51: Chapter 50 Curse? No! A cheat code!

The poison zone coverage had already exceeded ten seconds.

The grey collapse energy, like a surging tide, poured down from the firmament, enveloping the entire wasteland in a light curtain of deathly grey.

The air was burning.

Rocks were shattering.

The thirty-meter-tall Meat Mountain Puppet was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye; the grey silk threads on its surface were being burned through one by one by the collapse energy, and rotten flesh was peeling off in large patches.

[Meat Mountain Puppet HP: 3,227,600/4,127,600]

The Meat Mountain was losing health.

The Grey-robed Man was losing health.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo stood in place.

A quiet number floated above his head.

-0.

-0.

-0.

The dense clusters of zeros fell like rain.

The Grey-robed Man's hands began to tremble.

"Im... impossible..."

The Grey-robed Man's voice squeezed out from behind the iron mask, as dry as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"One hundred thousand points of True Damage... how could you possibly..."

"What on earth are you?!"

Lin Mo rubbed his neck and loosened his shoulders.

"Old man, that question isn't very polite."

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

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

"My talent is called Block."

"Each level Blocks 10 points of damage."

The Grey-robed Man froze.

"Calculate it yourself. What level would I need to be to Block one hundred thousand points of True Damage?"

Lin Mo raised a finger and wagged it at him.

Behind the iron mask, the Grey-robed Man's lips began to quiver.

10 points per level.

100,000 damage.

Level ten thousand?!

A level ten thousand Blocking Talent?!

"You're lying to me!"

The Grey-robed Man's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"How could a talent level reach ten thousand! Even if you started cultivating in the womb, you couldn't do it in a thousand years!"

"Indeed."

Lin Mo nodded, his tone sincere.

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

"..."

"What the hell are you bragging about! Is this something that can be achieved through effort alone?"

"I'm about to die, and you're still unwilling to tell the truth?"

The Grey-robed Man's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but curse!

Lin Mo: "..."

Lin Yao, on top of his head, also asked, "Lin Mo, how did you actually do it?"

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

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

Lin Yao crossed her arms and gave a playful roll of her eyes.

Lin Mo: "..."

The Grey-robed Man's arms hung down.

The collapse energy was continuously stripping away the Meat Mountain Puppet's health.

Every second, one hundred thousand points of True Damage gnawed at that massive pile of meat.

[Meat Mountain Puppet HP: 2,017,600/4,127,600]

Twenty-one seconds.

He only had twenty-one seconds left.

The Grey-robed Man suddenly moved.

He was making his final struggle!

Grey energy surged frantically from his body, and the power of Space Law condensed between his palms, turning into one grey light blade after another.

The light blades sliced into Lin Mo's body.

-0.

They sliced at Lin Mo's neck.

-0.

They sliced at Lin Mo's eyeballs.

-0.

The Grey-robed Man poured all the spatial law power he had cultivated his entire life into his fingertips and slammed a palm onto Lin Mo's crown.

That withered palm embedded itself into the grey collapse energy, a double bombardment of law power and poison zone damage.

-0.

This zero was like a needle, stabbing into the Grey-robed Man's last shred of sanity.

“Ha... hahaha... hahahahahaha!!!”

The Grey-robed Man laughed.

He laughed until he bent over, laughed until his iron mask trembled.

As he laughed, the laughter turned into a howl.

"I... at the peak of the Fifth Class Advancement... have served His Highness the Dragon King for a hundred years..."

"For the sake of His Highness's resurrection plan, I crippled my own cultivation, dropping from the Fifth Class Advancement to level 30, and willingly trapped myself in this shattered space for three years... three years!!"

He ripped off his iron mask.

Beneath the mask was an old face, so withered it was almost air-dried, with wrinkles like a cracked riverbed.

In a pair of clouded eyes, tears and bloodshot veins were intertwined.

"Three years... three years of collecting over a thousand golem materials... only one step away from completing the sacrifice..."

"And yet I fall at the hands of a Zero Realm brat??"

He cried and laughed as his withered body continuously dissolved in the collapse energy.

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

Is this old man crazy?

[Meat Mountain Puppet HP: 617,600/4,127,600]

The Grey-robed Man felt his life force rapidly draining away.

He stopped attacking Lin Mo.

He knew it was useless.

Law power, spatial tears—everything was a joke in the face of that "-0."

"Good... very good..."

The Grey-robed Man's body began to become semi-transparent, and grey soul fire burned out from his chest.

He slowly spread his arms.

His withered body floated in the collapse energy, wrapped in grey flames.

"Since I cannot take you with me..."

"Then you shall sink into eternal pain!!"

His voice suddenly changed.

It was no longer an old hoarseness, but a deep, echoing chant.

Like some ancient prayer.

"In the name of the Dragon Attendant."

"By the blood of a hundred years of service."

"By the soul of Fifth Class Advancement laws."

"Dragon Blood Soul-Devouring—"

"Eternal Descent, Unextinguishable."

The grey soul fire turned pitch black at that moment.

A pitch-black beam of light shot out from the Grey-robed Man's chest, piercing through the collapse energy and the Meat Mountain's remains, accurately hitting Lin Mo's chest.

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

[Warning: You have been afflicted by the "Dragon Blood Soul-Devouring Curse" (Forbidden Fate Art · Undispellable)]

[Effect: Your fate will be entangled with the Dragon Temple; as long as the Dragon Temple exists, the curse will not cease. Deals 5000 points of True Damage per second. Duration: Permanent.]

The Grey-robed Man's body shattered in the pitch-black flames, turning into patches of drifting ash.

He used his last breath to leave one final sentence.

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

"When that time comes... heaven and earth shall be overturned..."

Lin Mo looked down at his chest.

The pitch-black curse pattern was imprinted on his right chest, about the size of a fist, looking like a living tattoo.

5000 points of True Damage per second.

And it was permanent and undispellable.

It sounded terrifying.

But it was meaningless to Lin Mo.

[Block triggered, Talent EXP +40,000]

[Block triggered, Talent EXP +40,000]

[Block triggered, Talent EXP +40,000]

...

Watching the experience notifications continuously popping up in the system log, Lin Mo froze for two seconds.

Then, with a look of shock, he said:

"Holy crap! Awesome!"

Then he burst into loud laughter!

"Thank you, old man."

He bowed seriously toward the direction where the old man had dissipated.

"Your great kindness is beyond repayment; please accept my bow!"

The Dragon Attendant's eyes bulged; he died with his eyes wide open!

The little angel Lin Yao on his head: "..."

If she hadn't misheard, that old man was casting some kind of curse skill on Lin Mo, right?

Can't you have a normal reaction, hey!

She had 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 collapse energy converged into a white light at this moment, completely swallowing the entire dungeon space.

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

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

A massive light screen floated before him.

[Hell-level Class Awakening Dungeon · Blood Hell Asura Arena — Calculating Rewards]