41: Double five hundred!

Lin Yu walked into the newly opened “Throne” space.

The heavy alloy door closed behind him, completely isolating everything from the adjacent room.

He sat down cross-legged and took out all the three authentic potion cards given by Old Ghost, as well as his massive replicated inventory, from his storage ring.

“Giant Strength Elixir (Original).”

“Windwalkers Breath (Original).”

“Heart of Stone (Original).”

And also, “Life Serum” as an auxiliary consumable.

He already had experience.

The enhancement process of the “Clarity Potion” allowed him to figure out the pattern of these attribute potions.

For the first hundred points, the effect was best.

From one hundred to three hundred points, the effect diminished.

After three hundred points, the effect would further significantly diminish.

And he possessed almost infinite potions.

This diminishing effect was meaningless to him.

All he needed to do was repeat.

Lin Yu picked up a “Giant Strength Elixir,” activated it, and injected it.

A scorching energy instantly surged into his muscle fibers; every cell began to swell, tear, and then reorganize under the stimulation of this power.

Immediately after, he picked up a “Life Serum” and injected it.

The gentle life force soothed the tearing pain and strengthened the newly formed muscle tissue.

“Strength: 9”

Again.

A second “Giant Strength Elixir,” a second “Life Serum.”

“Strength: 19”

...The tenth dose.

“Strength: 59”

His mental power was as high as five hundred points, giving him far greater control over his body than Zhao Tianyang had previously.

Moreover, his absorption efficiency for the potions also far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Furthermore, he didn't need to use two hundred “Life Serum” to clear toxins and hidden injuries from his body like Zhao Tianyang did.

His body, having been repeatedly refined during the previous five-hundred-point mental power enhancement, was like a clean slate.

This saved him a lot of time.

When the fortieth “Giant Strength Elixir” was injected, his Strength attribute steadily stopped at 109 points.

The potency began to halve.

Lin Yu continued to inject without expression.

He was like a precise program, constantly repeating the cycle of taking, activating, injecting, and taking again.

Strength, Agility, Constitution.

These three attributes were alternately increased by him.

He didn't calculate how much time had passed.

In this isolated bunker, time had lost its meaning.

Only the constantly flickering numbers on the panel proved that his life level was undergoing earth-shattering leaps.

When the last “Heart of Stone” was injected into his body, the feeling of enhancement finally completely disappeared.

His three basic attributes, like his mental power, all reached a perfect integer.

Five hundred.

Lin Yu slowly stood up.

He stretched his neck, producing crisp cracking sounds.

He could feel that every corner of his body contained explosive energy.

Muscle density, nerve response speed, cell activity... all had been raised to a superhuman level.

If he previously possessed vast mental power but his body was merely a fragile vessel,

then now, this vessel had been strengthened into an incredibly solid fortress.

He glanced at the empty potion vials on the ground.

To raise his three attributes to five hundred, he had consumed over six thousand original potions, and an equal amount of “Life Serum.”

And the time he spent was much faster than expected.

He wondered how Zhao Tianyang was doing.

Lin Yu walked to the wall, and the heavy alloy door slowly opened before him.

He walked out.

In the equally massive space next door, Zhao Tianyang maintained the same posture.

He sat before the mountain of potions, mechanically injecting himself.

His movements were numb, his face devoid of any expression, only a devotion bordering on piety.

The floor was already covered with countless empty syringes, far more than on Lin Yu's side.

He hadn't finished yet.

Lin Yu didn't disturb him, just stood quietly in the distance, watching.

This Zhao Tianyang indeed had a good disposition.

Faced with wealth and power sufficient to make any normal person mentally collapse, he did not get lost, nor did he slack off.

Instead, he carried out his boss's orders meticulously.

Very good.

After an unknown amount of time.

Zhao Tianyang finally picked up the last “Giant Strength Elixir” and injected it into his arm.

The moment the potion was fully injected.

Boom!

A visible wave of pure vital energy, condensed from his blood, erupted outwards from him as its center!

The entire massive bunker space trembled slightly from this energy wave.

Zhao Tianyang slowly stood up.

His already robust body now appeared even more well-proportioned and powerful, every inch of muscle like steel forged a thousand times.

He looked down at his hands.

Feeling the four surging, river-like torrents of immense energy within his body.

Strength, Agility, Constitution, Spirit.

All four basic attributes had reached the five hundred-point limit!

He had been reborn.

He had gained new life.

Zhao Tianyang raised his head and looked at Lin Yu, who was standing not far away.

The figure in the cheap cloak, though seemingly so slender, appeared more majestic than a god in his eyes.

He felt not a trace of joy or excitement.

His face held only the calm after a deathly silence.

He took a step, and then another, walking steadily towards Lin Yu.

Then.

“Thud!”

Zhao Tianyang's knees slammed heavily onto the hard metal floor, emitting a dull thud.

He deeply bowed his head, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground.

This time, it was not out of fear, not out of despair, and certainly not because of the unpayable debt of gratitude.

“Boss.”

His voice was hoarse, yet incredibly firm.

“My life was given by you.”

“From today onwards, Zhao Tianyang will be the sharpest blade and the strongest shield in your hands.”

“The direction of the blade, the aim of the shield, shall be my only direction in this life.”

“Should I break this oath, may heaven and earth destroy me, my soul scatter, never to be reborn!”

He raised his head, and in those once-despondent eyes, a flame called “faith” now burned.

He was completely subdued.

From body to soul, utterly and completely subservient.

Lin Yu looked at him calmly.

All of this was within his expectations.

“Get up.”

“Yes, Boss.” Zhao Tianyang stood up, respectfully standing by with his hands clasped, like the most loyal guard.

“There are still three days until this year's Professional Awakening Day,” Lin Yu said.

Zhao Tianyang's body trembled.

Professional Awakening.

This term, which he had once eagerly anticipated and later completely despaired of, was spoken again by another.

“For these three days, you will follow me,” Lin Yu ignored his emotional changes, “There's a big task that requires manpower. In three days, you will awaken as usual.”

Zhao Tianyang did not hesitate, did not question, did not doubt, and immediately bowed his head.

“Yes, Boss!”