"What's going on?! These hands... are they mine?"
The more Yang Ling looked, the more his scalp crawled. Fortunately, he had experience with this and immediately steadied his mind.
"Begone, all evil! Get the hell out!"
The numb itching continued like a raging tide, wave after wave.
Fortunately, the hundreds of tiny hands on his body all retracted and vanished.
Yang Ling dared not waste a moment. He immediately examined every inch of his body, afraid he might have grown some extra organ.
He didn't envy bloodline martial artists in the slightest. If he had to grow another pair of hands or another head, he might as well die.
While he focused entirely on checking his body for mutations, the numbers on his attribute panel had already begun to soar.
Strength, agility, mental power, health, and vital blood.
These five crucial core attributes were increasing at a terrifying rate.
"My attributes are starting to soar!"
Yang Ling exclaimed in delight.
"Not bad. At this rate, they might shoot straight to the pinnacle of Middle Third Grade. But you must be careful not to reach Upper Third Grade."
"Otherwise, you'll enter the same forced missions as Upper Third Grade players, and we'll lose our advantage.
"Unless you can raise both attributes to 14,999 points in one go, you'll need to cap them for the time being."
"Our advantage?"
Yang Ling suddenly turned his head and found himself staring at another head.
"What are you looking at? I'm you, and you're me."
The other head spoke calmly.
"Like hell you are!"
Yang Ling cursed furiously and focused his mind again. The other head sank into his shoulder and vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a trace of fear toward the Beginner Bloodline Gene