New Skill, Curse System!

According to Ning Yiyi, the other participant in this trial was Ling Zhen's younger brother. However, due to Baishen's intervention, Ling Zhen's brother was replaced by Lin Moyu, which left Ling Zhen feeling quite disdainful toward him.

Ning Yiyi was unaware of the specific details of the trial, but she knew it held significant importance, with precise requirements regarding participants' levels—not too high and not too low. All would be revealed tomorrow.

Lin Moyu didn't take Ling Zhen seriously. To him, Ling Zhen was nothing more than a clown, hardly worth his attention. He wasn't arrogant; he was simply confident in his abilities, certain he wouldn't be outmatched by any professional below level 30.

As the morning light flooded the small dormitory, Lin Moyu activated a primary skill scroll. A radiant sphere enveloped him, and moments later, the light faded. He sighed, realizing he hadn't acquired any new skills.

It seemed that using skill scrolls didn't guarantee new abilities. Even if a skill was awakened, it could very well be an old one he had already mastered. No new skills meant no progress, which was quite typical. As he mastered more skills, the chances of awakening new ones would naturally decrease, requiring more scrolls to achieve any notable advancements.

At 100,000 gold coins each, primary skill scrolls weren't overly expensive—using a hundred would total just 10 million. However, mid-level skill scrolls would cost significantly more, creating a daunting financial barrier for extensive training.

With two primary skill scrolls on hand, Lin Moyu decided to use the second one after the first was unsuccessful. Once again, a sphere of light surrounded him. Gradually, he felt a warmth spreading through his body, accompanied by a strange energy. He recognized this sensation and felt a flicker of hope.

"New skills," he thought, excitement bubbling within him.

[Acquired skill: Slow Curse.]

[Slow Curse (Level 1): Curse the enemy within 5 meters, reducing their speed by 5% for 1 minute.]

Amplified by his talents, the curse's range increased from 5 meters to an impressive 100 meters—an enhancement of 20 times. The slowing effect was similarly magnified, potentially halving the target's attack and action speed for an astounding 20 minutes.

"This is a divine skill," Lin Moyu mused, thoroughly impressed.

He contemplated his skills, recognizing their division into summoning, attack, and curse systems. "I wonder if there are other systems to explore."

He realized curse-based skills significantly weakened enemies, effectively boosting his own attack power by diminishing theirs. Regardless of the skill line, each one proved to be incredibly powerful.

After analyzing his new ability, Lin Moyu summoned four skeleton warriors, depleting some of his mental energy. To recover, he drank a bottle of a primary mental potion. His mental strength surged back rapidly, the potion restoring 100 points over a duration of ten minutes.

Lin Moyu understood the limitations of the potion—drinking another would require an hour of waiting, and with 1000 points of mental power, one bottle only covered a tenth of his capacity. Relying solely on potions for recovery would take ten hours, which wasn't much faster than meditation.

He calculated that combining meditation with potion use wouldn't significantly enhance his recovery rate. Continuously interrupting meditation for potions would diminish its benefits, making the effort not worth the reward.

Suddenly, a pleasant chime from his communicator pulled Lin Moyu from his meditative state. The ringtone was set by Ning Yiyi, the only contact in his communicator.

"Get up! The sun's drying your a**!" Her playful voice rang through as soon as he answered.

"I'm downstairs! Let's grab breakfast together; we're leaving right after," she added cheerfully.

"Okay," Lin Moyu replied, a smile creeping onto his face.

Ning Yiyi had prepared a feast. "I bought a lot of food because I don't know how long this trial will take. I had to be ready—unlike last time when I nearly starved! Luckily, I had your sweet potatoes," she joked.

Lin Moyu couldn't help but chuckle, noting how she was craving sweet potatoes despite never eating buns.

Following her lead, Lin Moyu silently paid for the food, totaling 10,000 gold coins for enough provisions to last two people for a month. Thankfully, his storage space was ample enough to hold it all.

The expenses at Xia Jing Academy were exorbitant, and 10,000 gold coins would suffice for several years in Xihai City.

Upon arriving at the gathering place, Jiang Taotao and others from Qianlong Academy were already waiting. Many other students had formed their own teams as well.

"Don't wander after teleportation," Jiang Taotao warned seriously, drawing on her experience from previous trials.

Ling Zhen shot Lin Moyu a disdainful look. "Boy, don't hold us back."

Ning Yiyi coldly retorted, "Just don't drag us down."

Jiang Taotao sighed, exasperated. "Regardless of your conflicts or grudges, put them aside for the trial. You all understand the significance of this challenge."

"Now, let's introduce our occupations."

As captain, she needed to foster a sense of unity, even if it was only superficial.

"Duan Gao, level 20, Prophet."

"Miao Yu, level 20, Elf Elder."

Both Prophet and Elf Elder were rare support classes, each vital to enhancing team capabilities. A high-level Prophet could nearly double a team's combat strength, while the Elf Elder specialized in healing and controlling monsters.

With a reluctant sigh, Ling Zhen added, "Ling Zhen, level 21, Warlock."

Like the Elemental Mage, the Warlock was a rare mage class with overlapping yet distinct skills.

"Ning Yiyi, level 19, Shadow Assassin."

"Lin Moyu, level 17, Necromancer."

"Jiang Taotao, level 23, Elf Knight."

Jiang Taotao glanced at everyone, her gaze firm. "I'll reiterate—this trial demands our unity. Anyone who disrupts it will face the consequences."

Her seriousness commanded attention, and even Ling Zhen listened intently.

Ning Yiyi smiled reassuringly. "Sister Taozi, don't worry; we won't affect the trial."

Suddenly, a massive teleportation array materialized above them.

"Qianlong Academy, begin the teleportation trial!"