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Chapter 217 Feeling the Exceptional Limitation, the Foundation of Becoming a Divine-Level Expert!

After running for 8 hours straight, followed by over 3 hours of continuous skill practice, Lin Mo Yu hadn't taken a single breath in 12 hours.

Just as he left the instance, a bright and beautiful face appeared in his line of sight.

Shu Han stood before Lin Mo Yu with a smile, "You finally came out. I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Senior Sister Shu Han, is there something you need from me?" Lin Mo Yu asked softly.

Shu Han smiled, "What, can't I look for you if there's nothing wrong?"

Lin Mo Yu didn't expect Shu Han, who was usually elegant, to suddenly say that. He didn't speak, just quietly looked on.

Shu Han shrugged, "Enough with the jokes. Here, take this."

Shu Han handed him fatigue potions, a total of ten bottles.

Lin Mo Yu needed fatigue potions and accepted them without hesitation, intending to give Shu Han points in return.

Shu Han shook her head, "No need for points, consider it a gift from me."

"That's not good, these potions are expensive," Lin Mo Yu knew the value of fatigue potions.

Shu Han looked slightly displeased, "You know, are we not friends?"

Lin Mo Yu didn't think much and nodded, "Of course."

"Then that settles it. Take the potions, let me know when you run out, and I'll figure something out."

"But don't rely on them too much; it's not good for your body."

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Continue with your daily updates in the group and keep looking for Desert Fruits."

With that reminder, Shu Han turned and left.

Lin Mo Yu accepted the potions, murmuring, "Lost a senior sister but gained a friend."

Before, he had five bottles of fatigue potions left, and now he had ten more.

After drinking one bottle initially, he hadn't used any more. They were too precious to waste.

But now...

He tilted his head back and drank a bottle of fatigue potion. It felt like his body was immersed in warm spring water, rapidly recovering from fatigue.

The effect of fatigue potions was miraculous. One bottle could keep him going for two days and nights without feeling tired.

Once again entering the instance, he started running again, beginning another monotonous journey through the dungeon.

Entering time after time, running through it repeatedly.

This time, luck was on his side. After only five runs, he encountered Desert Fruits.

The instance was filled with red light. The dark red glow almost seemed to change the color of the entire desert.

The buzzing sound unique to curse skills was incessant.

Curse skills consumed slightly more mental power than Skeleton Fangs, and the consumption for Desert Fruits was a bit higher.

It wasn't until all the Desert Fruits were consumed that the level of the damage curse reached 26.

Lin Mo Yu continued his daily updates, continuing to enter and exit the instance.

"Based on current estimates, if I want to fully train the Summon Wight General, I need to find Desert Fruits at least ten times."

"At a rate of ten rounds per instance, that's at least 100 instances."

And each time, he had to run for 40 minutes.

Lin Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

These days, he had been staying obediently in the instance hall, not going anywhere else.

But he had no choice. If he didn't train now, it would only be harder later.

"For a better tomorrow, I'll push through!"

Luck was still on his side. After the sixth time entering the instance, he encountered Desert Fruits again.

This time, he quickly raised the damage curse to level 30.

[Dread Curse (Level 30): Curses enemies within a 25-meter range, causing them to receive 25% increased damage from all sources for 1 minute.]

The amplification effect of the damage curse was not as much as the slow curse, and the range was the same.

With each level increase, the range only increased by 0.5 meters, and the damage amplification increased by only 0.5%.

With the talent for overall amplification, the curse range reached double.

Completely sufficient.

"It's finally time for the hardest part."

Lin Mo Yu took a deep breath and began summoning the Wight General.

Summoning a Wight General required 4000 mental power, and he had a total of 7000 with his equipment.

He needed to consume a Desert Fruit almost every time he summoned one.

Lin Mo Yu kept stuffing Desert Fruits into his mouth.

The rate of mental power recovery couldn't keep up with the consumption, despite the pleasant taste of the Desert Fruits.

"If it weren't for Desert Fruits, this skill would drive people crazy."

Lin Mo Yu muttered to himself.

And besides training the skill to its maximum level, he also needed to fill up the ranks of the Undead Legion.

The whole process was incredibly satisfying.

...

In the White God Courtyard, Bai Yi Yuan watched Lin Mo Yu enter and exit the instance repeatedly.

It had been seven days, and Lin Mo Yu hadn't stopped once.

When he was too tired, he would take a fatigue potion.

He had already consumed four bottles of fatigue potion.

Bai Yi Yuan kept an eye on Lin Mo Yu the whole time.

The more he watched, the more satisfied he became.

"Such perseverance!"

Meng An Wen also gave his affirmation, "Perseverance is sometimes more important than talent. Lin kid has both talent and perseverance, rare."

Ning Tai Ran snorted, "You're just lucky, stumbled upon a treasure."

Bai Yi Yuan smiled happily, rare not to retort but instead poured a cup of tea for Ning Tai Ran himself, "Your granddaughter is not bad either, very discerning."

Ning Tai Ran snorted again, took the tea, and said nothing, everything was understood without words.

Meng An Wen said, "Lin kid's sister is also very hardworking and talented."

Ning Tai Ran said, "Those picked by the old man are not bad at all. A family of two geniuses, not bad."

"Maybe, both siblings have a chance to become divine-level professionals."

Bai Yi Yuan smiled meaningfully.

Divine level... Is it enough?

The difficulty of training to summon the Wight General far exceeded Lin Mo Yu's expectations.

As the skill level increased, the mental power requirement also increased.

The initial estimates were overturned time and time again.

Ten waves of Desert Fruits were far from enough.

Lin Mo Yu became more determined. Without reaching his goal, he wouldn't turn back.

He hadn't rested for eight consecutive days, relying solely on fatigue potions.

In these eight days, he encountered Desert Fruits a total of twenty times.

When the Summon Wight General skill reached level 29, each summon required a whopping 6800 mental power.

And that was with the skill consumption halved.

Without the title of Dragon Race Warlord, he would need 13600 mental power.

This requirement probably couldn't be met until he reached level 40 and became a higher-tier professional after the second transformation.

Without the title of Dragon Race Warlord, summoning a level 1 Wight General would require 8000 mental power.

Even with a full set of Hell Whistle equipment, he couldn't summon one.

He would need to reach at least level 32 to qualify to summon a level 1 Wight General.

By then, he would completely lose the opportunity to enter the Brutal Desert to search for Desert Fruits.

That's why Lin Mo Yu said it wasn't something humans could endure.

While running, Lin Mo Yu faintly felt that something was wrong.

Why would the requirements of a professional skill be so high, it didn't make sense.

It felt like a towering mountain was pressing down on him, restricting him.

He had felt this way when he awakened the Summon Skeleton Mage.

Now, the feeling was even more pronounced.

Fortunately, he had the Hell Whistle set.

Fortunately, he had the Dragon Race Warlord title.

In impossible situations, relying on the miraculous Desert Fruits, he stubbornly trained the Summon Wight General skill to level 30.

When he saw the skill upgrade prompt, he felt like collapsing into the sand.

The next moment, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Weird, why isn't Lin Dàlǎo coming out?"

"Yeah, could something have happened to Lin Dàlǎo?"

"Could Lin Dàlǎo have an accident? Don't joke around."

"Would Lin Dàlǎo have an accident? Don't joke around."

"Probably just tired, fell asleep in the instance."

In these ten days, Lin Mo Yu had entered the instance at least 200 times.

It was all seen by others.

Those people were already in awe.

At least 200 instances, without rest.

It was beyond terrifying.

No one could imagine the level of perseverance required.

Lin Mo Yu quietly finished it all.

Seeing Lin Mo Yu fall asleep on the ground.

Bai Yi Yuan's eyes were filled with worry.

Meng An Wen whispered, "Don't worry, he's just too tired, fell asleep."

Ning Tai Ran said in a deep voice, "This kid, he's stronger than you."

Bai Yi Yuan looked disdainful, "He's stronger than you too."

Neither of them would concede.

At this moment, Meng An Wen's eyes also showed admiration.

Lin Mo Yu's performance was indeed outstanding.

Calm when necessary, low-key when necessary.

When he needed to be high-profile, even if he didn't say a word, he could shock the world.

Meng An Wen could see that Lin Mo Yu's perseverance was already beyond astonishing.

It was no longer just about having astonishing perseverance.

It was about being ruthless enough to oneself.

Plus, his profession.

Such a person already had all the qualifications to become a divine-level expert.

Lin Mo Yu slept deeply.

The constant temperature in the instance, the soft sand, made him very comfortable.

After waking up from a deep sleep, there was no fatigue.

The effect of the fatigue potions had completely disappeared.

Looking at the communicator, Lin Mo Yu jumped three meters high.

He had slept for 47 hours, nearly two days and two nights.

"Am I a pig? How can I sleep so much!"

"No, even pigs can't sleep like me."

His mental power had fully recovered during sleep.

The remaining dozen or so Desert Fruits couldn't be wasted.

And Lin Mo Yu's task wasn't finished yet.

The skill was maxed out, but there was one final step: forming the Undead Legion.

While still at level 30, and able to use the Desert Fruits Society's artifact to quickly recover mental power, he had to establish the Undead Legion.

Skill: Summon Wight General!

Consuming all 7000 mental power, leaving nothing behind.

A level 30 skill, consuming 7000 mental power.

Lin Mo Yu was prepared, directly stuffing a Desert Fruit into his mouth.

The fruit burst in his mouth, the juice that had already made him nauseous slid down his throat, turning into a warm stream that rushed straight to his crown.

With a comfortable feeling, his mental power began to recover rapidly.

At the same time, Lin Mo Yu checked the attributes of the level 30 Wight General.

[Golden-tier Wight General]

[Level: 30]

[Legion Members: 0/300]

[Strength: 4000]

[Agility: 4000]

[Mental Power: 4000]

[Constitution: 100000]

[Skill: Legion Strengthening (Level 3)]

[Legion Strengthening (0%):]

[Skill: Legion Recovery (Level 3)]

[Legion Healing (Level 3): Heals legion members, effectiveness based on skill level.]

[Skill: Dispel (Level 3)]

[Dispel (Level 3): Removes all abnormal statuses from legion members. (Effective only against abnormal statuses below level 60)].

Lin Mo Yu continued his task...