78: Chapter 77

512... 587... 641...

With every level up, the experience multiplier increased by another 1 million.

723... 801...

When it jumped to Level 850, the speed noticeably slowed down.

Level 865!

It stopped.

[Current Level: LV.865]

The numbers froze.

The experience bar was more than half full, but the experience required for the next level had suddenly skyrocketed to an absurd number; the remaining experience was just barely insufficient.

Lin Mo didn't dwell on it.

Level 865.

Now, the experience required for each level up was astronomical.

Reaching Level 865 had exceeded Lin Mo's expectations.

He deactivated Bloodlust Domain and Demon God Transformation, and the black armor on his body shattered into points of light and dissipated.

Just then, Lin Mo discovered a dark red ring remaining where Jie Yuan had dissipated.

The BOSS dropped gear!

He bent down to pick it up.

The ring was cast entirely from solidified dragon blood, with dark golden patterns flowing across its surface and a blood-colored gemstone shaped like a vertical pupil embedded in the center.

Something seemed to be wriggling inside the gemstone.

[Dragon Blood Ring (epic grade)]

[Effect: Possesses a summoning space. Can summon a Blood-Contracted Wyvern. The Wyvern inherits 100% of the summoner's total attributes.]

[Cooldown: Can be re-summoned 24 hours after the Wyvern's death.]

[Duration: Unlimited.]

Inherits 100% of total attributes?

Lin Mo looked down at the absurdly long string of numbers on his status panel.

Strength: over 1.9 million.

Speed: over 1.4 million.

And then there was that sky-high HP.

After absorbing the HP of those dragon beasts, Lin Mo's HP had already broken past a hundred million.

Although most of it was temporary HP, it was still incredibly exaggerated.

I wonder if the Wyvern can inherit temporary HP...

Lin Mo slipped the ring onto his right middle finger.

The vertical pupil within the blood-colored gemstone snapped open.

The dark golden patterns on the ring's surface were activated, emitting a faint blue light.

A sudden hurricane swept across the White Bone Wasteland!

Blood-light condensed in the center of the clearing.

First, the skeleton.

Dark golden dragon bones grew out of the void, every single bone engraved with dense runes.

Then, the flesh.

Deep red muscle tissue clung to the dragon bones like vines, tightening, straightening, and interlacing into thousands of power circuits.

Finally, the scales.

Pitch-black scales began to spread from the head, layer upon layer, each edge revealing a line of dark golden light.

When the scales covered the back, seven conical bone spurs over a meter long grew along the spine line.

Wings unfurled.

The wingspan exceeded forty meters. The wing membranes were black as night, but when light passed through, one could see the vessel-like dark golden patterns pulsing inside like flowing lava.

The dragon's head lifted slightly.

Two vertical pupils opened—

A pair of calm, golden vertical pupils looked as if flames were burning within them.

There was no beastly savagery in the pupils.

Only calmness and obedience.

It lowered its head, its golden vertical pupils meeting Lin Mo's gaze.

Deep within those pupils, something flashed.

It was extremely brief, so short it almost didn't exist.

Lin Mo felt his consciousness establish a connection with it.

He could control it to follow his commands or let it fight autonomously.

Not bad.

Lin Mo nodded inwardly.

The Wyvern crouched down, its forelimbs half-kneeling, lowering its head to Lin Mo's feet.

Lin Mo flipped himself onto the dragon's back.

The black scales weren't uncomfortable; they felt like warm metal to the touch.

The bone spurs on its back acted like a natural backrest, making it very comfortable to lie down.

"It makes for a pretty good mount, too."

Lin Mo opened its attributes.

He discovered that it actually inherited his temporary HP!

Awesome!

As expected of epic grade equipment!

The Wyvern flapped its wings.

The air currents pressed the ground down another half-meter.

The massive black shadow soared into the dark red sky, its dragon wings shattering the low-hanging turbid clouds.

Where the wingtips passed, the air was sliced into visible vacuum zones.

"Time to go out."

Lin Mo thought to himself.

In fact, he could have left long ago.

If he wasn't in a combat state, he could leave 10 million minutes after entering the dungeon.

"Finalize dungeon."

[Hell-Grade Dungeon: Bone Dragon Domain - Cleared!]

[Clear Time: 57 minutes.]

[Evaluation: SSS (All-time High)]

It didn't even take an hour.

With a thought, white light swallowed him up.

...

Tianfu University, Class Change Temple Square.

Qin Lan stood before the dungeon gate, feeling somewhat anxious.

She only hoped Lin Mo wouldn't be too stubborn and would come out immediately if he encountered something he couldn't handle.

It had been an hour.

The shortest clear time for a Hell-grade Second Class Advancement dungeon was around two days.

She knew she shouldn't be anxious.

But she couldn't help it.

Shen Yuntang stood beside her and said softly,

"Have faith in Lin Mo."

She smiled gently,

"He is a person who can create miracles. Xiao Li believes in him, and we should too."

Qin Lan nodded silently.

Just then—

The dungeon gate lit up.

On the surface of that closed bronze gate, all the runes suddenly ignited, and blinding white light poured from the gap in the door.

Lin Mo walked out from the light.

His clothes were clean.

There wasn't a single trace of blood on him.

The expression on his face even carried a hint of... pleasure?

Qin Lan snapped to attention.

Shen Yuntang took a step forward.

On the edge of the square, a few scattered students were whispering.

"He cleared it in just an hour?"

"Are you kidding? A large-scale dungeon like this, how could it be cleared in anything less than a few days?"

"Then he must have withdrawn on his own."

"Hell-grade dungeons aren't that easy to withdraw from. Maybe he was beaten out."

"Are you joking? I've never seen someone as monstrous as Lin Mo in my life. Who could beat him?"

Qin Lan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Lin Mo.

Her gaze swept over him, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

The aura on Lin Mo had changed.

It wasn't as simple as becoming stronger.

It was completely different.

The depth and thickness of that aura gave even her, a Fifth Class Advancement expert, a momentary sense of pressure.

"You... you've finished your Second Class Advancement change?"

Shen Yuntang's elegant face showed a look of surprise.

"You cleared it in only an hour!"

"To be precise, it only took fifty-seven minutes," Lin Mo corrected.

The whispering at the edge of the square stopped.

Everyone was processing those words.

Clearing a Hell-grade Second Class Advancement dungeon in fifty-seven minutes.

In this amount of time, forget Hell-grade, even Normal difficulty would be impossible.

Qin Lan took a deep breath, suppressed her shock, and asked the question everyone wanted to ask.

"What level are you now?"

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

His level badge lit up.

Numbers manifested in mid-air, as dazzling as the midday sun.

[LV.865]

There was no sound in the square.

Even the wind had stopped.

Everyone seemed to have been hit by a freezing spell, remaining motionless in various poses.

Level 865!

Second Class Advancement.

This was absolutely insane!

When he went in an hour ago, he was only Level 90.

Lin Mo, please, at least try to be human!