Xia Xue stood at a height of 1.7 meters, her graceful figure and exquisitely beautiful face earning her the title of school goddess in the eyes of many.
Unfortunately for her, Lin Moyu was even taller—1.85 meters. Even Xia Xue had to look up to meet his eyes.
"Lin Moyu, I want to challenge you," she said.
Lin Moyu looked at her, his expression blank with confusion.
Knowing he wasn't fond of talking, Xia Xue got straight to the point. "Let's compete to see who gets a better score in the Final Exam. Do you dare?"
"Oh." Lin Moyu replied casually and walked around her.
Xia Xue stomped her foot. "It's settled then! I won't keep losing to you!"
She had thought that her rare class would give her the upper hand today.
She hadn't expected Lin Moyu to reveal a Hidden Class.
Regardless of how strong a Necromancer was, it was clear—she had lost again.
But Xia Xue was not one to admit defeat.
Lin Moyu walked back into his home.
The house was empty.
He casually put together a simple meal for himself.
The furnishings inside were very sparse—almost no furniture.
One photograph stood out prominently.
In the photo was Lin Moyu, a young and beautiful woman, and an elderly white-haired lady.
Under the sunlight, Lin Moyu in the photo was smiling.
A stark contrast to how he looked now.
Aside from him, both the young woman and the elderly lady were smiling as well.
The photo had been taken three years ago.
When he transmigrated into this world, he inherited the original owner's memories and emotions—and felt a deep bond with the two people in the photo.
Back on Earth, in his previous life, he was an orphan with no relatives.
But here, he had family—people who loved and cared for him.
He treasured it deeply.
Sadly, the good times didn't last.
Two years ago, his grandmother passed away.
A year ago, his sister left for the Xiajing Academy.
Now, he was the only one left in the house.
Lin Moyu became increasingly quiet, increasingly cold.
"I'm going to the Xiajing Academy too," he said to himself with unwavering resolve.
Not for anything else—because Lin Mohan was there.
But getting into the Xiajing Academy was incredibly difficult. Last year, only Lin Mohan from the entire Xihai City had been admitted.
A knock came at the door.
"Principal Lu."
Lu Yun stood at the doorway holding a package.
"Moyu, here's some food for you. Take it. I'll bring you more fresh supplies in a few days."
"Thank you," Lin Moyu said as he accepted the food.
Lu Yun nodded. "You're entering the dungeon tomorrow. Get some rest."
For the past year, Lu Yun had come every few days to bring him food.
It was a promise he had made to Lin Mohan.
Last year, Lin Mohan had been admitted to the Xiajing Academy as the top scorer of Xihai City.
But she hadn't wanted to leave—because she wanted to stay behind to take care of her younger brother, Lin Moyu.
Once she left for the academy, she wouldn't be able to return for at least three years.
Lu Yun had spent a lot of effort persuading her and promised that he would take good care of Lin Moyu.
Only then did Lin Mohan agree to leave for the Xiajing Academy.
For a city like Xihai, producing even one student who got into the Xiajing Academy was a huge honor.
Even more so for No.1 High School—and for Lu Yun himself.
He kept his word, and for the entire year, he had looked after Lin Moyu.
That night, Lin Moyu sat down to study his skills.
His Spiritual Power had fully recovered, and he could summon another Skeleton Warrior at any time.
In the center of his left palm was a blood-red gemstone.
It was the only item he had brought with him when he transmigrated.
As he raised his hand, ready to summon—
A voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Detected that the host has awakened the Necromancer class.]
[Class meets requirements. Binding the Ultimate Talent System.]
[Extracting world origin. Optimizing skills.]
[Skill optimization complete.]
[Congratulations, host has awakened a Unique Divine Talent: Comprehensive Amplification (Level 1).]
[Congratulations, host has obtained Passive Skill: Damage Transfer.]
Lin Moyu's spirit jolted, and he immediately opened his status panel.
[Name: Lin Moyu]
[Class: Necromancer (Unique)]
[Level: 1 (0.00%)]
[Strength: 10]
[Agility: 10]
[Spirit: 20]
[Equipment: None]
[Summon Space: 1/10 — Skeleton Warrior (Count: 1)]
[Talent: Comprehensive Amplification (Level 1, Unique)]
[Passive Skill: Damage Transfer]
[Active Skills: Soul Flame (Level 1), Summon Skeleton Warrior (Level 1)]
[Comprehensive Amplification (Level 1): All skill effects are amplified tenfold.]
[Damage Transfer: All damage received by the caster is transferred to summoned creatures.]
[Soul Flame (Level 1): Burns the target's soul, causing burn damage. Power is based on spiritual power and skill level.]
[Summon Skeleton Warrior (Level 1): Summons a Iron-level Skeleton Warrior.]
His base attributes hadn't changed. The major gain was the new talent and passive skill.
But both of these were god-level.
The talent spoke for itself. A Unique Divine Talent that amplified all skill effects tenfold—even at level one.
The power of such a talent was beyond words.
Even Lin Moyu, usually calm and indifferent, couldn't hide the flicker of shock on his face.
The passive skill was equally astonishing—worthy of the term "divine."
All incoming damage would be absorbed by his summons instead.
In other words, as long as his summons weren't all destroyed, he couldn't die.
To kill him, you'd have to eliminate all of his summoned creatures first.
There was no need to elaborate on how powerful this was.
If he had tens of thousands of summons, Lin Moyu would essentially be immortal.
A passive skill of this caliber had never been heard of before.
It took him quite a while to recover from the shock.
Only then did he notice—the red gem in his left hand had vanished.
"So it was you..." he muttered.
Lin Moyu activated his skill—Summon Skeleton Warrior.
A swirling vortex formed in front of him.
Accompanied by the grating sound of skeleton scraping against skeleton, a Iron-level skeleton stepped out of the vortex.
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