"Hey, where are you going?"
"Come back! You can't afford to mess with the Dynasty Guild!"
"Seriously, come back—you'll die!"
William Wang grew nervous and tried to pull Mark Lin back.
But Mark Lin ignored him completely and strode forward with unwavering determination.
The people who had been loudly protesting suddenly fell silent, all turning to look at Mark Lin.
He was heading straight toward the dungeon entrance, a skeleton clacking beside him with each step.
"What do you think you're doing?"
A mage from the Dynasty Guild—clearly the leader—locked his icy gaze on Mark Lin.
Behind him, over a dozen Dynasty Guild members turned their attention to Mark Lin as well.
Each one was above Level 20, and all of them radiated a sense of power.
There were knights, warriors, mages, archers, and supports—forming a fully structured battle party.
And their gear? From weapons and armor to accessories, it was all Bronze-Tier across the board.
This was exactly why, even though the crowd was full of protestors, no one dared to make a move.
They were out-leveled, out-equipped, out-skilled—and outmatched in raw power.
All they could do was complain from the sidelines.
Mark Lin walked up to the mage and stopped, his tone calm.
"Get out of the way."
The mage laughed, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Kid, are you drunk? Go home and sleep it off."
Mark Lin repeated, "Don't block me from entering the dungeon. Or I'll kill you."
He was dead serious.
This wasn't a bluff. He needed to level up inside the dungeon—it was directly tied to his chance of getting into the Summer Capital Academy. If anyone tried to stop him, he truly would kill.
The mage cast a Detective Spell on Mark Lin.
Then, sneering, he said,
"Mark Lin? Just a little punk at Level 12 running his mouth? Didn't your parents teach you how to talk properly?"
"Necromancer, huh? Haven't seen that one before. Is it a new class?"
"An undead-type summon? Kinda interesting."
"Since we're both mages, I'll let you off this time. Now scram."
Because the mage out-leveled Mark Lin by more than 10 levels, the anti-scan badge didn't work.
Everyone around could now see Mark Lin's level—only Level 12!
Level 12, and he still dared to solo a dungeon?
No—he might not have even been Level 12 earlier.
Some among the crowd began realizing… maybe Mark Lin's class was something powerful.
Mark Lin, in turn, cast Scan Spell on the mage. Fair's fair.
The mage wasn't wearing an anti-scan badge either, and his profile popped up:
[John Zhao, Level 25, Mage]
Unlike Snow Xia, who was an Elemental Mage, this guy was just a basic mage—mid-level at best.
Even with his level advantage, Mark Lin didn't give him a second thought.
John Zhao sneered, and the other Dynasty Guild members followed suit, mocking Mark Lin.
"Level 12? You still wet the bed, kid?"
"This place isn't for children. Go back before you get yourself killed."
"Stick to fighting wild monsters. The dungeon's off-limits to you."
Behind Mark Lin, even the protestors who had been angry earlier tried to stop him:
"Kid, just come back. The Dynasty Guild plays dirty—they really will kill you."
William Wang shouted, "Bro, come back! Let's just wait until they're gone to enter!"
But Mark Lin didn't respond to anyone. His voice turned cold.
"One last time—move. Or die."
John Zhao felt a chill crawl up his spine. Mark Lin's voice carried a biting coldness that made him involuntarily shiver.
The look in Mark Lin's eyes made him uneasy—as if in that moment, he wasn't looking at a person, but a monster.
But John Zhao quickly shook off the feeling and snapped,
"You little punk, are you looking to die? Take another step, and I'll kill you myself!"
Mark Lin looked at John Zhao. His lips moved ever so slightly.
"Kill."
He said the word casually, almost lazily.
The Skeleton Warrior shot forward like lightning, appearing in front of John Zhao in a blink and slashing down with its blade.
John Zhao, still smirking, was suddenly surrounded by a glowing blue energy shield.
"A Level 12 brat like you? Even if I stood here and let you hit me, you'd never break my shield."
The skeleton's blade slammed into the shield—and the shield instantly warped and nearly shattered.
John Zhao's smirk vanished.
What the hell was this summon? Its attack power was insane.
His energy shield could normally withstand at least five attacks from a warrior of his level.
But now, it looked like the second hit would break it entirely.
"Skill!"
At Mark Lin's silent command, the skeleton's blade burst with a blazing red glow.
Violent Strike.
John Zhao's soul nearly fled his body. A summoned creature that could even use skills?
He felt a very real threat of death. This strike would not only break his shield—it would kill him.
Fire Ring of Resistance!
John Zhao cast a spell in panic. A ring of fire exploded outward, knocking the Skeleton Warrior several meters back.
The skeleton's skill was interrupted.
"What are you all looking at? Attack!!"
John Zhao had just danced on death's doorstep. Pale-faced, he roared in panic.
A knight responded instantly, activating a Charge skill. With shield raised, he dashed over ten meters and slammed into the skeleton.
Boom!
With a scream, the knight was sent flying.
The Skeleton Warrior didn't move an inch.
When it came to raw strength, the skeleton dominated.
Unless it was a forceful displacement skill like Fire Ring of Resistance, this was a contest of raw might—and the skeleton won.
The skeleton charged again, loyal to Mark Lin's command: kill John Zhao.
John Zhao scrambled backward, reinforcing his shield and screaming,
"Kill the summoner!"
That was the most effective tactic—don't waste time on the summon. Take out the summoner and the summon disappears.
Whoosh!
Two archers loosed arrows at the same time.
The arrows split into three midair, turning into shimmering streaks aimed at Mark Lin.
"Watch out!"
"Dodge!"
Voices rang out from behind.
But Mark Lin didn't move. He didn't even flinch.
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