Versatile Mage: Reincarnation of the Strongest Gojo Satoru of the Contemporary Era

Chapter 45 Chaos Advanced

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru had been practicing in the Three-Step Pagoda for half a month.

At his level, normal hard training would hardly have much effect, and it was basically just a slow and steady process.

But with the blessing of resources, the meaning of hard training is to quickly digest resources and improve strength.

In the first week, I concentrated on breaking through the high-level Chaos System. It took me three days to fill up the entire nebula and then break through in one fell swoop.

The rest of the time is spent using the water of life to temper the body and absorbing the mind stone to improve the spiritual state. These two items are carried out together.

This hard training has upgraded the healing system to the advanced level 2, and the chaos system has broken through to the advanced level 1.

The space system has only filled up the advanced second level, and is still a short distance away from the third level.

The spiritual realm reaches perfection in the fifth realm and may enter the sixth realm at any time.
Gojo Satoru came out of the Three-Step Pagoda.

All in all, the effect of entering the Three-Step Tower this time was much better than last time. It turned out that the poor were not worthy of practicing magic.

Those who think they will succeed as long as they work hard are simply too weak and do not need to use expensive resources at all.

The poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. This phrase perfectly summarizes this cruel fact.

Magicians with strong backgrounds can buy a lot of resources for themselves to absorb, while those without backgrounds can only rely on themselves to fight and earn.

Otherwise, if you just rely on meditation to slowly grind away, you will only be left further and further behind, until you can no longer see the former's back at all.

After this training, I have to go out and make money again. The more than 40 million on hand is not enough.

Gojo Satoru sighed and went to Qingtian Hunting Office to see if there were any suitable commissions.

It is true that a penny can make a hero fall. Although money is not everything, but without money is absolutely impossible.

……

After a while, I arrived at the Qingtian Hunting House and opened the door to see Lingling fiddling with her mini computer.

"Good afternoon, Lingling." Gojo Satoru put aside his worries about having no money and greeted her.

"It seems like you haven't been here for a long time. What have you been doing recently?" Seeing that it was Gojo Satoru, Lingling couldn't help but raise her head and asked curiously.

Gojo Satoru walked to the water bar and mixed a drink while replying, "I'm absorbing resources at school during this time. What do you want to drink?"

"Cocktail." Lingling said casually, then lowered her head to continue looking up information.

"Let's have milk. You're still young, don't drink alcohol." Gojo Satoru carried two glasses of milk and walked to the table. He placed one glass in front of Lingling and took a sip from one of his own glasses.

"What are you checking?" he asked Lingling who was constantly typing on the keyboard.

"Mo Fan is going to the northern corner of Zhuoyuan to find Yan Ji. I'm looking up intelligence at the moment. Do you want to go?" Lingling said without even turning her head.

"Is there money to be made?" Gojo Satoru seemed very direct.

If there is money to be made, it doesn’t matter if you go to Zhuoyuan North Point. After all, the purpose of doing commissions is to make money.

"Of course." Lingling said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Gojo Satoru said, holding the cup.

He had no idea where to go, and he was willing to fly across the country as long as he had the money.

Seeing this, Lingling called Mo Fan to inform him that Gojo Satoru would also go on the trip to the North Corner of Zhuoyuan. After hearing the news, Mo Fan's uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

At this point, all team members have been confirmed.

The powerful Gojo Satoru, the experienced scout Zhang Xiaohou, the firepower turret Mo Fan and the auxiliary Ye Xinxia, ​​the iron wall Zhao Manyan and his cousin.

Finally, there is the little assistant Lingling.

There aren’t many of them, only seven, but they are definitely an elite team.

……

A group of seven people flew directly to Dunhuang Airport and then walked outside.

Looking around, the vast yellow sand spreads to the far end of the horizon.

The mounds in the yellow sand are slightly brown and layered on top of each other, some high and some low.

This place is very different from the south and the east. It seems intermittent, and the ground appears on cracked faults from time to time. In order to save energy, the seven people rented local wind camels for traveling and moved forward to the burning plain.

The distance is not far, just beyond the depth of the boundary marker line, which is used by locals to represent the scope of the security boundary.

There are many monsters living in the desert Gobi, so any normal hunter team must be on high alert.

When it reached the boundary line, the wind camel didn't dare to go any deeper. It was very timid and would become so scared that its legs would go limp at the slightest smell of demons.

The crowd released the wind camels and walked on foot.

"Roar~!!"

However, less than five kilometers ahead, we heard a roar accompanied by raging sand.

“What bad luck! I just came in and I ran into this local tyrant!” Zhao Manyan cursed.

"A general-level beast. Do you want to practice with him?" Gojo Satoru, wearing black sunglasses, was sitting on an invisible block.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't have enough magic energy?" Mo Fan asked curiously.

"Yeah." Zhang Xiaohou also felt very strange.

Everyone is afraid of having no magic to use, but this white-haired boss is unique.

“The energy consumption of this kind of small magic is not as great as the automatic absorption.” Gojo Satoru spread his hands.

“So awesome?” Mo Fan was a little skeptical. He felt that all four types of nebulae were not enough.

“You haven’t experienced the vast reserves of the galaxy yet.” Gojo Satoru said with a smile, as if he had seen through what Mo Fan was thinking.

I can’t spend it all, I can’t spend it all!
“Hey, Sha Xiaohu is almost here, and you still have time to chat!” Zhao Manyan’s cousin Chen Ying said anxiously.

"Why are you panicking? It's just a general-level demon." Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, and the power of space attached to him.

Click! !
The Sand Howling Tiger, which was twenty meters away, was directly cut into two by the invisible blade.

What's there to say after waving my hand in seconds?

"Amazing!"

Zhang Xiaohou, Ye Xinxia, ​​and Chen Ying all looked surprised as they saw Gojo Satoru take action for the first time.

“As expected of you, Wu!” Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan exclaimed in admiration.

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru still looked lazy.

"Why don't we go see if Sha Xiaohu has anything valuable?" Mo Fan asked

“No.” Gojo Satoru shook his head.

He had already looked at it through his six eyes and it was just an ordinary corpse.

"There is a remnant soul." Mo Fan walked to the side of the Sha Xiaohu's body and came back to say.

“Just keep it. You need to upgrade your magic to level 4 anyway.” Gojo Satoru looked at Mo Fan jokingly and raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, how many level 4 spells do you have now?” Zhao Manyan also asked.

"Fire, Lightning, and currently working on Shadow." Mo Fan did not shy away from saying

"Fuck, you're so cruel!"

Zhao Manyan was shocked, and the others in the team were shocked again.

"Keep moving forward and stop chatting." Lingling reminded.

The crowd continued to move forward along the undulating sand.

This piece of sand was not boundless. After walking for about a day, the land turned into a Gobi desert with countless exposed rocks.

The frequency of Sand Howling Tigers appearing in the Gobi Desert has also become higher. If there is no Gojo Satoru, everyone can only choose to hide if possible, and fight if they can't hide.

But with Wu Tiao Wu here, everyone just needs to keep walking, and no matter how many Sand Howling Tigers come, they cannot get within twenty meters.

Soon the seven people arrived at the area where the Shawang River was located.

The Shawang River is a river on the plateau that has been dry for many years.
(End of this chapter)