My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Afterwards, Lin Mo talked with his father about his mother's condition.

Lin Mo said goodbye only after the familiar feeling of detachment returned.

When Lin Mo and Liu Yishou's consciousnesses returned to their positions in the center of the teleportation array on the top floor of the church.

A sense of peace and security washes over me as my body and soul reunite.

But Lin Mo's heart felt heavier than before he transmigrated.

Grandpa Liu Yishou shook his still slightly dizzy head, his face full of solemnity and contemplation.

He recalled Zhou Xiaomei's illness and murmured to himself:

"I see... The lesion is deeply embedded, and the vitality is constantly being dissipated. No wonder it needs the Purifying Essence Liquid to forcibly sustain it... This root cause is truly... very troublesome..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A chilling, terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted without warning!

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly, and the air became so thick it was suffocating!

The source of the murderous aura was none other than Lin Mo, who had just opened his eyes!

He sat in the center of the magic circle, his head bowed, his black robes fluttering even without wind.

His body emanated a dark red aura that was almost visible to the naked eye!

That wasn't hostility directed at any specific target, but a pure killing intent towards the world!

The black sword held on his lap emitted a low, buzzing sound, and wisps of black energy seeped from the edge of its scabbard.

Yin Xue was checking the damage to the magic array when he was startled by the sudden killing intent.

Mianmian was sent flying backwards, rolling around on the bed several times before finally stopping.

Liu Yishou was the first to be affected.

How could an alchemist, who made a living by alchemy, have ever experienced such a pure and terrifying will to kill?

He felt his scalp tingle, his heart almost stopped, his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

But he was mentally strong and endured the discomfort.

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes as he watched Lin Mo's retreating figure.

Finally, Liu Yishou let out a deep sigh.

He walked shakily, step by step, to Lin Mo's side, ignoring the suffocating murderous aura.

He reached out and pressed heavily on Lin Mo's tense shoulder.

"Young Lin..."

Liu Yishou's voice was aged yet steady, carrying a penetrating power born of experience.

"I... cannot truly empathize with you. Seeing your loved ones suffer from illness and being powerless to help, you must hate this world to the core..."

He paused, then tightened his grip, as if trying to transfer his strength to the other person.

"But Lin Mo, listen. No matter how angry you are right now... venting it won't solve anything. Your mother's illness is still there."

His tone became more serious, almost admonishing:

"Put away these useless emotions! What you need now is calm and reason!"

Liu Yishou's words were like ice water poured over his head, yet also like a morning bell and evening drum.

The killing intent emanating from Lin Mo suddenly froze, then began to fluctuate violently, as if boiling magma had been forcibly suppressed.

He slowly raised his head.

Those eyes, which were always calm and undisturbed, were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

He clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, struggling against the uncontrollable killing intent that originated from the deepest part of his heart.

a long time.

The suffocating pressure in the room slowly receded like a tide.

The low hum of the black sword ceased, and the seeping black energy receded.

Lin Mo took a deep, deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He looked at Liu Yishou, nodded, and his voice was terribly hoarse:

"...I understand. I'm sorry, Master Liu. How confident are you about my mother's condition?"

Seeing that Lin Mo had regained control of himself, Liu Yishou breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his hand, and said with a solemn expression.

"I can't say I'm 100% certain, but I'll make a list based on her specific situation. Gather as many of the herbs on the list as possible, and I'll try to develop a new potion as quickly as possible!"

Lin Mo stood up, bowed respectfully to Liu Yishou, and gave him a proper greeting.

"Thank you very much, Master Liu!"

Liu waved his hand, said no more, and immediately walked to the desk in the room.

He picked up a quill and parchment and began to write with complete concentration.

Lin Mo then turned to Yin Xue.

His eyes had regained most of their former coldness and sharpness.

But the lingering heaviness and urgency deep within could not be concealed.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Yin Xue. I must return to my original world in seven days. I must go back."

Yin Xue had just flown back to the bedside and sat down when he heard this, and his blood-red eyes suddenly widened.

Only she knew how difficult it was to construct the teleportation array for each medicine delivery.

This is just a single drop of medicine.

Sending the person back would be an incredibly difficult task.

I won't have this ability unless Lin Mo reaches level 100.

However, considering Lin Mo's gaze just now, she didn't immediately deny it.

Instead, it flapped its wings and sat down on Lin Mo's shoulder, calmly analyzing the situation.

"Seven days... to reach level 100? No matter how you look at it, that's absolutely impossible."

Yin Xue's voice was resolute.

"Even if you lined up the entire army and monsters of the Holy Ancient Empire and let them kill you, it wouldn't be enough, not to mention the limitations of level bottlenecks and essence. So, this path is blocked."

"What other methods are there?"

Lin Mo pressed for an answer.

Yin Xue's bloodshot eyes flickered, as if he was recalling and filtering information.

"Do you remember that A-rank hero squad you killed in Troll Canyon?"

Lin Mo frowned slightly as memories flashed through his mind.

Those heroes seemed to have mentioned being urgently recalled, and also something about... a competition?

"They seemed to have mentioned some kind of competition?"

Lin Mo said uncertainly.

"That's right!"

Yin Xue snapped his fingers.

"If I remember correctly, that match was called the Glory Referee Match!"

Liu Yishou, who was organizing a list of medicinal herbs, paused when he heard about the competition.

"Hmm, the Glory Trial Tournament! This is a match between the Holy Ancient Empire and the High Tower Holy Kingdom!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "What's the point of coming back with me to this competition?"

Yin Xue sighed, speechless.

"Back in Troll Canyon, didn't those people say that if they won the tournament, the Archbishop would grant them one wish?"

Lin Mo's eyes instantly sharpened: "You mean..."

"right!"

Yin Xue nodded.

"If you can participate in this competition and win the championship, you can make your request."

At this point, Yin Xue paused, and his voice became much softer.

"You can make a wish to go back then, no problem."

She understood that if Lin Mo had any wish to fulfill, it would definitely be to leave this world and return to his original world.

In that case, I'll be left alone here to slowly recover my strength.

Just then, Liu Yishou suddenly spoke up.

"This method is not very feasible. First of all, the timing doesn't match up. The Glory Trial Tournament doesn't start until ten days later. Also, the archbishop's ability to grant wishes is unreliable. It's said that there are many limitations."

Lin Mo frowned: "No matter what, this is the only way. We have to try it. As for the time..."

He paused for a moment before saying, "I never thought about participating in any competition. We can just kidnap that archbishop and bring him here."

Liu Yishou's lips twitched slightly.

Yin Xue clapped his hands: "That's right! Let's do it that way."

Just then, the sound of Little Red pawing the ground impatiently and letting out a loud snort came from downstairs.

It seems to be reminding me of something.

Yin Xue shrugged and said, "That general has been waiting downstairs for a long time, saying he has something to give you."