A Turn, Talent Upgrade!

Lin Mu's figure stepped slowly out of the dim blue light gate.

The biting wind dissipated behind him, and warm sunlight once again fell upon his body.

At the dungeon entrance, the few professional teams that had been recruiting members earlier...

Were now sitting together in a circle, sighing and cursing the damned monsters inside the dungeon.

When they saw Lin Mu's figure...

All their voices seemed to be choked off by an invisible hand, abruptly cut short.

"He... he's out?!"

"Am I seeing things? How long has it been? Two hours?"

A berserker with a thick beard suddenly stood up, spilling the wine in his hand.

He rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"A LV.10 Necromancer, soloing [Frost Plain]? And coming out alive? What kind of international joke is this?!"

Beside him, an archer subconsciously looked at his own weapon, then back at Lin Mu.

Muttering to himself:

"Did the dungeon difficulty get lowered today? No way, I went in and still got beaten like a grandson."

Murmurs rose and fell, all eyes fixed on Lin Mu.

Filled with shock, confusion.

Lin Mu seemed oblivious to these gazes.

His mind had already flown back to the Holy Temple in the city center.

Under countless astonished stares, he walked away with ease.

Xilin City, Holy Temple.

Still that solemn-faced, seemingly eternal white-robed Old Priest.

He was currently resting with his eyes closed.

"I'm here to submit the quest."

Lin Mu placed the still-chilled [Ice Soul Core] directly on the stone platform before the altar.

The Old Priest's eyelids lifted slightly.

A ripple finally stirred in his ancient, calm eyes.

He picked up the core, confirmed it was correct.

Then nodded, his voice betraying no emotion.

"Begin."

Lin Mu placed his hand on the Class Advancement Altar once more.

This time, the altar surged with light that was no longer pure pitch-black.

But interwoven with strands of deep, dim blue amidst the darkness, like an eternal starry night.

[Quest item "Ice Soul Core" has been submitted.]

[Class Advancement Quest completed.]

[Proceeding to first advancement...]

[Congratulations, professional Lin Mu, on completing your first class advancement!]

A series of prompts rang out in Lin Mu's mind.

He could clearly feel a purer, vaster death energy.

Violently baptizing every limb and bone in his body.

Finally converging into the depths of his soul, imprinting a deeper mark.

[Your class "Necromancer" has been deepened. All attributes increased. Death energy affinity increased.]

[You have learned the first advancement skill: Death Prayer.]

[Necromancer Lin Mu's level increased to LV.11!]

[Necromancer Lin Mu's level increased to LV.12!]

[Necromancer Lin Mu's level increased to LV.13!]

Light flashed three times in succession!

Lin Mu's level...

In just a few seconds, had skyrocketed from LV.10 straight to LV.13!

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body, his heart filled with an indescribable ease.

"First advancement, complete."

He thought to himself, preparing to withdraw his hand and leave.

But then—

Just as his palm was about to leave the altar—

Hum—

The entire altar—no, the entire side hall—

Began to ring violently!

That black altar seemed to awaken like an ancient abyss from the dawn of time.

It erupted with endless black mist!

The mist was as dark as ink, carrying an ancient, desolate aura.

In an instant, the mist swallowed Lin Mu, swallowed the side hall.

Then, with an unstoppable momentum, it wildly spread outward!

"W-What... is happening?!"

The Old Priest, who had always worn an expressionless face, finally showed a look of terror.

His voice trembled.

He had presided over class advancements for so many years.

Never had he seen the advancement altar undergo such a mutation!

The black mist burst through the dome of the Holy Temple, like a pitch-black tornado connecting heaven and earth, shooting straight into the clouds!

The entire Xilin City shook in that moment!

Countless citizens and professionals looked up in horror.

Staring at that sacred hall shrouded in endless black mist, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Inside the mayor's office, Fan Zhiheng shoved aside his documents and rushed to the window.

The City Guard's alarm sirens pierced the sky!

Several powerful auras shot up from various parts of the city, rushing toward the Holy Temple at breakneck speed!

But at the center of the storm, Lin Mu felt no danger at all.

This black mist was not aggressive.

Instead, like a fledgling returning to its nest, it circled around him intimately.

Finally, it turned into a torrent and poured entirely into his brow!

In just over ten seconds, the black mist came and went as quickly.

When the last wisp of mist sank into Lin Mu's body, the Holy Temple fell silent again.

As if the earth-shaking phenomenon moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

"You... who... exactly are you?"

The Old Priest pointed at Lin Mu.

His lips quivered, unable to form a complete sentence.

Lin Mu did not answer him.

He was currently in a state of unprecedented shock.

His eyes were locked onto the talent column of his class panel.

The words [Description Tamperer] that had been there had undergone a radical transformation!

[Description Tamperer - Beginner's Glimpse] (Black)

Function:

Description Details: Can see more detailed descriptions than other professionals.

Description Modification: Can modify "one word" within a description.

Restrictions:

Frequency: Can modify each target's "description" twice per day.

Level: Cannot modify descriptions of targets whose level exceeds your own by 20 or more.

Logical Consistency: Modifications must keep the description somewhat grammatically coherent and logically sound.

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 in that moment, a storm raging inside him!

According to the original owner's memories—

Everything he had learned since crossing over into this world.

A Blue Star professional's talent was fixed from the moment of awakening!

From gray to color.

From the instant of birth, its ceiling was sealed!

He had never once heard of anyone being able to improve their talent after the fact.

This was no mere cheat.

This was a blatant trampling of the world's most fundamental rules!

Twice a day!

A level cap of twenty!

That meant he could modify two affixes on a single piece of equipment at once.

Or complete two skill overhauls in a single day!

"Could it be... because of that black mist earlier?"

Lin Mu's gaze turned profoundly deep.

Even his [Necromancer] class change was unlike other necromancers.

Others had three specialization paths—he had only one!

Question after question surfaced in his mind.