved.

He's going to make one last desperate attempt!

Gray energy surged wildly from his body, and the power of spatial laws condensed between his palms, transforming into one gray light blade after another.

The light blade sliced ​​into Lin Mo's body.

-0.

It was cut into Lin Mo's neck.

-0.

It cut right into Lin Mo's eyeball.

-0.

The gray-robed man poured all the power of the spatial laws he had cultivated throughout his life into his fingertips and slapped Lin Mo's crown with his palm.

The withered hand was embedded in the gray collapsing energy, subjected to a double bombardment of the power of laws and the damage from the poison zone.

-0.

This zero, like a needle, pierced the last vestiges of the gray-robed man's sanity.

"Ha...hahaha...hahahahahaha!!!"

The man in the gray robe laughed.

He laughed so hard he bent over, and his iron mask trembled.

As they laughed, the laughter turned into howling.

"I am... at the peak of the fifth stage... having served His Highness the Dragon King for a hundred years..."

"For Your Highness's grand plan of resurrection, I have crippled my cultivation, dropping from the fifth level to level 30, willingly confining myself to this shattered space for three years... three years!!"

He ripped off the iron mask.

Beneath the mask was a face so aged it was almost dried out, its wrinkles like a cracked riverbed.

In his cloudy eyes, tears and bloodshot veins mingled together.

"Three years... Three years to collect materials for over a thousand puppets... Only the final step is needed to complete the sacrifice..."

"So, you ended up losing to a zero-star kid??"

He cried and laughed at the same time, his emaciated body constantly dissolving in the collapsing energy.

The little angel Lin Yao nestled in Lin Mo's hair, her eyes wide open.

Has this old man gone mad?

Roshan Golem Health: 617,600/4,127,600

The man in the gray robe felt his life force rapidly slipping away.

He stopped attacking Lin Mo.

He knew it was no use.

What laws of power, what spatial tearing, are all jokes in the face of that "-0".

"Good...very good..."

The gray-robed man's body began to become translucent, and gray soul fire burned from his chest cavity.

He slowly opened his arms.

His emaciated body floated in the collapsing energy, and gray flames enveloped his entire body.

"Since this old man can't take you with him..."

"Then I'll condemn you to eternal torment!!"

His voice suddenly changed.

It was no longer an aged, hoarse voice, but a deep, echoing chant.

It sounds like some kind of ancient prayer.

"In the name of the Dragon Servant."

"With the blood of a century of service."

"With the soul of the Five Revolutions Laws".

"Dragon Blood Devouring Soul—"

"Eternal and indestructible."

The gray soul fire turned pitch black in that instant.

A jet-black beam of light shot out from the gray-robed man's chest, piercing through the collapsing energy and the remains of the flesh mountain, and accurately struck Lin Mo's chest.

The moment the beam of light entered his body, a blood-red notification popped up on Lin Mo's retina.

[Warning: You have been cursed with the "Dragon Blood Soul Devouring Curse" (Forbidden Technique of Fate - Undispellable)]

[Effect: Your fate will be inextricably linked to the Dragon Palace; as long as the Dragon Palace exists, the curse will continue. Deals 5000 points of true damage per second. Duration: Permanent.]

The gray-robed man's body shattered in the black flames, turning into ashes that scattered in the air.

With his last breath, he left behind a single sentence.

"His Highness the Dragon King... will surely return..."

"At that time... the world will collapse..."

Lin Mo looked down at his chest.

The jet-black cursed pattern was imprinted on his right chest, a full fist-sized, like a living tattoo.

5000 points of true damage per second.

It is permanent and cannot be dispelled.

That sounds scary.

But it meant nothing to Lin Mo.

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000]

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000]

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000]

……

Lin Mo stared blankly for two seconds as the system notification bar kept popping up with experience tips.

Then, looking shocked, he said:

"Holy crap! That's awesome!"

Then he started laughing out loud!

"Thank you, sir."

He bowed deeply in the direction the old man had disappeared.

"I have no way to repay your immense kindness; please accept my deepest bow!"

The dragon servant stared wide-eyed, dying with his eyes wide open!

Lin Yao, the little angel above her head: "..."

If she heard correctly, was that old man casting some kind of curse spell on Lin Mo?

Can't you even react normally?!

She has now completely given up on understanding Lin Mo.

boom--

The collapse of heaven and earth reached its limit.

The wasteland shattered, the sky tore open, and all the collapsing energy converged into a beam of white light, completely engulfing the entire instance space.

The moment the light exploded, Lin Mo closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a pure white void.

A huge light screen was floating in front of them.

[Hell-level Job Change Dungeon - Blood Prison Asura Arena - Settlement in Progress]