Chapter 128

If someone were to ask what Lin An's biggest worry is, it would surely be having mental power but nowhere to use it.

Or rather, there is no way to expend it.

If it weren't for the Judgment Eye's upgrade granting the Divine Spike skill, with his mental power nearing 600 points he would really just be able to leave it there, unused.

He wanted to charge Soul Shriek, but his mental power was lacking by a large margin, which would drain him to death.

Using Divine Spike against enemies is too wasteful.

During this period, although he basically used Divine Spike against enemies, each time he relied solely on the skill's attached impact force to blast enemies into pieces.

As a mental-damage skill, Divine Spike's best targets are actually Demonic Beasts, mutant creatures, and Awakened Ones.

Only against individuals with thought and reason can Divine Spike exert thought confusion, control, and extra damage.

But at this stage, the Awakened Ones he encounters can basically be killed in one hit.

And mutant creatures only appear after the great catastrophe, while Demonic Beasts show up even later, in the third year.

So his current use of Divine Spike is purely wasteful, its effect no different from him rushing in and slaying enemies with a blade.

If one must point out a difference, it might merely be that it seems more mysterious and powerful...

But.

Lin An looked at the description of the first Soul Harvest, and a smile he couldn't suppress appeared on his face.

Absorbing souls, storing soul points to convert into mental power.

Isn't this just like a backup blue potion?

He had already calculated it carefully.

Soul Shriek requires at least 1200 points of mental power to charge, and his current mental power is about 600 points after activating the skill.

Combined with Wen Ya's mental sharing, his maximum mental power output is about 960 points.

This means he only needs to provide three souls to the Death God Crystal, then convert them into 300 extra mental power points to complete the charge.

Three soul points, just three mutants...

With his current strength, encountering one and killing it instantly makes gathering soul points effortless.

Thinking of the Soul Shriek he hasn't used in a long time, Lin An can't help but feel a bit nostalgic.

His current attack shortcoming is the lack of area-of-effect means; facing many enemies, even if he can kill them instantly, he can only deal with them slowly, one by one.

And Soul Shriek can be called a perfect area attack! It instantly kills all enemies within a 70-meter radius in an instant!

As long as they are not Second Level high rank or above, any zombie, mutant, or Awakened One will be turned to ash in an instant!

Even...

Lin An's gaze was deep and distant.

Killing zombies yields no souls, but killing mutants can harvest souls...

Killing one equals recovering 100 mental points; if he instantly kills seven or eight at once, combined with his mental recovery speed, he could even become a perpetual motion machine.

Instantly killing a batch of mutants, recovering mental power to charge, then killing again and recovering again...

On the battlefield and in large-scale operations, he will completely become a moving death disaster, a true soul reaper.

He can even be said to be the incarnation of the Death God.

If he plays it even bigger...

Mo Ling blankly lifted her head; the little loli, since being found by him, has been listless, likely due to depleted mental reserves and injuries.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Lin An looked at her face, his throat involuntarily moving.

He couldn't help but start fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if Mo Ling cooperated with him.

Tsk.

He summoned thousands of zombies and a dozen or so mutants all at once, piled them together, then as he rushed in he instantly slaughtered a swath.

With this back-and-forth operation, even the zombie tide attacking a month later, he alone could handle it batch by batch.

The premise is that there are enough mutants in the zombie tide...

Lin An thought of this and burst out laughing helplessly.

He never expected that the zombie tide and mutants that once gave him immense pressure have now become his targets for wanton slaughter.

He even hopes that this zombie tide will have even more mutants.

To others it's a nightmare, but to Lin An now it's practically a moving blue potion.

Mo Ling looked at Lin An with some confusion, opening her mouth as if to say something.

But seeing Lin An fall into deep thought again, she gave up.

Fatigue, a sense of weariness welled up.

Wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, Mo Ling tilted her head and simply leaned against Lin An by the fire basin to sleep.

"Crackle, pop"

Lin An slightly tilted his head, looking at the girl on his shoulder, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

AnXia was about the same size as Mo Ling, and in winter she also liked to sleep leaning against him by the fire basin.

However, their personalities are worlds apart; AnXia is much more lively and cheerful than Mo Ling.

I just don't know why Mo Ling has recently grown increasingly fond of staying close to him.

The bus shook; Lin An slightly adjusted his posture, feeling a bit doubtful.

He suddenly recalled what Mo Ling had cursed at him when she was being chased by the "students," thinking she was about to die.

"Damn it... Lin An! No wonder you turned into a monster!"

Ignoring the first half, Lin An's eyes flickered.

Monster?

Is it because of that day's transaction?

In Mo Ling's perception, have I already become a monster...

Lin An let out a bitter laugh in his heart, feeling helpless and forlorn.

Forget it, I'll wait until she wakes up to ask...

He turned his head to look at the scenery flashing past outside the window.

Without human disturbance, weeds grew thick in the fields beside the road.

Sparrows startled by the car's noise fluttered their wings and landed on the treetops, tilting their heads to look at the yellow "monster" they hadn't seen in a long time.

Lin An stretched his fingertips to feel the car window; outside, the rain had lessened considerably, with drops falling along the window, the dark clouds dispersing to reveal a washed sky.

He murmured softly to himself..

Under the apocalypse.

We were originally misfits... monsters...