Plan to Milk the System

Back in the Seventh Dormitory, Lin Kun fully entered "frenzied self-improvement" mode.

Time was pressing! Before Grandmaster and Spirit Hall came looking for him again, he had to at least obtain his first Spirit Ring and gain some measure of strength. Only then would he have more confidence to maneuver.

During the day, he paid even closer attention in class, especially during Spirit theory and soul beast knowledge lessons, desperately absorbing everything he could learn. The light crystals of his Book Spirit never stopped flickering at a high frequency. After school, he no longer set up a stall to sell information—it was too eye-catching—and devoted all his time to cultivation. At night, while everyone else drifted into dreams, he still hugged Little White, his portable charger, and meditated in silence, striving to break through the barrier to level 5 Soul Power.

He even began trying to squeeze more potential out of the system.

"System, do you have any daily missions? Small rewards are fine, as long as they add up over time!"

Ding! Daily missions updated:

Mission 1: Meditate continuously for 2 hours. Reward: 5 points.

Mission 2: Successfully use Basic Movement Technique Mastery 100 times. Reward: 5 points.

Mission 3: Use Mental Thread to complete one precise operation, such as threading a needle. Reward: 5 points.

Mission 4: Read and record a new piece of knowledge. Reward: 1–10 points, depending on the value of the knowledge.

Although each mission gave few points, the rewards were steady! Lin Kun seemed to have found a way to milk the system. Every day without fail, he completed all his daily missions, and his points began to rise little by little.

He also discovered that if he exceeded the requirements—for example, meditating for over four hours or controlling three needles at once with Mental Thread to thread them—he would occasionally trigger an extra reward for over-completion and receive a few additional points.

Thus, a strange sight often appeared in the Seventh Dormitory at night. While everyone else slept, Lin Kun sat cross-legged on his bed, holding Little White as it snored soundly in his arms, faint fluctuations of Soul Power rippling around his body as he meditated. Every so often, he would suddenly leap out of bed and dart about the cramped room like a ghost, practicing his movement technique. Or he would control several embroidery needles, making them wobble awkwardly through the air as he practiced Mental Thread. The work-study students who got up at night stared in shock, thinking he was sleepwalking or possessed.

"Brother Kun... are you okay?" Wang Sheng finally could not help asking one time.

"I'm fine! Training my body! Defending the academy!" Lin Kun answered with a straight face, then continued his "strange behavior."

Besides cultivating bitterly and milking daily missions, Lin Kun also began actively triggering side missions.

He took the initiative to seek out classmates who were having trouble and used the remaining goodwill of the Kun Kun Information Bureau to provide free help—though he was really doing it for the missions. "Classmate, you can't find your lost badge? Let me help you think about where you might have dropped it..." Mission: Helping Others triggered. Reward: 5 points. "This classmate, are you confused about choosing your second Spirit Ring? Let me analyze the strengths and weaknesses of these two soul beasts for you..." Mission: Spreading Knowledge triggered. Reward: 10 points.

He even began recklessly trying to raise deeper, trickier questions in class—of course, only after using Insight Skill to make sure the teacher was in a good mood. "Teacher, you just said that the power of a soul skill mainly depends on the age of the Spirit Ring and the Spirit itself. Then would a soul master's Mental Power also affect the precision of controlling a soul skill and its variations?" Mission: Deep Theoretical Thinking triggered. Reward: 15 points.

Questions like these often deepened classroom discussions. Though the teachers were sometimes stumped, most appreciated such a spirit of inquiry—as long as he did not directly challenge established theory like last time.

And so, Lin Kun's points steadily increased at a slow but unwavering pace. He was still far from being able to buy those high-end items that cost thousands of points each, but at least he could see hope.

His efforts had not been in vain. With Little White, his cheat-like portable charger, and his tireless hard work, his Soul Power finally broke through to level 5! Under the effects of Spirit Resonance and Little White's feedback, his Mental Power also became more condensed. His Mental Thread could now initially gather into a single strand and exert a modest pull, such as dragging a thin book. The duration of Insight Skill had also increased considerably.

However, just when he thought he could finally catch his breath, a sudden disturbance once again pushed him into the spotlight.

That day, the academy organized a soul skill sparring competition for lower-grade students. Tang San naturally shone brilliantly, the control of his poisonous Blue Silver Grass making his opponents miserable. Xiao Wu's Soft Skill also drew thunderous applause.

When it was Lin Kun's turn to take the field, his opponent was a level 6 Assault System soul master whose Spirit was an Iron-Armed Ape.

Everyone thought the outcome was obvious. Yet once the match began, Lin Kun relied on Basic Movement Technique Mastery and interference from Mental Thread to narrowly evade his opponent's attacks again and again. Though he had no power to strike back, he somehow lasted an entire incense stick's worth of time without being knocked down!

His slippery footwork and his ability to predict his opponent's moves half a beat ahead left the spectators below clicking their tongues in amazement.

In the end, he voluntarily conceded only because his Soul Power was exhausted. Yet even in defeat, he had earned honor!

As he left the field, Tang San looked at him with an especially grave expression. "Your movement technique... has improved again. And you seem to be able to predict his movements?"

Lin Kun's heart tightened, and he hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no. He was just too fast. I was dodging blindly. I got lucky, just lucky..."

But the suspicion in Tang San's eyes did not fade.

In a corner of the stands, Deacon Sol had appeared again at some point. Watching Lin Kun, he quietly instructed the subordinate beside him, "Record this: Target Lin Kun. His movement technique is unusual. He is suspected of possessing predictive abilities or a special perception-type soul skill. His growth rate has exceeded expectations. Raise his evaluation level."

Lin Kun's efforts and incremental progress had instead, invisibly, intensified the attention and expectations—or wariness—of every faction toward him.

The true storm was quietly gathering speed as he continued to grow stronger.