Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 68: Making progress every day, re-entering the dungeon
The cooler temperatures had already begun to scatter yellow leaves in the mixed woods. The sunlight filtering through the treetops was as clear and transparent as glass. The distant chirps of robins melted into the still air, barely audible. A three-eyed skull, sitting cross-legged beneath a pine or cypress tree, raised its hand and formed a sword finger seal.

After a few seconds, he lowered his hands again and repeated the seal formation and release.

The practice of seals went smoothly, but the casting speed was still a little slow.

There are two key points to chanting silently: one is to pour in the power of the spell, and the other is to imagine the meaning.

The first step, channeling the mantra, required considerable proficiency. He needed to concentrate for three to five seconds before the mantra could permeate his entire body. Without this step, simply contemplating the meaning of the words would not activate. Reciting the true name required sound, writing the true name required a medium, and contemplating the true name also required the coordination of mantra power.

As he practiced the hand seals, Lin Bo tried to leverage the instantaneous explosive power of the Heart Seal, gradually incorporating the burst of mantra power into it. If the three could be synchronized, then the speed of forming the hand seals and silently chanting the mantra would be no slower than reciting the true name.

The magical power radiated by his name rune had gradually dimmed with repeated losses. He took off his mask, drank a bottle of whale oil potion to replenish his energy, and took a short rest.

It was just past noon, and considering that he had three dungeons to complete in the afternoon, Lin Bo did not intend to invest more time and effort, especially since drinking too much whale oil potion would aggravate the side effects and seriously affect his work efficiency.

Moreover, he has only mastered the secret of silently casting the rune of his real name. He still needs to recite the True Name of Steel when running around in the dungeon and killing monsters. Therefore, the newly learned hand seal casting cannot be directly converted into combat power for the time being.

Lin Bo felt great to be able to find time after lunch to learn a new skill.

After putting "The Magic of Hand Gestures" back into his bag, he called the little king who was on guard back to his side, stood up and brushed off the dust on his body. He went back to the lighthouse first, one to change the book to read in the afternoon, and the other to bring the copy medicinal materials that he was going to feed the fungal blanket.

Tieweiyi was loyal to his duty. It was at the stairs when Lin Bo left, and it was still standing there when he came back.

The night watchman praised the robot's cooking skills. The sandwiches it made were not bad at all, but were quite delicious. At least they were much better than the meals that Lin Bo usually made to fool himself.

Although he couldn't understand, Tieweiyi still beeped to say hello. When Lin Bo hurried out with a bag of herbs, he beeped again to say goodbye.

East Cliff Grottoes.

The seagulls, which have entered the molting period, gathered together, and the cave was filled with scattered feathers.

Lin Bo descended from the clifftop and stepped into the cave. At this moment, a flock of birds were offering their fresh catches to the White Swamp in exchange for nutrient supply from mycelium and delicious fruit mushrooms.

The seagulls stepped into the fungal mat one after another. They really enjoyed the process of connecting with the mycelium. Lin Bo heard a low cackle, and they were all saying "It's so comfortable".

The white fungal carpet looks like a hot spring pool, and the flock of birds are like tourists taking a bath, filling the pool so full that there is no room to stand, and there is a group of birds queuing on the side.

Lin Bo sat on the edge of the fungal blanket, reached his hand between the bird's legs, and touched the mycelium on the ground.

The mushrooms whispered happily, "Here comes the feeder, touch the feeder. There are more and more birds, and the mushrooms are trying hard to grow."

The birds' constant feeding provided the fungal carpet with an inordinate amount of nutrients, and the expanding mycelium had already taken over one-sixth of the atrium. While it hadn't yet exceeded the restricted area set by Lin Bo, at this rate, the entire atrium would be completely covered by the fungal carpet in a week.

"(Magic words) Grow some towards me." The mage whispered, causing a small piece of the fungal creep to spread in his direction.

The little king stood on the fungal carpet and shouted loudly. His command was conveyed through the mycelium, breaking the comfortable atmosphere like a flash of lightning.

The seagulls that were enjoying the hot springs were startled and flew away, circling and crying under the top of the cave, expressing their respect for the little leader.

The majestic little guy continued to issue the declaration of the White Swamp Cult. Today, the flock of birds attracted many of its kind, ready to embrace the power of mushrooms, accept the test of mycelium, and become a member of the super seagull.

Seeing this situation, Lin Bo felt that it was necessary to limit the size of the Fungus-speaking Seagulls. Their efficiency in recruiting new and old members was too high. More than a hundred of them came today, and the number of birds believing in the White Swamp was growing rapidly.

The total number of seagull populations distributed in the swamps and islands around Shita Town may be as high as several thousand. If so many seagulls gather together, the fungal blanket must expand over a large area in order to meet their energy needs.

At present, both the volume of the fungal mat and the number of seagulls are more than enough for him, and it is necessary to control them.

Lin Bo spent half an hour performing mycelium implantation surgery on more than 60 seagulls. He selected young birds with greater potential and rejected the remaining hundreds of old birds.

The little king was confused. "Good humans, why don't you give them power?"

"(Magic Words) Little one, because I don't need any more."

"It can be more. White Marsh will accept all seagulls!" The little king was a little upset.

Lin Bo advised: "(magic words) Don't be angry."

"Okay." The little king was coaxed. He jumped twice on Lin Bo's shoulder, then returned to the fungal mat and announced loudly that White Swamp had shared too much power and was already very weak, so there would only be so many super seagulls in the future.

The flock of birds cried out in alarm. The new members, who had not yet undergone mycelial modification, made uneasy noises, and the surrounding mycelial seagulls screeched and shooed them away.

Many delicious fruit mushrooms suddenly appeared on the white fluffy fungal carpet. The little seagull loudly conveyed White Swamp's intention and asked the ordinary seagulls to take them away and eat them.

The mushrooms will remember these little bird friends because the flock once gave their hard-earned catches to the White Swamp.

These common seagulls ate fruits and mushrooms, and walked with their thin bird legs, looking back every few steps. No matter how reluctant they were, they eventually left this place and returned to their respective habitats.

The night watchman who witnessed this scene suddenly had an idea: maybe they will write a story about Peach Blossom Spring when they go back.

After laughing silently, he took out the medicinal resources he had looted from the copy and began to feed the fungal blanket.

Lin Bo was certain that some of the herbs here contained magical energy because when he tasted them, he only felt their silence. Currently, he was not yet able to listen to things that contained magical energy, let alone learn their true names.

Since the real name is unknown, it is impossible to make the all-round fungus species produce corresponding mimic mushrooms. The only function is to expand the genetic information library of the fungus species.

After digesting the medicine, the mushrooms murmured in satisfaction, "It's different, it has a special taste, I like it, please feed me, more, more~"

It is recorded in "Mushroom Agronomy" that the all-powerful fungus species likes to eat food containing magical power. The fungal mat nourished by miracles will become more colorful and prosperous.

After digesting the herbs brought out from the Crazy Dwarf Circus, a bunch of strange-shaped mimic mushrooms emerged on the fungal mat, emitting a faint fluorescence. Various medicinal properties and powers were gathered in these mushrooms. It was difficult to say what their effects were.

In order to prevent seagulls from accidentally eating them, the night watchman collected and stored the glowing mushrooms, preparing to use them to train the pharmacist to identify them after returning to the lighthouse.

Lin Bo thought that it was about time to contact the whale slaughterhouse and order large quantities of those scraps to feed the fungal mat.

Once the mycelium absorbs the magic power, the quality of the mushroom will improve. If whale mushrooms are cultivated and can replace whale oil, it will definitely be helpful in making spirit recovery potions.

After putting the acquisition of whale scraps on the agenda, the Night Watchman put it aside for the time being. He checked his equipment and began his day's map-running work.

[Selected instance: Sea Spirit Altar in the Demon Summoning Village]

[Current Difficulty: Difficult]

[Opening the dungeon portal, players please be prepared]

After crossing the portal, I found myself in the familiar, welcoming fishing village. However, on the Hard difficulty level, the Sea Spirit Altar dungeon had become even darker. The sun had already been completely submerged in the ocean, and stars were already twinkling in the purple-black sky. The village lit a sparse torch, making visibility very poor.

The fire on the street could only illuminate a small area, making the old and dilapidated houses look like the corpses of wild animals lying on the ground.

The sound of waves rumbling in Lin Bo's ears told him that the ominous creature lurking in the ocean and secretly watching the earth was becoming more and more excited and active.

Now is not the time to confront this boss monster. Wait until you have completed the Extreme Difficulty and unlocked the Despair and Purgatory levels, then call your friends in the dungeon channel to help you defeat it.

As night falls, the range of activities of the crazy villagers shrinks significantly. They can no longer easily find the traces of the little seagulls, nor will they launch a collective hunt, which makes it more troublesome for Lin Bo to clean up the monsters.

Furthermore, since the Maw Thrall's vision is significantly worse at night, it no longer screams upon spotting the player from a distance, but instead waits until the player approaches before suddenly shrieking. This significantly increases both the difficulty and the danger.

The guide advises players who are just starting out to explore new areas to recruit more people, especially to prepare more lighting methods. It will be much easier if you can recruit a priest who can emit holy light into the team.

Lin Bo does have other ways to lure monsters.

"(True Word) Green Parrot."

Suddenly, the clear and beautiful voice of elves echoed over the dark and eerie demon-summoning village. The evil servants and demon-throat minions hiding in the houses all moved in response to the sound.

Unable to bear the sound, they held torches and rushed towards the source waving swords, spears, and halberds.

At the village entrance, a three-eyed skull clad in iron armor stood in the wilderness, carrying an ammunition bag. A phantom green parrot sang above him. He activated his night vision and observed the converging heat sources.

"(True Word) Steel."

The illusion of the green parrot disappeared, his body rose into the air, and the iron balls in the ammunition bag in his hand suddenly shot out, breaking through the air and turning into lightning.

A moment later, the sound of skulls breaking continued in the darkness, and balls of blood splattered like brilliant and silent flowers.

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(End of this chapter)