I started by enhancing cancer cells and uniquely obtained the Godhood Sequence.

Level 100 monsters are everywhere, what kind of place is this?

A look of doubt rose in Lin Mo's eyes. Hunting monsters in such an environment was practically hellish.

If you're not careful, you'll be affected by these behemoths and have to restart the game.

Of course, it is uncertain whether there will be another chance to reopen Linmo.

The only certainty is that he doesn't like to entrust his fate to uncertain things.

If anyone else were in this situation, they would probably have given up hope long ago.

But this wasn't the only desperate situation Lin Mo faced.

Having fought our way through countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, what is there to fear in the challenges before us?

Without wasting any time, he immediately leaped lightly onto a branch halfway up the giant tree and began to scan the surrounding terrain.

He quickly locked onto his target, jumped a few times in the tree, and landed back on the ground.

In the midst of a monster-infested jungle, there was a campfire that had been extinguished.

Lin Mo reached out and picked up a pinch of wood ash: "It's still warm, it's nearby."

He stood up again, looked around, and soon found the deliberately concealed traces in the soil not far away.

Although the mess had been cleared with leaves and tools, Lin Mo's experience allowed him to spot the clues at a glance.

"West!"

Lin Mo quickly determined the direction, leaped onto a tree branch again, and sprinted through the jungle.

A dozen minutes later, he stopped in the canopy of a large tree and looked at the ancient giant tree in the distance.

At first glance, this big tree seems no different from the other trees around it, and it may be difficult to see any clues if you don't look closely.

But with Lin Mo's experience, seeing through such a low-level concealment method was not difficult.

"I smell it... the scent of the weak..."

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.

The next second, he disappeared into the original tree trunk, and when he reappeared, he was already under that giant tree.

"distortion!"

He gave a soft shout, and his right arm transformed into a long sword without a hilt. He then raised the sword and slashed at the roots of the giant tree.

"Steel-cutting!"

The blade became even sharper, easily severing the roots of the giant tree, which then fell straight down.

"boom!"

A loud noise came, startling a flock of birds into flight.

But this commotion was utterly insignificant in this seemingly endless primeval jungle, and the herds of vultures and horses circling and hunting in the distance paid no attention to the commotion.

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

A sharp, shrill noise came from the treetops.

Before long, countless shrub gnomes emerged from the dense thicket, brandishing swords, spears, and halberds.

"It really is you guys."

Lin Mo looked as if he had expected this.

Pygmies

[Level: 10]

[Racial Habits: Social Living, Language]

[Talent Skill: Danger Sense]

The Pygmies are an extremely small and weak race, so small that the Eternal Dwarves are unwilling to acknowledge them as their distant relatives.

But the Pygmies happen to prefer living in dangerous places.

It is said that this is their racial instinct, which they have evolved over countless years.

Of course, their talent also plays a role – [danger perception].

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

The Pygmies were furious at Lin Mo's appearance because he had cut down the great tree that had sustained their ancestors for generations.

They pulled out their weapons from their waists and threw them at Lin Mo.

"Rustling!"

One after another, spears the size of needles struck Lin Mo, but they couldn't even break through his defenses.

Finally, Lin Mo got a little annoyed by the beating and swung his right arm horizontally with a knife.

"Whoosh—"

Countless Pygmies were cut in half at the waist and lay dead on the spot.

The noise stopped abruptly, and the scene immediately fell silent.

The remaining pygmies quickly put down their weapons, then raised their hands above their heads and knelt down before Lin Mo.

"Woo-li woo-li woo-li..."

As they kowtowed, they muttered something incoherently.

Lin Mo frowned slightly. With the common language blocked, he really couldn't understand these bird languages.

He waved his hand, signaling the other party to pause, and succinctly explained his purpose:

"I'm going hunting; you're in charge of leading the way!"

The Pygmies' innate ability, Danger Sense, not only helps them avoid risks but is also a powerful tool for finding prey.

With the help of the Pygmies, the upcoming hunt will definitely be much more efficient.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the Pygmies continued their chatter.

So Lin Mo swung his sword again and slashed.

With a "whoosh," another large number of the remaining Pygmies died.

This process is repeated two or three times.

Finally, a pygmy, kowtowing and weeping, cried out, "Sir, sir, please stop cutting! If you keep cutting, we'll all be extinct!"

Lin Mo chuckled: "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

While players of other races need to rely on the system's common language to understand the languages ​​of other races, Pygmies do not need it at all.

They are born with an extraordinary talent for languages. As long as the language is not encrypted with magic or bloodline, they can understand it immediately and communicate fluently in no time.

This is also the main reason why they, so weak, have not gone extinct in the eternal kingdom where danger lurks everywhere.

The pygmy who had kowtowed the loudest raised his head: "Sir, would you like to hunt the golden dragon or the hellish hydra?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Am I being sarcastic?"

The pygmies were so frightened that they fell to the ground and kowtowed again: "No, no, I just felt that you, sir, are so powerful that only these prey are worthy of you."

Lin Mo sneered: "That's for the best."

After saying that, he glanced at the Pygmies and said:

"Alright, you'll do. Pick a suitable opponent for me, and I'll let you go once you achieve my goal."

The pygmies dared not refuse, but weakly raised their heads and asked, "This humble one would like to ask, sir, what is your goal...?"

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the entire primeval forest, and said:

"It's simple, just kill every creature in this forest that I can!"

Upon hearing this, the Pygmies felt their vision go black, as if their lives had come to an end.

This isn't hunting, it's suicide!

He said weakly, "Master, this task is far too difficult, I'm afraid I can't..."

"Whoosh!"

With another swing of the bone knife, screams of agony echoed throughout the area.

Seeing the mangled remains of his family and friends, the Pygmies turned pale and immediately fell to the ground again, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Kemi is willing to follow Master for life, to the ends of the earth, until death do us part!"

Lin Mo didn't bother with any more words, simply grabbed him by the back of his collar and slung him over his shoulder, saying calmly:

"Sit still."

Upon hearing this, Kemi quickly grabbed Lin Mo's tattered clothes.

Lin Mo ignored his inner thoughts and asked, "So, where are we going now?"

Kemi's eyes darted around, and he rubbed his hands together, saying, "Master, Kemi knows of a Koto fishman tribe nearby, how about... we go there?"

Lin Mo glanced at him: "If there's a problem with the path you're leading, I'll kill you first, then slaughter your entire clan."

Kemi shrank back, his face contorted with a mournful expression, and said, "Kemi, Kemi knows, sir."

He inwardly groaned for his future and fate.

Why does this new "master" slaughter the entire clan so easily?