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

Lin Mo opened his eyes and withdrew his senses from his body.

The increase in muscle density is real; the cracking sound from my knuckles when I clench my fist is crisper than before; the support from my bones feels more solid; and the flow of my mental energy feels like it has changed from a dirt road in the countryside to a paved highway.

But on the empty panel in his mind, the three lines of numbers remained completely still.

He couldn't understand what was going on.

boom!

A huge explosion came from White Tower City, interrupting Lin Mo's thoughts.

He sheathed the black sword and strode toward White Tower City.

At the same time, he turned his head to Yin Xue and said, "I'll tell you everything that happened in the Death Arena from the beginning, and you can analyze why."

Yin Xue followed Lin Mo's footsteps and nodded vigorously.

The two talked as they walked.

Lin Mo began his story by recounting how the two entered the Death Arena.

Reveal the Pope's identity as a hero and his divine abilities.

Yin Xue's mouth never closed.

After all, no one could have imagined that the Pope's true identity was actually a hero.

Moreover, that Holy Awakening ability seems unsolvable no matter how you look at it.

In any case, she asked herself honestly, and she couldn't imagine how to defeat the Pope.

Upon hearing Lin Mo's method, she forgot to flap her wings and tumbled down before hurriedly starting to flap them again.

Her expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, from surprise to shock, and finally settled into a rare, thoughtful silence.

She sat cross-legged in mid-air, arms crossed over her chest, her red hair swaying slightly in the wind, and floated there for a long time, lost in thought.

It was only at this moment that she truly realized that Lin Mo was no longer the person who needed her help.

Lin Mo has already surpassed himself.

"What do you think?"

Lin Mo's voice interrupted Yin Xue.

She put on her hands around her waist, trying to appear calm, and began her analysis in a serious tone.

"It seems it is indeed related to the Pope."

Lin Mo looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"You just said that at the end your body felt like it was about to burst, that's the key."

Yin Xue stretched out a finger and poked Lin Mo's shoulder with the tip.

"Your body was stretched to its limit in a short period of time, and not by attribute values, but by pure physical strength. Muscle fibers were forcibly stretched to their limits, fascia was stretched to its tightest, and bones were compressed to the edge of their load-bearing capacity. This state is not the same as the strength you usually build up by attribute values."

"What's the difference?"

Lin Mo frowned.

"The difference is huge."

Yin Xue flew up again, hovering in front of him, and began to gesture with his hands.

"Let me put it this way: with the same attribute values, a skinny person and a strong man can achieve different results because everyone's physical functions are different."

Even if the skinny guy increases his physical attributes to 1,000 points, the punch he throws will still be powered by his original muscle structure.

The efficiency of force transmission is not high because his tendons have not been trained and his bone density has not been subjected to long-term heavy pressure.

The strongman also has 1000 points in physical attributes, but every muscle fiber on him has been trained, his tendons are thicker, and his bone density is higher. The same attributes have a stronger effect on him.

She paused, then tapped Lin Mo's chest with her index finger.

"And you... although you have raised your attributes to an abnormal level by relying on attribute values, you are still just an ordinary person who transmigrated three months ago and has never undergone any training. This means that you have been using attribute values ​​to forcibly build up an untrained ordinary person's body."

Lin Mo paused for a moment.

He was indeed getting stronger, but no one ever told him that the foundation of his strength was built on sand.

"So, the Pope's actions earlier maxed out my physical capabilities?"

Lin Mo asked.

Yin Xue nodded.

"That must be it. The Pope's imagination pushed you to your limits from the inside out, forcing your muscle fibers to remain in a state of extreme tension for the entire duration of a battle."

Your muscles, tendons, bones, and even nerves have been forcibly stretched to the limit that your human body can withstand.

Previously, you were a max-level human with average talent; now you are a max-level human with maximum talent.

Although the attribute data looks the same, the resulting effects are at least twice as bad.

Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly.

I thought this battle wouldn't yield any substantial gains besides taking down the Pope, since my level hadn't increased and my experience points were still locked.

Unexpectedly, by sheer coincidence, Bai Mu'en risked her life to deliver a great gift to him: the ultimate capabilities of the human body.

It's like the same engine, which used to be mounted on a wooden frame, but now it's mounted on an iron frame.

Yin Xue had obviously thought of the same thing.

She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and her signature gloating smile reappeared on her face.

"The Pope worked for you until his death... He used his imagination to enhance you for an entire period of time, and then left the enhancement effects permanently. If this guy knew about this while he was alive, he would probably be furious again."

Lin Mo didn't reply, but the slight upturn of his lips said it all.

The two passed through the ineffective city walls of White Tower City and walked along the main road of White Tower City towards the Papal Palace.

Many buildings along the street had their walls collapsed by the aftershocks of the battle between the demigods, and bricks and stones were scattered on the stone pavement.

The palace's towering spires are now clearly visible in the field of vision.

Just as Lin Mo and Yin Xue reached the bottom of the steps in front of the palace gate, a figure flew out of the palace gate like a cannonball.

It crashed heavily onto the stone path below the steps, creating a shallow crater and scattering gravel everywhere.

The man struggled to sit up, his armor mostly shattered, revealing a rugged old face half-covered in blood.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with gravel, used his warhammer to push himself up, and cursed under his breath.

"Damn it, those archbishops are disgusting."

It was none other than the demigod Ironmot of the dwarven race.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped the warhammer tightly again, and bent his knees slightly, ready to charge into the palace gate once more.

"What? So many of you can't defeat a few archbishops?"

A calm voice came from behind.

Tie Mo froze.

He turned around abruptly and saw Lin Mo standing at the bottom of the steps, a black sword hanging at his side, his black robe still stained with the Pope's blood.

He instinctively took half a step back, almost dropping the hammer.

"Holy crap! What are you doing here?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, speaking casually as if he were saying the weather was nice today.

"You killed the Pope, and now you're waiting to divide him up?"

Tie Mo opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, as if someone had stuffed a stone into his mouth.

Disbelief was written all over his rough, blood-stained old face.

He slammed his warhammer on the ground, the handle creating a new dent in the stone slab, and squeezed out a broken sentence from his throat.

"You killed the Pope? And it hasn't even taken that long?"