Clash of the Tigers

Back when Lincon practiced carving shrines, he had likewise gained crafting experience and main class experience. It had been both a form of practice and a way to improve.

What he had not expected, however, was that this carving would turn out to be a golem rather than a shrine.

"Was it because of the runes?"

After turning it over in his mind, he could only attribute the result to the runes.

Although the shrines he had carved before also bore runes, most had been basic junior runes. He had never combined and carved two major intermediate rune schools into one creation as he had today.

Precision-school runes had granted the golem accuracy, kinetic energy, swiftness...

Dominion-school runes had given it the essence of life, desire, and wildness.

"So... it should be able to move."

Lincon's gaze sharpened. He placed his palm against the golem and, rather than using the power of Seed Mark, poured his mental will into it once again.

In an instant, a suction force emerged from the golem, greedy and wild, as though intent on devouring all of Lincon's mental energy.

Lincon raised his eyebrows, but did not stop it. Instead, he let the golem draw on his mental energy.

He wanted to see just how much mental energy this golem, created through the combined power of dominion-school and precision-school runes, could absorb.

Time ticked by.

As his mental energy flowed out in a steady stream, the suction beneath his palm finally stopped. The greedy desire vanished, replaced by a sense of being stuffed.

That thought was very faint, and remarkably immature.

Once it had eaten its fill, it stopped asking for more of its own accord.

At the same time, Lincon noticed a red light flickering deep inside the golem's head, invisibly linked to his