Lin Mu stepped out of the deep-blue Light Gate.
The biting wind faded behind him, and warm sunlight fell on him once more.
At the Dungeon entrance, the teams of professional adventurers who had been recruiting members earlier...
Now sat gathered together, sighing and cursing the damned monsters inside the Dungeon.
When they saw Lin Mu.
Everyone's voices seemed to be choked off by an invisible hand, stopping abruptly.
"He... He made it out?!"
"I'm not seeing things, am I? How long has it been? Two hours?"
A bearded Berserker jumped to his feet, spilling the drink in his hand.
He rubbed his eyes, disbelief written all over his face.
"A Level 10 Necromancer soloed the Frost Plain and came out alive? What the hell kind of joke is this?"
An archer beside him glanced at his weapon, then at Lin Mu.
He muttered to himself:
"Did they lower the Dungeon's difficulty today? No, that can't be right. I still got beat like a dog when I went in."
The chatter rose and fell as everyone's eyes focused on Lin Mu.
They were filled with shock and confusion.
Lin Mu paid no attention to their stares.
His thoughts had already flown back to the Holy Temple in the city center.
Under countless astonished gazes, he strode away.
Xilin City, Holy Temple.
The white-robed Old Priest was still there, his expression solemn and seemingly unchanged for a thousand years.
He was resting with his eyes closed.
"I'm here to turn in the quest."
Lin Mu placed the [Ice Soul Core], still carrying wisps of chill, on the stone platform before the Altar.
The Old Priest's eyelids lifted slightly.
At last, a ripple stirred in his placid gaze.
He picked up the core and confirmed it was genuine.
Only then did he nod, his voice betraying no emotion.
"Begin."
Lin Mu placed his hand on the Class Advancement Altar once more.
This time, pure black light did not rise from it.
Instead, deep blue wisps mingled with the darkness, like stars in an endless night sky.
[Quest item "Ice Soul Core" submitted.]
[Class advancement quest completed.]
[Beginning First Advancement...]
[Congratulations, professional adventurer Lin Mu, on completing your First Advancement!]
A string of notifications rang out in Lin Mu's mind.
He could clearly feel an even purer, more boundless Death Energy.
It surged through every part of his body, washing over him like a torrent.
At last, it flowed into the depths of his soul, leaving a deeper imprint.
[Your class, "Necromancer," has been enhanced. All attributes increased, and affinity with Death Energy improved.]
[You have learned the First Advancement skill: Death Prayer.]
[Necromancer Lin Mu has reached Level 11!]
[Necromancer Lin Mu has reached Level 12!]
[Necromancer Lin Mu has reached Level 13!]
Light flashed three times!
Lin Mu's level.
In just a few seconds, it shot straight from Level 10 to Level 13!
He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and was overcome with indescribable exhilaration.
"First Advancement, complete."
He thought to himself, preparing to take his hand off the Altar and leave.
However.
Just as his palm was about to leave the Altar—
Bzzz—
The entire Altar—no, the entire side hall—began to tremble with a deafening hum!
The black Altar seemed to turn into an ancient black hole awakening from slumber.
A vast sea of black mist erupted from it!
The mist was as black as ink, carrying an ancient, desolate aura.
In an instant, it swallowed Lin Mu and the side hall.
Then it spread outward with unstoppable force!
"W-What... What's happening?!"
The Old Priest, who had remained expressionless until now, finally looked horrified.
His voice trembled.
He had presided over class advancements for years.
Never had he seen the Class Advancement Altar undergo such a bizarre change!
The black mist burst through the Temple's dome, rising into the sky like a black Tornado that reached from heaven to earth!
All of Xilin City shook at that moment!
Countless citizens and professional adventurers looked up in terror.
They stared at the sacred Temple shrouded in endless black mist, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.
In the mayor's office, Fan Zhiheng shoved aside his papers and rushed to the window.
The City Guard's alarms rang through the skies!
Several powerful auras shot up from different parts of the city, racing toward the Holy Temple!
Yet at the heart of the storm, Lin Mu felt no danger at all.
The black mist was not hostile in the slightest.
Instead, it circled him affectionately, like a fledgling returning to its nest.
At last, it turned into a torrent and poured entirely into the space between his brows!
It had taken only a dozen seconds. The mist had come swiftly, and vanished just as fast.
As the last wisp sank into Lin Mu, the Holy Temple returned to calm.
It was as if the world-shaking spectacle had only been an illusion.
"Y-You... What... What are you?"
The Old Priest pointed at Lin Mu.
His lips quivered, and he could barely form a complete sentence.
Lin Mu did not answer him.
He was still reeling from an unprecedented shock.
His eyes were fixed on the Talent section of the Class Panel.
The words [Description Tamperer] that had once appeared there had undergone a complete transformation!
[Description Tamperer—Beginner](Black)
Functions:
Description Details: Can see more detailed descriptions than other professional adventurers.
Description Modification: Can modify "one word" in a description.
Limitations:
Uses: Each target's "description" can be modified twice per day.
Level: Cannot modify the description of a target more than 20 levels above your own.
Logical consistency: Modifications must preserve a certain degree of grammatical fluency and basic logic.
Special: Cannot directly modify foundational descriptions such as physical attributes, class, talent, or world rules.
"Talent... can actually be upgraded?!"
Lin Mu's heart pounded wildly, and shock crashed over him like a storm surge!
According to the original owner's memories.
And everything he had learned since crossing over.
The talents of Blue Star's professional adventurers were fixed the moment they awakened!
From gray to rainbow.
Their upper limits were decided from the moment they were born!
He had never heard of anyone being able to improve their talent after awakening!
This was no longer just a simple cheat.
It was openly trampling on the most fundamental rules of this world!
Twice a day!
A level limit of twenty!
That meant he could modify two of an item's affixes at once.
Or alter two skills in a single day!
"Could it... be because of that black mist?"
Lin Mu's gaze grew unfathomably deep.
His Necromancer advancement had also been unlike that of other Necromancers.
They had three advancement paths, but he had only one!
One question after another surfaced in his mind.
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