Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1075: The Decisive Battle (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1457- Hopeful future
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 440 - Just Tell Me What You Need
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 738.2: Things That Are Unknown in This World - Part 2
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 76
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 381: Pain
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 488: I Play Myself
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1456- Sending battle beasts
Lin Moyu had no idea what kind of deal existed between Jiang Yi and it.
As far as he was concerned, he had already fulfilled his part by delivering the item.
What happened next was none of his business—and even if he wanted to get involved, he lacked both the strength and the means.
Whether it would honor its promise or not was now up to its own conscience.
After swallowing the bead, its gaze toward Lin Moyu shifted subtly, “You are now qualified to know my name.”
Lin Moyu instantly understood. He flicked his finger, and the Detection spell surged, stirring the air.
[Earth Dragon Antares (great world rank boss)]
[Level: 100]
[Strength: ???]
[Agility: ???]
[Spirit: ???]
[Physique: ???]
[Skill: ???]
[Trait: ???]
Aside from the name and level, every other detail was obscured.
Lin Moyu stood frozen in shock.
Earth Dragon Antares—a great world rank boss. He had never even heard of it.
And it was level 100.
For a moment, he suspected it had revealed its level on purpose.
Antares let out a low, satisfied laugh at Lin Moyu’s expression, “Surprised? You should feel honored. Very few have ever learned my name.”
That much was true. As far as the human records went, the name Antares had never appeared.
The Immemorial Battlefield had existed for countless ages. Which meant Antares had as well.
To survive for such a span of time was, in itself, a marvel.
If it had been a human God-level powerhouse, they would have long since faded into history—buried by the river of time.
Yet Antares endured—defying time itself. Its power had long surpassed all bounds of reason.
It had lived through eras, through epochs—its power having long since broken any known limits.
After laughing to its heart’s content, Antares turned its gaze back to Lin Moyu, “Kid, I want to make a deal with you.”
“Few have ever been worthy to make a deal with me. In thousands of years, your kind has produced only a handful.”
“Trust me—you won’t regret this.”
Lin Moyu didn’t hesitate, “What sort of deal?”
Antares replied, “In the lower layer of the Immemorial Battlefield, there’s a place called Lightning Burial Canyon. I want you to retrieve something for me.”
As it spoke, thousands of starlike motes fell down, forming vivid images in the air—the terrain of Lightning Burial Canyon, along with its location in the lower layer.
At the deepest point of the canyon, there stood a massive crystal.
From the image alone, it was easily tens of meters tall, fused with the surrounding stone.
Antares continued, “When you reach the crystal, drip this onto it—and bring back what’s inside.”
A drop of scarlet blood floated from Antares’s fingertip and landed in Lin Moyu’s hand.
It was the size of a fist, half-coagulated—neither dissipating nor breaking apart.
Strangely, it needed no container. It could be stored directly in his storage space.
Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes. He knew this wasn’t going to be as simple as it sounded.
“Why don’t you go yourself?” He asked.
With Antares’s level of power, entering the canyon should have been trivial.
Antares gave a low snort, “I have my reasons.”
Lin Moyu didn’t press the issue further, “But I’m only level 50. To enter the lower layer, I need to be at least level 70. You might have to wait a while.”
Antares shook its head, “There’s no rush. Just don’t forget when the time comes. But remember, when you do go to Lightning Burial Canyon, make sure your level is below 80. Otherwise, things might get tricky.”
Lin Moyu raised an eyebrow, “Is it dangerous?”
Antares’s voice dropped, “Naturally, there’s some danger. But for you, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Shouldn’t be. That vague phrasing sent a chill down Lin Moyu’s spine, not quite trusting its words.
Antares continued, “So. Do you accept the deal?”
Lin Moyu shrugged, “What if I refuse?”
Antares didn’t mince words, “Then I’ll send you away and erase this part of your memory. From that point on, don’t even think about setting foot in this place again.”
It cast a meaningful glance at Mu Xianxian.
“So there’s no turning back now.” Lin Moyu thought to himself.
Antares had made its stance crystal clear: refuse, and he’d be exiled—his memory wiped clean.
And Mu Xianxian? She wouldn’t be leaving at all. That one glance told him everything he needed to know.
Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes, “Aren’t you worried I’ll accept now but never follow through?”
Antares chuckled, amused, “You’ll go. Once you hear what I’m offering, you won’t be able to resist. My deals are based on equivalent exchange—fair and just.”
Seeing the confidence in its expression, Lin Moyu finally nodded, “Fine. I accept.”
Refusal wasn’t an option—not unless he was ready to gamble with Mu Xianxian’s life.
The moment the words left his mouth, Antares burst into hearty laughter, “Very good, very good! Then let me tell you what I’m offering.”
“I’ll give you a full set of legendary-grade equipment.”
Lin Moyu shook his head immediately, “I don’t want it.”
Antares paused, clearly caught off guard, “Did I hear that right? You don’t want it? This is legendary-grade equipment! Even your entire human race can barely scrape together a few pieces.”
Lin Moyu remained firm, “My class is special. Equipment is useless to me.”
Antares’s eyes widened, locked onto Lin Moyu in surprise.
It saw through his class at once.
“Necrolord, huh? Never heard of that one before. Must be one of your human race’s new classes.”
“A class that rejects equipment... What a cursed thing.”
“Let me think... what else can I offer you…” Antares muttered to itself, clearly annoyed.
It had never encountered a class that outright rejected all equipment.
After a few seconds, it spoke again, “You’re level 50 now, right? Then how about this—a piece of Bloodthirsty Python heart meat. I’ll even guard you while you consume it. You’ll gain a permanent boost of 20,000 to all attributes.”
“You know what that means. A boost like that increases your growth rate every time to level up—by quite a bit. And when you reach your third class awakening, the chance of a class sublimation will rise significantly.”
Antares radiated confidence as it spoke, convinced that no human class user could possibly refuse such an irresistible offer.
“And of course, that’s just the beginning. Once you complete the task, I’ll also—”
But before it could finish, Lin Moyu shook his head again.
Antares stopped mid-sentence, disbelief creeping into its tone, “What now?”
“I’ve already consumed that.” Lin Moyu replied calmly, “During my second class awakening.”
Antares leaned closer, took a sniff, then slowly said, “You’re right. You do carry Bloodthirsty Python scent.”
“What about Bloodthirsty Python brain, then?”
“My teacher will get it for me.” Lin Moyu replied.
“Your teacher? Must be a God-level human powerhouse then. The Bloodthirsty Python isn’t easy prey. Your teacher might not be able to handle it.” Antares still clung to a sliver of hope.
Lin Moyu remained calm, “I have three teachers. All God-level. You’ve met one of them before—you said he was too weak.”
Antares paused, gears clearly turning. Then its expression shifted in recognition, “That one, huh? He’s somewhat qualified. If the other two are at the same level, then yes… they might have a shot at the Bloodthirsty Python.”
“Let me think again—what else can I offer you?”
For a typical human class user, equipment was everything. Antares had assumed a full set of legendary-grade gear would be irresistible bait.
But Lin Moyu was anything but typical.
When that failed, it switched to base attributes—every class user dreamed of boosting their base attributes. Yet Lin Moyu didn’t need that either.
Now it was truly at a loss. This was a deal, after all—there had to be something of equal value it could offer in return.
“Elemental Divine Stone?” Antares offered, “It can increase the chance of class sublimation during the third class awakening.”
Lin Moyu calmly took an Elemental Divine Stone out, “Got it.”
“…Talent Divine Stone?”
He took out a Talent Divine Stone, “This too.”
Antares rattled off one rare item after another—things that should’ve sent any human into a frenzy.
But Lin Moyu either had them already, or had no use for them.
Eventually, Antares slumped onto the ground in frustration, looking even more listless than before, “Fine. Just tell me—what do you need?”