Chapter 8

"This…"

After a long silence, Lin Tianhao finally regained his voice.

His hands, accustomed to wielding battle blades and slaying countless enemies, now trembled slightly:

"That fireball just now… was a Level Two mental guidance?"

"And…"

"Mo'er is multitasking? Playing a game?"

As one of Jianghai City's top combatants, Lin Tianhao knew exactly what this meant.

Ordinary mages require full concentration to cast skills.

Even so-called genius Flame Mages must fix their gaze on the target and concentrate all their mental energy to guide the fireball's trajectory.

And his own son?

Controlling a fireball while playing a game—and with such precision!

This level of micro-control… there are probably not a handful of peers in all of Longguo who can match it…

My son is no ordinary person; my son has the bearing of an Emperor…

"Is this really Mo'er?"

Su Wan covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening:

"No elemental affinity, yet directly hard-controlling skill trajectories? This… this is an unimaginably terrifying talent!"

Sensing his parents' burning gazes, Lin Mo sighed inwardly.

Fine, let them think he's a genius.

He couldn't possibly tell them his fireball had gained sentience.

Who would believe that?

Lin Mo feigned being choked, took a sip of soup, and mumbled:

"Cough… just randomly throwing it."

"Mainly because the ranking was so crucial—it's the promotion match—I couldn't look up at the monsters, so I just threw it by instinct."

"Dad, Mom, don't look at me like that—it's embarrassing…"

Lin Tianhao slammed his thigh hard, excitedly exclaiming:

"Perfect! Randomly throwing it! Perfect! By instinct!"

"I knew it! My Lin Tianhao's bloodline could never be trash!"

The couple exchanged glances, both seeing wild joy in each other's eyes.

Originally, they had discussed whether to have their son feign illness on exam day to avoid public ridicule.

Now? What nonsense—feigning illness? Out of the question!

To waste such an astonishing micro-control skill by staying home as a lazy second-generation heir would be a crime against nature!

So what if Zhao's son awakened S-rank Fire Elemental Affinity?

At low levels where skills are nearly identical, he still wouldn't match Mo'er's level of micro-control.

Su Wan suppressed her emotions and cut straight to the point:

"Mo'er, you'll soon take the Grand Exam. To enter a top-tier academy, you must at least reach Level 10 and learn a second basic skill to be safe."

She turned to Ye Hongyu and solemnly instructed:

"Hongyu, for the next two days, you will accompany Mo'er and push his leveling hard—ensure he reaches Level 10 before the exam."

"Yes, Lady!"

Ye Hongyu snapped to attention, her eyes alight with battle fervor.

Lin Mo nodded, accepting without refusal:

"Alright, I understand. I'll work hard."

In truth, he didn't care whether he took the exam or which university he entered.

His little fireball would go level up on its own anyway.

Wherever he lay down was the same.

The bed at home was comfortable, but under his parents' watchful eyes, it felt a bit restrictive.

University would be different.

He'd heard dorms at universities had no supervision—if your strength was high enough, you could sleep all day and no one would care.

Besides, the dorm accommodations at top-tier academies were no worse than home.

But most importantly, if he could truly achieve a stellar result and see these two old folks finally stand tall and glow with pride, it would be quite satisfying.

After all, in this life, these parents had spoiled him beyond measure.

Giving them some face was also a form of filial piety.

Seeing his son agree so readily, Su Wan's smile deepened:

"As for your second skill, you should start considering it."

"We have basic skill books for every element in the house."

Su Wan listed them off like a connoisseur:

"Water: 【Water Arrow】, Earth: 【Earth Shield】, Wind: 【Wind Blade】, Wood: 【Healing】, … even the rare Lightning: 【Lightning Strike】."

"Mo'er, which one do you want? Just say the word, and Mom will send someone to fetch it."

Lin Tianhao, hearing this, chimed in with advice:

"Son, let me give you a suggestion."

"Though your Fireball technique has unmatched accuracy, mages are fragile—they dread assassins closing in or being focused by ranged attackers."

"So, for this second skill, Dad suggests you choose the Earth-type 【Earth Shield Technique】."

"It has the highest defense coefficient among basic skills. Learning it is like wearing an extra layer of turtle shell; it can save your life at critical moments!"

"As long as you're alive, you can deal damage, right?"

Su Wan also nodded in agreement:

"Your father makes sense this time. Safety first; we don't aim to kill many enemies, but first we must ensure we don't get injured."

Lin Mo stroked his chin, sinking into deep thought.

The second skill, huh...

Indeed, staying alive is very important.

It's just that what I'm most curious about right now is whether the new skill can also be personified; what kind of personality will this new skill have when it does?

I just hope it won't be another grumpy old man like Little Fireball.

One grumpy old man is enough; if there's another one... my head will explode.

【'Fireball Technique' let out a burp: Burp~ So comfortable!】

【'Fireball Technique' looked satisfied, then ignited a fierce battle will again: This dragon liver tastes really good. I feel full of power all over now. Slaughter, I want slaughter! I feel I'm one step closer to a forbidden spell!】

Lin Mo ignored this gluttonous 'Little Fireball' and looked up at his parents:

"Alright, then I'll listen to Dad. The second skill will be temporarily set to Earth-type. With an extra shell, I'll have an extra sense of security."

"Staying alive is the priority; I still want to live a few more years to leech off you."

Lin Tianhao laughed heartily, not minding his son's unambitious words.

"Good! Just make your own decision; Dad is only giving a suggestion. Since the goal is set, leveling up cannot stop."

Saying this, Lin Tianhao flipped his wrist.

An ancient scroll emitting purple-black light was placed solemnly on the table.

"This is the Team Fuben scroll for 【Hard Mode · Gubao】."

"I originally planned to give it to you in a few days, but since your leveling speed is so fast and you have that micro-control talent, you can use it tonight."

"This Team Fuben has a level restriction of Lv. 3-Lv. 5, so Hongyu won't be able to enter with you, but it doesn't matter; I've already found a team for you."

"A team?"

Lin Mo spoke instinctively.

Seeing this, Lin Tianhao spoke earnestly and advised:

"Mo'er, I know your micro-control talent is strong, but never let it make you arrogant."

"The monsters in Hard Mode Team Fubens are far beyond those small mobs in the wild."

"Life is only lived once; Dad doesn't want to see you suffer any accident, not even a tiny scratch."

After hearing this, Lin Mo nodded seriously:

"Dad, I understand."

"A cautious sailor sails for ten thousand years; I understand that principle."

In fact, he didn't mind his dad finding him a team.

Although Little Fireball is fierce, after all, he hasn't entered a so-called Team Fuben himself.

It's the first time, so being careful is always good; Dad wouldn't harm him.

Seeing his son could take advice, Lin Tianhao nodded gratifiedly, then turned to look at Ye Hongyu beside him:

"Hongyu, go to the underground warehouse. Help Mo'er pick out the highest-tier mage set he can wear at this stage."

"Yes, Commander!"

Ye Hongyu turned and left quickly.

Just then, the old butler walked in quickly, bowed slightly slightly, and reported:

"Master, Lady."

"Miss Xia and the others have arrived; the car is already parked outside."

Lin Tianhao glanced at the time and smiled: "Ho, just said they'd come, and here they are; these young folks are quite punctual."