Chapter 86: The Bizarre Rules of the Temple Dungeon

Lin Mo listened in silence for a long time.

True enough.

There is no absolute utopia in this world.

Even under such circumstances, as long as humanity exists, conflict will never cease.

“So that’s how it is…”

Lin Mo nodded. “Looks like the Dragon Order class is even more intense than I imagined.”

“So those videos online…”

Han Mengqing chimed in now, as if she had just understood:

They were definitely cleared away by Team Leader Shen and his team at the first opportunity.

“And you know how our country’s cybersecurity team and firewall are—top-tier.”

“Erasing every single video is a matter of minutes, and ordinary people could never upload them to foreign networks anyway.”

At this, Han Mengqing sighed with regret:

“What a shame—I was planning to post it on Moments to show off.”

“…”

Han Mengyao rolled her eyes at her sister and ignored her.

Beside them, Chu Lingxuan whispered:

“It’s… it’s fine. We just need to know that Lin Mo is incredibly strong.”

“And… and being low-key is better too—it keeps Lin Mo safer.”

Lin Mo nodded in deep agreement.

The firewall in this world is nothing like the one on his past life’s Blue Star, where you just installed a app and could browse freely.

Here, the firewall is a physical barrier.

Add to that the top-tier Cybersecurity Bureau.

Unless you can physically cross the national border, in this Dragon Nation, if the state doesn’t want you to post something, you can’t transmit a single byte.

The group chatted idly for a while longer.

“Hey, after we register at school, wanna go to the Temple Dungeon together?”

Lin Mo looked at the three and extended the invitation.

Cautious Lin Mo would never choose to solo it—this dungeon sounded far from simple.

And these three before him,

one a top-tier controller and off-tank, one a light-element tank who could both absorb and deal damage, and another a support whose buffs were outright monstrous.

This setup was practically designed so he could safely stand back and be the artillery.

“Go! Of course we go!”

Han Mengqing raised her hand first. “Temple Dungeon! The EXP inside is much higher than from wild monsters! Not going would be stupid!”

“I’m going too.”

Han Mengyao glanced at her sister and sighed. “I can’t let that girl out of my sight.”

Chu Lingxuan looked at Lin Mo with serious, determined eyes:

“Lin Mo saved everyone. If you need me to tank monsters, I… I won’t hesitate!”

Seeing them agree so readily, Lin Mo smiled in satisfaction.

“By the way, Lin Mo senior.”

Han Mengqing suddenly remembered something and asked curiously:

“I heard the Temple Dungeon scrolls come in two types—blue and orange. Which one did you get?”

Lin Mo didn’t think twice—he glanced at the scroll in his inventory panel.

“Orange. Why? Is there a difference?”

“Whoa! It’s really orange!”

Han Mengqing’s eyes lit up instantly, then she turned serious.

“There’s a huge difference!”

“The blue ones, though they’re also called Temple Dungeons, are basically no different from regular dungeons. The drop rate for combo skill materials is absurdly low—under 3%.”

“But the orange ones are different!”

“Their base drop rate starts at 30%!”

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, surprised:

“That big of a gap? Ten times higher?”

Han Mengqing nodded. “That’s not the main point!”

“The real point is, orange-quality Temple Dungeons have special mechanics, and the final drop rate is boosted based on your clearance score.”

“Base rate is 30%. With an S-rank clearance score, it can hit 100%!”

“100%?!”

Lin Mo’s heart skipped a beat.

For someone who always considered himself a non-luck guy, nothing sounded better than “guaranteed drop.”

“What exactly are the mechanics?”

Lin Mo asked immediately.

“Well…”

Han Mengqing pulled out her phone and began searching.

“The mechanics are random—each one’s different. People online have shared many they’ve encountered. Let me show you—they’re all… uh… insane.”

“Insane?”

Lin Mo frowned, a sense of dread rising in him.

“Found it! Listen to this one.”

Han Mengqing read from her screen:

“For example, one rule is called ‘Silence Is Golden.’”

“After defeating the boss, your team’s rating is based on the average decibel level of all sounds made during the entire dungeon…”

Lin Mo’s lip twitched.

What kind of rule is this?

This is torture.

Especially for Han Mengqing, a chatterbox—it’s worse than killing her.

“Here’s another: ‘Face Yourself.’”

“To deal damage to the boss, you must shout out your most embarrassing secret before attacking.”

“The more embarrassing and sincere the confession, the higher the damage bonus. If you don’t speak or lie, your attack fails…”

After reading, Han Mengqing looked at the group.

“…”

What kind of social death dungeon is this?

“The person who designed these dungeons is definitely a psychological freak.”

Han Mengyao coldly remarked.

“And there’s more…”

Han Mengqing kept scrolling through her phone, her expression growing more bewildered.

“‘Life or Death Choice,’ ‘Hold Hands,’…”

“Wait… ‘Master-Servant Pact’? Randomly designate one person as ‘Master,’ the other three as ‘Slaves,’ and the slaves must obey the Master’s every command without question…”

“Hold on—what the hell is ‘Naked Truth’? After entering the dungeon, all clothing is forcibly removed?”

Han Mengqing blushed slightly as she read this.

“Disgusting! Filthy!”

Han Mengyao snorted.

Chu Lingxuan muttered quietly: “Who designed this dungeon? It’s so inappropriate…”

Lin Mo stared at the orange scroll in his inventory, feeling uneasy.

This Temple Dungeon sounds more like a prank show.

But…

Regardless, he had to go—for the Thunderfire Combo Skill. He’d paid thirty million for it; he couldn’t waste it.

“Cough. Since it’s random anyway, we’ll just deal with whatever comes.”

Lin Mo forced calmness.

“Exactly! It’s an orange-quality Temple Dungeon after all—most people never get the chance. I’m definitely going!”

Han Mengqing waved her tiny fist.

At that moment,

Zhao Yu walked over.

She looked at the lively group of young people, smiling:

“What are you all chatting about so happily?”

"Report, Commander! We're studying tactics!"

Han Meng snapped to attention and saluted.

Zhao Yu shook his head helplessly and said:

"Enough with the jokes. Get ready."

"Ten minutes to arrival in Jingdu."

"But with such a large fighter formation, flying straight into Jingdu University or the city center would create too much commotion and cause panic."

"I'll have the aircraft land at Jingdu Military Airport, then you'll take taxis to report in."

Lin Mo nodded and smiled:

"No problem, thank you, Commander Zhao."

"What's there to thank for?"

Zhao Yu walked to the window and gestured for everyone to look down.

Through the cabin window, the magnificent city below gradually came into clear view.

"Jingdu... it's where all of Longguo's geniuses gather."

Zhao Yu sighed.

She turned back, looking at Lin Mo and the other three, her gaze finally settling on Lin Mo, and warned:

"Lin Mo, the local ones in Jingdu are all proud—especially that 'Rank Two' behind you, Ye Kong."

"In Jingdu circles, he's always been seen as this year's undisputed leader."

"Then your name came out, and you overshadowed him."

Zhao Yu paused, then added, "That kid's got a lot of pride—he won't bow to you just because you're ranked first."

Hearing this, Lin Mo wasn't particularly concerned.

"Better if it's lively."

"We're all classmates. If he wants to be the boss, let him be. I hate trouble the most."

Zhao Yu looked at Lin Mo's casual demeanor and shook her head with a smile.

This was exactly what she admired most about Lin Mo.

He had strength but never showed off.

"Alright, just remember—if things truly get desperate, try not to kill anyone. In Longxu Class, brute force is the only truth."

"Understood, Commander Zhao!"