Chapter 66: Can the Whiteboard Mage Shit on Top of an SSS-Rank Creature?

“What the fuck...”

Lin Mo stared at the long string of damage numbers and couldn’t help swallowing hard.

This is ten times higher than a fully stacked fire circle with all cannons blazing?!

Is this little thunder kid even human?

Lin Mo paused, then realized.

Oh, right—it’s not human after all. My apologies.

At this moment, the skill panel fell utterly silent.

After a few seconds.

【『Earth Shield』 poked 『Fireball』 beside it: Big bro, seven digits—looks like little brother’s stronger than you.】

The skill bar fell quiet.

If skills had physical forms, Fireball would’ve leapt up to dunk Earth Shield into the ground.

Do you really need to remind me?

And what do you mean by “a bit stronger”?

Ten times is “a bit stronger”?

Are you mocking me?

Fireball glanced at 『Lightning Strike』.

But found Lightning Strike just sitting there, motionless.

It didn’t say a word—not even deigning to look at it.

Fireball’s composure cracked.

Sometimes, silence hits harder than words.

What does silence mean?

It means ignoring you.

It means the other side doesn’t even consider you an opponent on the same level.

This silent contempt was more painful to proud Fireball than death itself.

【『Fireball』 stared fixedly at 『Lightning Strike』; its previously volatile flames suddenly calmed.】

【『Fireball』 said coldly: Newcomer, I admit—you’re strong. This time, I lost the edge.】

【『Fireball』 shifted tone: But remember this—it’s only temporary!】

【『Fireball』 spoke with firm resolve: The potential of flame is limitless! I am destined to become a world-ending forbidden spell! One day, I’ll make you witness true flame’s ultimate form!】

【『Lightning Strike』: Oh.】

【『Fireball』: ...】

Watching this, Lin Mo felt a quiet sense of satisfaction.

“That’s the spirit.”

“Acknowledge the gap, face it, then surpass it. That’s what a mature skill should be like.”

“Our family needs this kind of healthy competition.”

“I believe in you, little Fire!”

Lin Mo offered timely encouragement.

【『Fireball』 suddenly asked: Where’s the reward? The heart?】

Lin Mo thought for a moment, then said:

“Not yet. They said it’ll arrive tonight.”

【『Fireball』’s tone turned deadly serious: When it arrives, eat it immediately.】

Huh?

Lin Mo froze.

Why is little Fire suddenly so polite and serious?

Clearly, little Thunder’s display has shaken it—this is real determination to improve.

“Alright, alright, I’ll take care of it when it comes.”

Lin Mo agreed.

【『Fireball』 added: Preferably raw.】

“?”

Lin Mo’s lip twitched—he flatly refused:

“No way. Not even in your dreams!”

Fireball fell silent for a moment, then gave up, settling down.

It conceded.

Lin Mo looked up at the sky.

“Let’s go back to bed. This damn weather.”

Lin Tianhao glanced around and shouted to the crowd:

“Alright, that’s enough—everyone scatter! Go back inside! Don’t get soaked!”

“Yes, sir!”

The servants, still eager, dispersed in small groups.

Lin Tianhao and Su Wan didn’t leave—they waited for Lin Mo to approach.

“Dad. Mom.”

Lin Mo walked over with a smile.

“Good kid!”

Lin Tianhao stepped forward and slapped Lin Mo’s shoulder hard, “Your commotion was bigger than mine back in my day!”

“Lin, don’t flatter yourself so much.”

Su Wan shot Lin Tianhao a look.

Lin Tianhao chuckled, then turned to Lin Mo:

“By the way, I almost forgot—the Long Xu Class roster won’t be released until later, but you’re definitely on it.”

“Go to bed early tonight. Report to Beijing tomorrow.”

“Huh?!”

Lin Mo stared, “Tomorrow? So soon?”

Everyone else has summer break—did they just steal mine?

Lin Tianhao nodded, his tone turning serious:

“Yes. The Long Xu Class is different.”

“It’s not just a university. Only twenty students per cohort. It holds vital strategic significance for Dragon Nation. You’ll understand once you get there.”

Seeing his father’s seriousness, Lin Mo had no choice but to agree.

“Fine, fine. Got it.”

Whatever. Staying home’s pretty boring anyway.

Come to think of it, I’ve never been to Beijing.

Might as well go check it out.

“By the way, Dad.”

Lin Mo suddenly remembered, “Where’s my first-place reward? Has it arrived?”

The moment he spoke.

A butler in black uniform hurried over, carrying a metal case.

“Master, Young Master—the item just arrived.”

Lin Tianhao took the case and handed it to Lin Mo, smiling, “It came right on cue. You decide what to do with it.”

Lin Mo felt its weight in his hands.

He immediately passed it to his mother, Su Wan, and said seriously: “Mom, have the kitchen prepare it.”

Su Wan smiled and asked, “Sure. How do you want it? Braised? Steamed? Or sliced for hot pot?”

Lin Mo thought for a moment.

“Hmm... Mom, make it like a steak. Medium-rare.”

“Sear the outside to lock in the juices. Inside... keep it as raw as possible. Load on the sauce.”

Su Wan nodded:

“Alright, I’ll arrange it right away.”

“Thanks, Mom!”

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away.

Beijing.

The headquarters building of the Dragon Nation Professional Association, in an office on the top floor.

The lights burned brightly.

“Little Lin, the Longxu Class roster is confirmed. I’m sending it to you—get ready to release it.”

A middle-aged supervisor spoke to a young employee.

“Got it.”

Little Lin glanced at the document’s roster, his eyes landing first on the top few lines.

【1. Lin Mo, Jianghai City, Mage (None)】

【2. Ye Kong, Beijing, Spatial Traveler (SSS)】

【3. Chu Lingxuan, Magic City, Dawn Arbiter (SSS)】

【4. Han Mengyao, Magic City, Lord of Frost (SSS)】

Merely reading these professions, Little Lin could feel a powerful aura radiating from them.

“Tsk tsk tsk, this is the Longxu Class—total monsters.”

He sighed.

Suddenly, he noticed the very top line and froze.

“Huh? Boss, what’s this first profession?”

Little Lin looked at the supervisor, puzzled.

The supervisor sipped his coffee and rolled his eyes irritably:

“Can’t you read? It’s right there!”

Little Lin grew even more confused and scratched his head:

“I know it says Mage, but why is it just ‘Mage’? What does ‘None’ in the parentheses mean? Did they mess up?”

“Blank Mage, you idiot.”

The supervisor replied offhandedly.

“???”

“Blank Mage?”

Little Lin stared, stunned.

The supervisor nodded calmly:

“I’ve confirmed it multiple times with upper management. They didn’t make a mistake—it’s truly Blank Mage.”

“...”

Little Lin stared at the roster in disbelief.

According to past tradition, the order of names on the Longxu Class roster was never arbitrary.

It was ranked strictly by comprehensive strength assessment.

Little Lin felt his worldview shaken to its core.

“This… this can’t be right?”

The supervisor checked the time and urged:

“Enough with the shock. Why do you care so much? Just post it and get off work.”

Little Lin shrank his shoulders. Though a thousand complaints bubbled inside him, he nodded obediently.

“Alright, alright, posting now, posting now...”

As he moved the mouse, he muttered under his breath:

“Never seen anything like this—Blank Mage sitting atop SSS-ranked ones like they’re shitting on them... This is pure fantasy. Just post it and get home to play games and calm down...”