13: Chapter 13 Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the light screen.

At the bottom of the light screen, the numbers began to roll frantically.

Starting from the 10,000th place, a dense list of names and points flashed past quickly.

The vast majority of people's points hovered around ten or twenty.

Soon, the rankings entered the top one hundred.

For those able to enter the top hundred, their points were basically above 70.

This meant they had killed at least seven Level 2 monsters today.

The numbers continued to climb, and the scrolling speed on the screen slowed down.

[105th Place: Li Sisters Mutual Aid Team, Points: 75]

...

[101st Place: Old Teacher Chicken Team, Points: 92]

"Brother Tai! Our whole team made it into the top hundred!"

Chen Cong shouted excitedly.

Zhao Tai took a deep breath, staring fixedly at the top of the screen.

[92nd Place: Thailand Wanmei Team, Points: 135!!]

"135 points!"

Zhao Tai clenched his fists, his face full of ecstasy.

This score surpassed even the very good results of previous City Siege Hunts in Shimmering City!

"It's in the bag! It's completely in the bag!"

Wang Meng roared loudly.

Zhao Tai turned his head, looking down his nose at Lin Mo with eyes full of arrogance:

"See that? 135 points! What do you have to compare with me? Kneel down now, and I might still forgive your offense just now!"

Lin Mo didn't look at him.

He didn't even look up at the light screen, just stood there calmly.

"How many points does first place have? Why hasn't it come out yet?"

Someone shouted in confusion.

"890 points is only second? Who took first?!"

The light screen lagged at the first-place position for a full five seconds.

It was as if the system was repeatedly checking some extremely outrageous data, fearing an error.

Then, the golden flowing light font flashed so brightly it made everyone's eyes ache.

Everyone's gaze focused on those two words and that long string of dazzling numbers.

[1st Place: Lin Mo]

[Points: 155,000]

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Only the faint sound of electric current from the operating mechanical instruments could be heard in the hall.

The arrogance on Zhao Tai's face instantly froze.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared fixedly at those five-digit points, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"One... hundred and fifty-five thousand points?"

Chen Cong rubbed his eyes, his voice changing pitch.

"Is the system bugged? This is definitely a system bug!!!"

A Level 1 monster is only worth 1 point. A Level 3 monster is only 20 points.

155,000 points?

This was equivalent to slaughtering every single low-level monster in the buffer zone more than once!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Tai roared hysterically. He spun around suddenly and pointed at Lin Mo.

"Cheating! You must have used some illegal item! I'm going to report you!!"

On the observation deck on the second floor.

The director of the Black Blade Hunting Camp was holding a cup of hot tea. When he saw the data on the light screen, his hand jerked, and the scalding tea poured directly onto his thigh.

"Hiss— This, Lord Envoy, is this point statistics system..."

The Camp Director looked flusteredly at Qin Lan beside him.

He suspected that Qin Lan had personally intervened to help Lin Mo get so many points, but he didn't dare say it outright.

Qin Lan crossed her arms, looking expressionlessly at the commotion in the hall below.

Only she knew that there was no inflation in that score.

A Level 17 Elite monster had a base value of 1,000 points.

Plus, Lin Mo later ran into the Level 30 monster zone.

Those dozen or so Level 30 Steel-Toothed Wild Boars he had forcibly reflected to death with Parry... each was worth at least 5,000 points.

Adding in the other monsters he encountered later, a hundred and fifty thousand points was very normal; the system had even rounded down for him.

"The system isn't broken."

Qin Lan's voice sounded a bit tired.

A flash of complexity crossed her eyes.

Below, Lin Mo was being besieged by the crowd, yet he still looked arrogant, as if saying, 'I did cheat, go ahead and report me!'

"Get ready."

Qin Lan suddenly turned and said to her adjutant, Chen Rui,

"Send a top-secret message to headquarters stating that Lin Mo possesses a hidden talent. I am proactively applying to stay by his side and temporarily become his dao protector."

Chen Rui's eyes widened.

"Hidden talent?!"

"dao protector?!"

"Are you joking, Team Leader?"

Qin Lan took a deep breath.

"His value... can only be understood after in-depth research."

"If his performance continues to be this terrifying, his value is likely no less than that of a typical Mythical Grade class."

"Camp Director Zhang, immediately set all his records to top secret. No one is allowed to access them without my permission."

"As for the reason, just find one yourself."

Beside her, Camp Director Zhang looked at the lounge chair beneath Lin Mo and nodded silently.

"I understand."

Inside the hall.

Zhao Tai had already rushed in front of the officer responsible for the assessment records, slamming the table and roaring:

"Officer! I demand an immediate full-body search of him!"

"He's just a Blank Slate Warrior, how did he manage to score over a hundred thousand points?"

"This isn't just insulting our intelligence; it's an open provocation of the Alliance's assessment system!"

The officer's brow furrowed; he also felt this data was too absurd.

He was just about to pull up Lin Mo's combat footage.

"Stop!"

Camp Director Zhang suddenly let out a furious roar.

"As a family member of a Mythical Grade core member within the Alliance, no one has the right to directly access Lin Mo's information."

"The score is what it is. No one can cheat under my watch."

"Bullshit!"

Wang Meng couldn't take it and glared with wide eyes.

"Tell me, how did he get these 150,000 points?"

"Did he somehow level up to 30 in a single day?"

He soon met Camp Director Zhang's fierce gaze and began to tremble.

That was rash, actually talking back to the Hunting Camp Director...

"The student who just spoke, come out here."

Camp Director Zhang pointed at Wang Meng with a dark face.

"Wha... what for?"

Wang Meng shrunk his neck like a frightened quail.

"What for? Run 100 laps around the camp. If you don't finish, don't even think about sleeping tonight!"

"On... on what grounds?"

"You don't have to go, but for insulting a superior officer, I will cancel all your results and ban you from any Hunting Camp activities for 3 years."

Camp Director Zhang roared.

Wang Meng's face turned green; being unable to participate in Hunting Camp activities meant he couldn't go to university.

"And you!"

Camp Director Zhang pointed at Zhao Tai and roared.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Zhao Tai looked bewildered.

"You lost to Lin Mo. Now, go fulfill your bet."

"Ah?!"

Zhao Tai's face twisted as if he had eaten ten tons of manure; it was hard to describe his current expression.

"What do you mean 'Ah'!? If you say it, you do it!"

"Fulfill your bet like a man!"

"What's with all this dawdling?"

"If you're unwilling, then just like Wang Meng, your results will be canceled!"

Camp Director Zhang's voice was like a loudspeaker; his roar could be understood by everyone in the entire camp.

It made everyone's ears ache.

It's over.

The camp is protecting Lin Mo.

This was the last thought in Zhao Tai's mind.