Zhang Tie's Reward

9999 points...

After the shock came a bitter smile.

Lin An no longer had the heart to look at the subsequent rewards. All his thoughts were fixed on that dazzling SSS-Grade.

A single Evil God-level mission only gave 200 points.

The difficulty was absurd...

He had played every trump card. If the Second Will had not suddenly appeared to remind him, and he had only realized it later...

The price he would have paid was unimaginable.

The points required were simply too many...

No one knew.

While they were still fretting over a dozen or so points and racking their brains over whether to exchange them for attributes or increase their chances of advancing to the Third Order,

Lin An was frantically thinking about how to obtain at least ten thousand points.

Twenty Evil God-level missions. Just thinking about it made his scalp go numb.

In that instant, Lin An even subconsciously wondered if the System was messing with him.

If you're going to mess with me, just say so...

You might as well put ninety-nine thousand on it and save me from having any hope.

"Team Leader Lin?"

Bear Dunce was squatting on the ground, happily admiring his reward—a Wolf Fang club with an exaggerated design.

It was called a club, but its appearance was actually as sinister as an instrument of torture.

Beneath its interlocking teeth, it felt as though any enemy would be reduced to a corpse with a single blow.

"Why do you look so awful?"

"Heh heh, I traded for an A+-Grade Skill, Transcendent Bear's Roar!"

"Damn, that's badass!"

As if presenting a treasured possession, Zhang Tie squeezed over to Lin An with an exaggerated grin, completely unaware of how complicated Lin An's feelings were at that moment.

"Curse of the Lingchi Executioner, heavy weapon,