Chapter 242: Mom didn't dote on you for nothing!

"All of you, quiet down!"

"What did I say before?"

"We must be united and friendly! Compete in a healthy way!"

After Lin Mo's little speech, the skills shut their mouths.

"Xiao Bing, I have to call you out first here — losing is losing, don't be sour about it."

"Xiao Huo's effort last night and the new high-tier skill she comprehended — that's solid, real achievement."

"If you're not convinced, then show some real strength and take first place back, instead of running your mouth here."

After being lectured by Lin Mo like this—

【【Ice Cone Art】 was a little unwilling, but facing its master's authority, it could only obediently lower its head.】

【"Yes… Master."】

【But right after, it clenched its teeth and viciously swore an oath.】

【"Next time! Tonight's race, first place will still be this Young Lady's!"】

Facing Xiao Bing's resolve—

【【Fireball Art】's flames shuddered all over: "Heh, you've got guts!"】

【"This one accepts your challenge!"】

【"But from now on, no matter how many times you come at me, this one will firmly hold the throne of first place."】

Seeing this, Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

Then,

he turned his gaze to the other side of the skill panel.

"Xiao Lei."

"Why have you been so quiet lately?"

Being called out by Lin Mo—

【【Lightning Strike Art】 lazily emitted a faint ripple of lightning.】

【"This King does not wish to argue with words."】

【"Dogs that love to bark usually don't bite."】

【【Lightning Strike Art】 gave a cold snort.】

【"Strength is the proof of everything."】

【"The first-place position, this King will take it sooner or later too — this King just can't be bothered to compete with them right now."】

With those words out—

it had, all at once, offended both Xiao Huo and Xiao Bing.

【【Fireball Art】 instantly flew into a rage: "Who are you calling a dog?! Third Brother, you want a fight, don't you?!"】

【【Ice Cone Art】 was also grinding its teeth in fury: "Keep acting all cool and aloof! If you've got the guts, go take first place and let's see!"】

Facing the joint attack from Big Brother and Fourth Sister—

【【Lightning Strike Art】 shut its mouth, not even bothering to spare them a glance.】

Seeing this, Lin Mo didn't say anything either.

At the very least, Xiao Lei's fighting spirit was still there — that was enough.

Finally.

Lin Mo looked at 【Earth Escape Art】 again.

"Xiao Tu, what about you?"

"How come you're dead last every single time?"

"I know you're mainly a defensive skill, but looking at your monster-clearing record, you've fallen way too far behind — that won't do."

Hearing its master's lecture—

【【Earth Shield Art】 was so wronged it nearly burst into tears.】

【"Master… Big Brother, Third Brother, and Fourth Sister all sweep whole areas like it's nothing — what am I supposed to compete with them for first place with, wuuuuh…"】

Looking at Xiao Tu's slacker pose—

Lin Mo took a deep breath and began to speak earnestly:

"Xiao Tu, thinking like that is wrong."

"Just because your opponents are strong, are you going to give up trying?"

"Have you forgotten the promise you made to me? You said — where the shield is, I am!"

"If you don't work hard to improve yourself, don't fight for it, and one day you meet a powerful enemy and your shield shatters — what then?"

"Could you bear to watch me get hurt?"

【The earth-yellow glow of 【Earth Shield Art】 instantly began to flicker.】

【"No! I will absolutely not allow Master to be hurt!"】

【"Master is right! Second Brother here can't slack off!"】

Seeing that all the skills' fighting spirits were present—

Lin Mo finally leaned back against the headboard in satisfaction.

Not bad, not bad.

As long as the skills all start grinding, I'll have a wonderful future.

Just then—

Buzz buzz buzz—

The phone on the bedside table suddenly started buzzing.

Lin Mo picked up the phone and looked at it.

Caller ID: 【Mom】.

The corner of Lin Mo's mouth lifted, and he pressed the answer key.

"Hey, Mom."

From the other end of the line, Su Wan's voice came through at once.

"Son!"

"I heard that Elder Nie of the Tianshu Bureau granted you the rank of Major General and that… what was it… the Nation-Protecting Dragon Envoy?"

"That's right."

Lin Mo replied.

Su Wan's voice began to grow excited.

"Ahhhhh! Son, Mom is truly proud of you!"

"You know, Son, hasn't Mom's magic potion group always been participating in military bids all along?"

"Although we've always been able to win the bids, it was only a few of them."

"But then these past two days, every official bid we've participated in—we won them all!"

"And the higher-ups of the officials even directly designated our family's group as the sole magic potion supplier for the Dragon Nation's military!"

"The sole one, Son!"

Su Wan's voice was slightly choked.

As a strong woman who had weathered many years in the business world.

What being the sole supplier represented, she knew only too well.

This meant that from now on, the Su Group possessed an absolute golden ticket of immunity in the Dragon Nation!

It represented the supreme, unrivaled commercial status!

And all of this.

Was entirely because she had a wonderful son!

"Son, Mom's years of hard work weren't for nothing, Mom didn't dote on you in vain…"

Su Wan was so moved that her voice grew a little choked.

You have to know.

Not long ago.

Lin Mo was still just a wastrel young master who stayed home all day.

Although he had never done anything bad.

He idled about every day, and indeed had never done anything proper.

Those people out there were polite to the Lin family on the surface, but behind their backs, who hadn't gossiped?

They all said that with such remarkable figures as Lin Tianhao and Su Wan as parents, they had unfortunately produced a good-for-nothing waste.

But Su Wan had never despised him.

"Son…"

Su Wan sniffled on the other end of the line.

"Those people outside who used to laugh at you—Mom actually knew it all in her heart."

"But Mom didn't care!"

"Even if you really were a useless blank slate, even if you never did a proper thing your whole life…"

"Mom would still be willing to support you for a lifetime…"

"But now…"

A tone of vindicated pride shone through Su Wan's voice.

"Now, who would still dare to say my son is a waste?"

"My son is an eighteen-year-old Four-System Dharma King! A Major General of the Dragon Nation! The Nation-Protecting Dragon Envoy!"

"Mom didn't dote on you in vain!"

"You've won immense face for Mom, for our Lin family!"

Listening to his mother's outpouring of emotion on the other end of the line.

A warm current also flowed through Lin Mo's heart.

He knew that his parents' love for him was unconditional.

Even if he were a waste, they would spare no effort to shield him for life.

"Mom, just rest assured."

Lin Mo smiled, his tone gentle yet full of quiet confidence.

"From now on, just peacefully run your business empire."

"No matter who it is, as long as they dare to upset you, your son will be the first to give them a physical deliverance."

"Good, good, good…"

Su Wan was amused into laughter by Lin Mo's words.

Mother and son exchanged a few more pleasantries on the phone.

Afterwards.

Lin Mo glanced at the time.

"Alright, Mom, I won't keep you any longer."

"I still have to go to the Team Fuben Center to run a Team Fuben."

"Good, good, good! Important matters come first!"

Su Wan agreed repeatedly.

"Son, be extremely careful when running Fubens! Come home more often when you have time!"

"I know, Mom."

After hanging up the phone.

Lin Mo stretched, rolled over, and leaped off the bed.

He quickly washed up and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

Then.

He turned his head, looking at the Formless Great Void Beast squatting on the ground, radiating a fiery heat.

"Let's go, Hearing Xiao Huo."

"Today, let the classmates see the majesty of our family's eldest."