Chapter 213: Just Kill Them

Kyoto University, Replica Center.

Just past noon, though it was lunch break, the place was already packed with noise.

The reason was simple.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the members of the Longxu Class.

Everyone's eyes were locked on the replica fissure.

That was the last record belonging to Longguo, seized by the people of Yingguo.

And today,

the Great Demon King Lin Mo would forcefully reclaim it!

At that moment,

a commotion arose at the edge of the crowd.

"Look! Young Master Lin Mo has arrived!"

"The Great Demon King is here! The entire Longxu Class has assembled!"

Whoosh—

The crowd spontaneously parted, clearing a wide passage.

Lin Mo walked in with calm composure.

He immediately spotted Guhe, Xu Wenchang, and Han Xue standing before the replica fissure, along with the rest of the Longxu Class students.

Lin Mo quickened his steps and walked over.

"Principal Guhe, Teacher Xu, Teacher Han, good morning."

Lin Mo greeted them with a smile.

Guhe turned his head, ready to offer Lin Mo some encouragement.

"Lin Mo…"

"Wait, you leveled up again? Level 32?"

Guhe's eyes widened involuntarily.

At those words,

Xu Wenchang and Han Xue also turned to look, their faces simultaneously filled with admiration.

This kid is too intense.

After level 30, the experience required to level up surges geometrically.

Students in ordinary classes, with inferior resources compared to the Longxu Class, take a full year to reach level 40.

Even among Longxu Class students, look at Han Mengyao and others—none have surpassed level 30…

Yet Lin Mo still maintains a pace of two levels per day.

Guhe took a deep breath.

He looked at Lin Mo and spoke with solemn concern:

"Lin Mo…"

"I know you're burning with determination to level up quickly, to raise your mental power, so you can truly master the high-tier skills."

"But…"

Guhe patted Lin Mo's shoulder, his eyes brimming with worry:

"Your body is the foundation of everything!"

"Two levels a day… you're sacrificing all your rest time to grind monsters, aren't you?"

"If you keep pulling all-nighters like this, even an iron body won't hold up!"

Beside him, Xu Wenchang sighed and added:

"Yes, Lin Mo, listen to me."

"Your current strength is already astonishing—don't push yourself too hard."

"The high-tier skills aren't going anywhere; rest more, balance work and rest—that's the right path!"

Hearing this heartfelt concern from Guhe and Xu Wenchang,

Lin Mo scratched his head.

"Ahem… I understand, Principal, Teacher Xu. I just really want to improve—don't worry, I know my limits…"

For Lin Mo, he knew his limits better than anyone.

Rest?

Probably no one in Kyoto University rests better than he does.

He goes to bed precisely at ten every night and wakes up naturally.

If that counts as neglecting rest, then there are no healthy people left in this world.

At this moment,

in his skill bar,

'Fireball Spell' sneered: 'Rest? Rest your hammer! I'm grinding monsters! I'm striving!'

'Fireball Spell' cast a gloomy glance toward the other side of the skill bar.

Not only was Old Three 'Lightning Strike Spell' riding on its head, but even the newcomer 'Ice Spike Spell' was perched atop it.

Who knows what Old Five and Old Six might come next? 'Fireball Spell' clearly realized its position as 'Number One' was shaky and extremely unstable.

【No way!】

'Fireball Spell' silently swore: the rest time each day is still too long! Tonight, no sleep—full night grind!

Feeling the near-maniacal drive for self-overcoming inside his mind,

Lin Mo shivered involuntarily.

Sss…

A top-tier grinder is terrifying!

This is literally leaving no room for anyone else to breathe!

In his past life as a wage slave, he feared nothing more than encountering a workaholic in the office who'd risk his life for performance.

Once a team had one such extreme grinder,

everyone's rest time was mercilessly slashed, and all were forced to go mad together.

It was the kind of thing that made bosses weep with emotion and factory assembly-line exploiters nod in admiration.

Luckily, he was the boss.

At that moment,

Wang Dawei spoke up softly:

"Exactly, exactly…"

"Class President, please listen to the Principal—get some rest! Take care of your imperial body! Leave us common folk a little broth to sip!"

Hearing Wang Dawei's grumbling,

Han Mengqing immediately glared at him, hands on her hips, stepping in front of Lin Mo.

"Dawei, stop complaining!"

"Can Class President's leveling compare to ours?"

"Every time Class President levels up, Longguo's top combat power rises a notch!"

"Class President leveling is far more useful than you! When he grinds monsters, it's an honor for those monsters!"

After Han Mengqing's outburst,

Wang Dawei shrank his neck.

Thinking it over, he realized she had a point.

"Uh… that makes sense."

Wang Dawei rubbed the back of his head and chuckled:

"Then let Class President go first! We'll just find a farther place to level later."

Watching this group of oddballs,

Lin Mo smiled helplessly.

Then,

he clapped Wang Dawei on the shoulder, his voice carrying an aura of quiet authority:

"Dawei."

"In the world of cultivators, you fight against heaven, against earth, against all things."

"If you want resources, if you want to grow stronger, you must seize them with your own fists."

Lin Mo's gaze grew deep as it swept over every member of the Longxu Class.

"If I gave in to your complaints today, gave you the monsters, left you the resources,

you'd forever remain flowers in a greenhouse."

"Our Longxu Class's enemies aren't these foolish little monsters—they're Yingguo, Meiliguo, watching us with hungry eyes, and the true abyss demons from the other world!"

Lin Mo's lips curled into a dominant smile:

"So, you want broth? You want meat?"

"Then prove your worth—chase me with all your might, and take it from my hands!"

"That's the rule of the Longxu Class!"

A few words.

Resonant and decisive.

Wang Dawei's expression turned serious, and he immediately wiped the smirk from his face.

Ye Kong, Chu Lingxuan, Han Mengyao, and others all felt a surge of blood rushing to their crowns.

"Yes, Class Leader!"

"We understand!"

The group responded in unison, their battle intent reignited.

Watching Lin Mo's effortlessly eloquent… no, textbook-style leadership tactics and dominator's mindset.

Guhe burst into laughter, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Good! Well said!"

"No wonder you're the future cornerstone of our Dragon Nation!"

After his laughter subsided,

Guhe's expression turned solemn:

"Alright, the raid record stolen from us by Ying Country now has only this final one left."

"Go retrieve it! Aim to break the two-minute barrier again—let Ying Country face despair once more!"

Lin Mo nodded.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Han Mengyao.

"Tell us about this final raid."

Han Mengyao nodded in response:

"Class Leader, this final raid is called 【Shadow Withered Bone Forest】. The terrain is an ancient swamp and bone forest shrouded in deathly energy."

"The most nauseating aspect of this raid is the terrifying number of demonic creatures, their extremely high health, and their passive ability: 'Undead Revival.'"

"With this passive, they continuously absorb death energy from the swamp and revive endlessly."

Han Mengyao paused, then continued:

"Normally, you must split your team to locate and activate special mechanisms that trigger a Sacred Purification Aura to remove the 'Undead Revival' passive from these demons."

"But…"

"If you can instantly obliterate them all, the passive won't trigger at all—that's another solution."

"Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of demons, no one at this level can achieve instant annihilation using AoE damage alone."

At this point,

Han Mengyao smiled faintly and looked at Lin Mo:

"Of course… except you, Class Leader."

Hearing this, Lin Mo's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Understood. We crush them outright."

Han Mengyao nodded firmly.

"Yes. Crush them outright!"

The next moment,

Lin Mo turned around, facing the raid rift.

"Longxu Class, all of you—advance!"

"Yes!"

The group followed Lin Mo without hesitation, stepping into the raid rift.