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

Lin Mo walked to the Dusk Stone.

The pale yellow stone hovered in mid-air, about a person's height above the ground, and slowly rotated.

The closer you get, the more obvious the warmth becomes, like a small sun burning in front of you.

But upon closer inspection, there's a hint of coolness hidden within that warmth.

It is the power of laws, the threshold to demigodhood, and something countless people dream of.

He drew his black sword.

The black sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if it had sensed something.

The dark light on the sword flowed faster, emitting a low hum.

Blood dripped onto his shoulder, and his small face was full of seriousness.

She spoke to Lin Mo:

"Fusing the Twilight Stone is not a simple matter. You need to envelop it with your mental energy and establish a connection between it and the Black Sword. This process consumes a lot of energy, and..."

She paused.

"And it might face resistance. After all, the Twilight Stone has its own will; it will choose its master."

Lin Mo nodded.

He raised his black sword, its tip aimed at the Twilight Stone.

Spiritual energy surged from within him, transforming into countless fine tentacles that reached out towards the stone.

Upon first contact...

boom!

A tremendous resistance came from the Twilight Stone!

Lin Mo's mental energy was suddenly repelled, almost causing him to lose control.

He gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and peered out again.

This time, instead of forcibly breaking through, the mental energy slowly coiled around it, as if testing the limits of the Twilight Stone.

The resistance was still there, but it was less than before.

Lin Mo continued.

The spiritual energy gradually enveloped the Twilight Stone, seeping from its surface into its interior.

He could sense countless intricate patterns flowing within the stone; those were the traces of laws, the source of demigod power.

His mental energy extended along those patterns, trying to find the connection point with the black sword.

The Dusk Stone trembled slightly.

The black sword trembled as well.

The two forces began to probe each other, approach each other, and repel each other.

boom!

It's another rebound.

Lin Mo swayed, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Yin Xue frowned.

"Logically, it shouldn't be this difficult."

She murmured, her bloodshot eyes filled with contemplation.

"The Black Sword is of a higher grade than the Twilight Stone, so it should be easy to fuse with it..."

She looked at the black sword, then at the Twilight Stone, and suddenly something occurred to her.

"Could it be the knife that's resisting?"

Lin Mo did not answer.

He didn't have the extra energy to answer.

All his attention was focused on the Twilight Stone.

The resistance was still there, but it was weaker than before.

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward little by little, going deeper and deeper.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Everyone looked at each other.

A small group of dwarves and lizardmen gathered together and whispered among themselves.

"Are you still going to climb?"

A dwarf scratched his head and asked.

"I'm not climbing anymore."

The leader of the lizardmen lay on a large rock, legs crossed, looking like a scoundrel.

"This is the best I can do. The Twilight Stone's already been taken; what's the point of climbing up there? To see the view?"

Another lizardman lay down and chimed in, "Exactly, I'm not climbing anymore. What's the point of climbing all that way only to get nothing?"

The dwarf glanced at the pale golden light on the mountaintop, then at the two lizardmen lying flat, and was somewhat speechless.

"Since we're not going to climb anymore, let's hurry down the mountain. This secret realm still has two days before it closes, so it's good to kill more monsters and earn more points."

The lizardmen exchanged glances and waved their hands.

"You guys go ahead, I want to rest here for a while."

"Me too, my legs are too weak to walk."

"This place has nice scenery, let me take a second look."

dwarf:"……"

Even a fool could see that they didn't want to rest.

They clearly wanted to rob Twilight Stone when the man in black came down the mountain!

The dwarf shook his head and didn't try to persuade him.

This kind of thing is all too common in secret realms; some people plunder treasures, while others ambush and kill—it's all a matter of skill.

He simply called to his few clansmen and turned to walk down the mountain.

The lizardmen watched them leave, then glanced at the light on the mountaintop, their eyes gleaming with greed.

Even higher up, Goode did not descend the mountain.

He sat on a rock with his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

But upon closer inspection, his breathing had stabilized, and his complexion was much better than before.

He is recovering his energy.

He is also waiting.

Wait for the man in black robes to come down the mountain.

Waiting for an opportunity.

El stood on the other side of the mountainside, looking at these people with a cold smile on his lips.

"Shameless."

He said softly.

The elves behind him watched him, awaiting his decision.

Without a moment's hesitation, El turned around and headed down the mountain.

"Shouldn't we wait?" a young elf asked.

"Waiting for what?" El asked without turning his head. "Waiting to steal the Twilight Stone with them? To split the loot with them?"

The young elf paused for a moment.

El's voice came from ahead: "Elves don't do such things. Let's go, let's kill monsters."

The elves exchanged a glance, then followed in his footsteps.

Not a single person turned around.

……

mountain top.

Lin Mo was soaked in sweat.

His spiritual energy was almost exhausted, but new energy kept flowing out from the depths of his body.

The battle between the Twilight Stone and the Black Sword continued, the resistance weakening but never fading.

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward little by little.

almost.

Soon.

boom--

A muffled thud exploded in my consciousness.

The first connection has finally been established between the Black Sword and the Twilight Stone!

The connection was very faint, like a spider's thread, but it definitely existed.

Lin Mo could feel the power of the Twilight Stone flowing along the spider silk toward the Black Sword, while the Black Sword was also using its own power to assimilate the Twilight Stone.

Lin Mo focused all his mental energy on that process, feeling every collision and entanglement of the two forces.

Suddenly, the black sword's energy erupted, and Lin Mo felt everything go black.

A picture flashed through his mind.

That was a church.

The church wasn't large, but it was solemn and dignified.

The stained glass windows are painted with images of angels and saints, and sunlight shines through the glass, casting colorful shadows on the ground.

The benches are neatly arranged and can accommodate several hundred people.

At the very front was an altar, with candles lit on it, their flames flickering.

A group of people were standing around.

Priests and priests wearing white or black robes.

They formed a circle, their expressions tense and devout, muttering incantations.

On the ground, a complex magic circle is glowing...

The light was blue, and it felt familiar.

Lin Mo frowned.

He looked down, trying to see where he was.

Then he froze.

He wasn't seeing his own body.

What he saw was the face of a young man in the center of the magic circle.

His face was filled with ecstatic joy.

He knelt there, hands clasped together, tears glistening in his eyes, muttering something.

"I've been chosen?" "I'm the hero?" "Hahaha, that's great!"

Lin Mo understood instantly.

This is memory.

This is the memory of a hero.

However, Lin Mo was puzzled, recalling the black sword's energy burst that had impacted his brain.

Why did it make me see this memory?