Chapter 261: Tomorrow, we

"That's right."

Guhe nodded.

His expression grew serious.

"This material is extremely rare."

"Not just rare—it's practically impossible to find."

Guhe looked at Lin Mo and explained slowly, word by word.

"Spiritforging Stone does not appear every time the Ten Nations Arena opens."

"Sometimes, even after two or three openings, not a single trace of Spiritforging Stone can be found."

"But."

Guhe's gaze turned razor-sharp.

"Once it appears."

"It will inevitably spark a bloody storm."

"As soon as Spiritforging Stone emerges, it instantly becomes the absolute focal point of contention among all nations in the Ten Nations Arena!"

Hearing this,

a spark of fervor flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

Guhe continued:

"Lin Mo, you already possess a legendary specialized weapon matching your blank class."

"You've got the foundation."

"Now."

"You only lack this one piece of Spiritforging Stone as the core material."

Guhe took a deep breath.

"So, if by some stroke of luck, Spiritforging Stone actually appears in this Ten Nations Arena..."

"Remember—you must secure it!"

Lin Mo nodded.

"Understood."

Then,

Guhe sighed.

"However."

"Crafting a taboo-level equipment is no easy task."

"Even if you truly obtain the Spiritforging Stone and combine it with your legendary specialized weapon..."

"The fusion process still isn't guaranteed to succeed."

"If it fails."

"Not only will the Spiritforging Stone shatter, but your original legendary specialized weapon may suffer irreversible damage—even be completely ruined."

Hearing this,

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

There's a failure rate?

I have to say.

Equipment crafting failure, exploding gear...

No matter what world, it's always a psychological blow.

Just then,

"Hahaha..."

Xu Wenchang burst into laughter.

"Hey, Principal, why scare Lin Mo like that?"

"You don't need to worry about Lin Mo."

"Our Principal Guhe knows a major figure—an SSS-tier auxiliary class, 【Heavenly Artisan Creator】!"

"Across the entire Dragon Nation, even the entire Blue Planet, in equipment forging, he's second to none."

"Any weapon forged by his hands..."

"Has an astonishingly high success rate!"

"So,"

Xu Wenchang turned to Guhe.

"When you bring back the Spiritforging Stone, just let Principal Guhe personally introduce you to him—if even that fails, then you're just the unluckiest man alive."

Hearing Xu Wenchang say this,

Guhe smiled and stroked his beard.

"Hahaha..."

"I was just giving you a heads-up. Even if his success rate is high, failure still happens."

"Lin Mo, Lao Xu is right."

"But that guy has a strange temper—most people can't get him to move. But if old man I show up, he'll have to give me this favor."

Lin Mo listened, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Principal."

Taboo-level specialized weapon...

Lin Mo couldn't help but feel anticipation.

I hope this time, a piece of Spiritforging Stone really does appear.

Guhe stood up.

"Alright."

"I've explained all the key points to you."

"As for other details or minor rules in the Ten Nations Arena..."

Guhe waved his hand.

"When you get back, just check the school forum."

"There's not much to it."

"Just get a general sense."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Understood, Principal."

Guhe stepped up to Lin Mo.

He gave his shoulder a firm pat, his tone heavy with earnestness.

He gave him a heavy pat on the shoulder, his tone carrying a note of solemn earnestness.

"Tonight, rest well in your dorm."

"Recover your strength."

"Don't go out all night grinding monsters—tomorrow's going to be a tough fight."

Guhe looked into Lin Mo's eyes.

"That's the Seven Nations Alliance."

"No matter how strong you are, don't let your guard down."

"Don't let yourself get tripped up in a ditch."

Hearing Guhe's warning,

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Tripped up?

By that Seven Nations' so-called prodigy alliance?

Don't make me laugh.

Tremble, you Seven Nations' so-called prodigies.

Prepare yourselves for a catastrophe you'll never understand.

But Lin Mo didn't embarrass the Principal to his face—he only smiled faintly.

"Got it, Principal. I'll rest well."

Then Lin Mo stood up.

"Understood, Principal. I'll rest well."

"See you tomorrow."

Saying that,

Lin Mo turned and strode out of the office.

Watching Lin Mo's retreating figure,

Xu Wenchang and Guhe exchanged a glance.

Watching Lin Mo's retreating figure.

Xu Wenchang and Guhe exchanged a glance.

Both shook their heads.

"This kid…"

"That arrogance? Impossible to hide."

Xu Wenchang sighed.

Guhe smiled.

"He has the right to be arrogant."

"Tomorrow, we'll see how this kid performs."

……

Meanwhile.

Across the ocean.

In the Adams family's territory, United States.

Inside a grand circular conference hall.

The lights were dim.

Around the massive oval table.

Sat the true power brokers of the Adams family.

The Elders' Council.

And the Adams family's senior leadership.

The atmosphere was tense.

Everyone's faces were grim.

The eldest elder, seated at the head, crossed his hands, elbows resting on the table.

"Alright, that's the situation."

The eldest elder's voice was hoarse; his dark eyes swept over the room.

"Let's begin the vote."

"Should we, in tomorrow's Junior World Arena, have the other seven nations unite to crush Longguo's current Dragon Order class?"

This matter concerns the Adams family's standing on Blue Star.

In just a few days,

a new student from Longguo named Lin Mo,

led his team to break three Hell-level dungeon records long held by the Adams family.

And

each record-breaking time was a number so shocking it induced despair at a glance.

If we don't stop it,

if we let this continue,

it won't take long,

across all of Blue Star,

Longguo will dominate alone!

Not just these three dungeons—every future dungeon record will fall entirely into Longguo's hands.

For the Adams family, accustomed to ruling from above, this is an unforgivable line crossed.

We must strike back!

Although Longguo may not allow that so-called dungeon-specialized student into the World Arena—it's too risky.

But

whether or not that student enters,

the counterattack must be launched.

Or do they think the Adams family is made of clay?