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Chapter 655

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"A human's power is limited."

Early in the morning, the two of them sat opposite each other in the dining room. Mage Supremacy ate the nutritious breakfast that Irin made with a complicated expression.

"We sorcerers draw most of the energy needed to cast spells from the dimensional rifts."

"And the source of this energy is some terrifying existence in the dimensional rifts."

Irin tried to use [Soul Cooking] to fry a poached egg this morning.

That poached egg actually came with an attribute that could be turned into a card.



[Soulless Poached Egg]

[Grade] Rough

[Effect] Has a "thirsty" effect, lasts for 1 minute.

[Description] What does it mean? It means that you were distracted when you were frying the egg!



Irin was speechless.

So this was the essence of [Soul Cooking]!

It really turned into a card.

Irin always felt that it felt weird to crush a card into food and then stuff it into his mouth.

While eating breakfast, Irin listened to Mage Supremacy's rambling.

Occasionally, Irin would ask, "The dimensional rift creatures that you mentioned, you borrowed their energy to sign a contract? Like … you're their summoned beast, pet, mistress, or something? "

"…" Mage Supremacy was talking excitedly, but Irin's words almost made the pitiful, arrogant, and honorable Mage Supremacy choke to death with a grilled sausage stuffed into his mouth. He finally caught his breath and glared at Irin bitterly. Mage Supremacy wanted to refute, but he couldn't seem to use a more accurate term to explain his relationship with those existences.

Anyway, he couldn't sense those big bosses now.

No matter what Irin said, he couldn't refute.

"In short, the energy that I borrowed is just a drop of water in the vast ocean to them. It's also like a grain of sand in the vast desert. They won't care about such a small loss. "

"I understand, so it's stealing." Irin suddenly understood.

"…"

Irin ate and drank to his heart's content. He picked up the shiny golden pickaxe and walked out.

"How can you!"

Sorcerer Zhi Zun had originally thought that she would continue to have a long and intimate conversation with Yi Lin until dawn. But Irin's posture was obviously preparing to go into the mine.

"Do you think I'm that free? I'm very busy! " Irin leisurely walked out, completely ignoring Wizard Supreme's resentful gaze, and said with a smile, "If you really want to hurry up, then feed the chickens, ducks, rabbits, pigs, cows, and sheep in my territory. If you have time, chop some wood while you're at it. Oh right, put the axe in my room."

Sorcerer Supreme's face instantly darkened.

Irin did not purposely keep the Sorcerer Supreme in suspense.

He was really busy.

Even though Irin had gained a lot of new experiences from his interactions with the Sorcerer Supreme.

However, he did not forget his purpose in coming to this world.

He was different from the Sorcerer Supreme.

Irin had a mission.

Sorcerer Supreme could be trapped here, but Irin could not.

The main mission was the Sword of Damocles hanging over the apostles' heads.

Of course, this sword was not much of a threat to Irin.

The one who made Irin feel threatened was Grimm.

That mysterious existence, even the Sorcerer Supreme who was said to be able to freely travel through multiple worlds, was trapped here.

Last night, Sorcerer Supreme did not notice at all why he suddenly fell asleep.

Irin speculated that in the world he was currently in, although Grimm did not appear, the main mission did not say that he had to face Grimm directly. However, Grimm's shadow was everywhere in this world. He was everywhere.

After throwing the chores of the farm to Sorcerer Supreme, Irin did not care about how vast the poor Sorcerer Supreme's psychological shadow mask was.

He did not say anything and used the shortest amount of time to arrive at the mine.

"Ding!"

The elevator went straight to [B90 Level].

Irin now finally understood why Yan Cao was so passionate about the Liver Mine.

The mine's treasure chest was a one-time reward.

It was a reward specially prepared for brave adventurers.

From the [Advanced Slingshot] on the 70th floor, the [Fire Treader Boots] on the 80th floor, and the [Obsidian Sword] on the 90th floor, everyone could tell that the treasure chest rewards at the fixed levels of the mine were one-time use items that could be brought out of the trial world.

With such a generous reward, it would be strange if he did not work hard.

Taking a step back, even if Irin did not use these equipment, he could just throw them into the guild storage and rent them out! His one hundred [Scarlet Butcher's Knives] could be said to be Irin's stable source of income.

This was not a joke.

If one was not in charge, one would not know how much money was needed. If he was not the president of the world's number one guild, no one would know how heavy the pressure on Irin's shoulders was. Sigh, this kind of pain, he was the only one in the world who could understand. After all, there was only one world's number one guild in the world.

"I wonder what the rewards are at the end."

The monsters behind were getting denser and denser.

He did not know if there was a "circle of friends" between the monsters.

As soon as Yi Lin appeared, the monsters' reaction was as if they were facing their mortal enemy from the Nine Heavens, Ten Earths, Three Lifetimes, Seven Lifetimes, and Seven Lifetimes.

"There are more monsters here than there are mines, this is ridiculous!"

Although Irin was a master-level apostle, in the narrow magma mine, the scene of a black mass of monsters rushing towards him was still very shocking.

This feeling, this scene …

This caused Yi Lin to have an illusion once again.

It was as if these monsters were a team of heroes who were fully equipped to fight the BOSS. Tanks, DPS, and long-range attackers were all in position to fight the BOSS to the death.

For the sake of efficiency, Irin did not waste any time.

[Lucky Lunch].

[Miner's Special].

Gamou Koto, Bai Xiaoyi, and Nie Hongxiu all came out.

"Roaming equipment."

"Evil thoughts space."

"Kill!"

Yi Lin finally began to experience the "pressure" that Yan Cao had mentioned.

What was slightly different was that Yan Cao felt the pressure around the 60th floor.

Irin, on the other hand, was above level 90.

There was indeed a little pressure.

But not much.

Although Irin had self-healing abilities, as he had not been injured for a long time, Irin almost forgot that his body could heal by itself. However, Irin did not want to taste the feeling of being bombed. He dodged and moved like a snake amidst the suicidal attacks of a group of monsters.

It had always been him who bombed others. Being bombed by others … was not in Irin's plan.

Irin was naturally happy to farm monsters.

Other than being able to farm different materials, Irin could also farm a lot of "chaos value".

Even if the chaos value of these monsters was not high, for Irin's current need to upgrade the skills of the apocalypse module, it was like a drizzle. However, many little drops made an ocean, and it was still a considerable income.

This was definitely not a loss.

Another thing to mention …

The drop rate of [Iridium Ingot] was very low. Irin had not seen one since the first day. This was under the premise that he had eaten [Lucky Lunch] and his luck value was as high as 5.2. One could imagine how bad the drop rate of [Iridium Ingot] was.

He was too hardworking!

He went out at sunrise and returned at sunset.

These days, Irin went to the mines during the day and chatted with Sorcerer Supreme until late at night.

The days were ordinary and boring.

The pitiful Sorcerer took time to go back to his former home — the place that had now become the ruins of the Sorcerer Tower. He carefully rescued his books that were not bombed and temporarily placed them in Irin's bookshelf.

"Wait," Sorcerer Supreme looked at the empty bookshelf with a puzzled expression. "Why is your bookshelf empty?"

"Because I don't have books!"

Irin was familiarizing himself with [Soul Cooking] at that time and answered casually.

"But you don't have books, why did you buy a bookshelf?"

"Don't I have them now?"

At that time, Irin was busy cooking and did not look back. However, he could imagine how wonderful Sorcerer Supreme's expression was at that moment.

However, there was no point in delving into it now.

Sorcerer Supreme silently suppressed his bitterness to the bottom of his chrysanthemum.

Sorcerer Supreme was a "Master of Magic".

Irin was a "Great Engineer".

They were all experts in their respective fields.

To them, it was equivalent to starting from scratch and learning another skill. However, it was not completely from scratch, because the two subjects had similar points, but their styles were completely different. Whether it was Irin or Sorcerer Supreme, they gradually became addicted to each other's subjects, unable to extricate themselves.

Irin did not hold back for Sorcerer Supreme either.

In his opinion, the ancient practice of "holding back a trick or two" was very boring. Either teach or don't teach. What was the meaning of holding back a trick or two?

The joy of inheritance was in nurturing.

Irin felt that it was very interesting to turn a Sorcerer who talked about "spells and incantations" into an "Engineer" who drew pictures and calculated formulas all day long.

In the process of teaching Sorcerer Supreme the "Crystal Pattern Technique", Irin seemed to have experienced the feelings Ah Deng had when he taught him in the Great Engineer Tower.

Irin no longer had to bother to farm [Essence of the Void] and [Essence of the Sun] for Sorcerer Supreme.

In his words … It seemed that as long as he thoroughly understood the Crystal Pattern Technique, these insignificant arcane energy would no longer be important.

The two of them became like a teacher and a friend.

On the fourteenth day of winter.

Irin finally arrived at the hundredth level of the mine.

On the hundredth level, according to Gugu Town's usual practice, there was still an intact treasure chest lying there.

Irin was really not in a hurry about the progress of the mine.

Irin was very clear about the strength of the monsters after the ninetieth level.

This was not an RPG game where one could revive after death.

Apostles cherished their lives and advanced step by step. Generally speaking, even if they were in a team to clear the mine, they would not risk their lives to fight. In terms of progress, it was impossible to surpass him.

Irin smiled as he opened the treasure chest.

"Hmm?"

There was a fruit in the shape of a star lying inside.

This fruit was somewhat similar to a carambola.

But it was purple.

With anticipation, Irin held the fruit in his hand.

The next second.

The fruit's attributes appeared in front of Irin's eyes.



[Fruit of the Star]

[Grade] Epic

[Effect] Its taste will leave you with endless aftertaste, unforgettable for the rest of your life.

A mysterious fruit that gives power to those who consume it. It has a dreamy taste … It leaves a very strong memory, but it can only be understood and not described in words.



Looking at the attributes of the [Fruit of the Star],

Irin almost could not hold back and took a bite.

After Old Lu's epic-level underwear,

Another … epic-level after-meal fruit appeared?

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