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

After killing the God of War, the feeling of that power surging into my body was completely different from any time before.

Previously, absorbing proliferation, corruption, and judgment yielded special effects at the level of laws: splitting, corroding, echoing...

But this time, it wasn't special effects that flooded in; it was pure numerical data.

Strength, speed, reaction time, endurance...

The God of War's Law didn't come with any fancy abilities; it simply multiplied Lin Mo's existing physical strength by a factor that even he found unfamiliar.

His muscle fibers rearranged on the surface of his bones.

With each breath, I could feel a surge of power, almost overflowing, coursing through my veins.

Then he heard a click.

The voice came from the attribute panel sealed deep within the soul.

He could sense that the numbers were trembling, slowly crumbling.

The numbers that represent his physical body, agility, and spirit are becoming blurred, not decreasing or increasing, but rather becoming 'no longer important'.

He no longer needs those numbers to tell himself how strong he is.

Because his body itself had already surpassed the measurement system set by Gao Yang.

Gao Yang used the attribute panel to set the upper limit for all heroes.

But the power of the God of War, combined with the accumulated laws of more than a dozen native gods, is causing this power to break through that framework from within.

The binding edge of the attribute panel was repeatedly impacted several times, and then, as if it had finally broken through an invisible dam, it poured into every part of my body.

Lin Mo's body, which had been slightly tired from continuous battles, was instantly refreshed.

He clenched his fist, the cracking sound from his knuckles clearer and louder than ever before.

The shockwave from his fist crushed the rubble on the base of the iron cage into powder.

At the same time, a faint light flashed on the black sword.

A tall and imposing figure slowly emerged from the sword.

It wasn't the old man with white hair from before, but a war god who had regained his youthful appearance.

He looked to be around thirty years old and was quite burly.

His handsome appearance carried a hint of world-weariness.

With high brow bones, a square jaw, and thick stubble extending from his chin to his sideburns, he looked less like a god and more like a veteran who had just returned from the battlefield.

He looked down at his translucent hands, then touched his youthful chin, and grinned with satisfaction.

"Hmm... I never thought that death would bring me freedom."

He stretched his shoulders, as if getting used to this long-lost young body, then turned his head to look at Lin Mo, his tone frank and direct.

"However, I am indeed suppressed on a spiritual level by you, and I feel like your sex slave."

Lin Mo didn't even look at him, but simply slung the black sword back over his shoulder and asked directly.

"Tell me, why doesn't Blood Grind come closer to here?"

The God of War shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Because he's a coward. Because I'm here, that bastard driving the tank knows I'm locked up under this island. He doesn't dare come near because he's afraid of me."

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, stared at the God of War for two seconds, then slowly drew his black sword, the tip of which was aimed at the God of War's brow, his tone calm and cold.

"I don't have time to waste on you."

The God of War stared at the sword tip so close to his face, and his lips twitched.

"Alright, alright, stop drawing your sword so easily."

He took half a step back, pointed to the rock wall above him, and pointed his fingertip in a certain direction.

"You can go to the office of the old woman you killed. She knows more about the blood-grinding incident than I do. After all, she's above ground and I'm underground. Maybe you can find what you're looking for there."

Lin Mo stared at him for two breaths to make sure he wasn't lying before sheathing his sword, turning around and stepping onto the stone steps.

The goddess of judgment floated past the god of war, who nudged her with his elbow and whispered something.

"This new boss seems a bit difficult to talk to. You've been working for him for so long, how have you managed to put up with it?"

The judge glanced at him, flicked his gray hair, and spoke in a cold and curt tone.

"No one has ever said a kind word to you before, has they?"

The God of War scratched his stubble and followed sheepishly.

……

When I returned to the teaching building, the corridor was already filled with survivors. Those who had once bowed their heads in submission to the principal's "palace".

The group, including the teenagers in black leather straps, the older men and women who looked like teachers, and the refugees who had been queuing for supplies on the playground, were now whispering among themselves.

"The principal is really dead, does that mean we're free?"

"Yeah, every time the cafeteria refreshes its supplies, we have to offer them to them first, and the wooden beds in the warehouse make my back ache from sleeping on them."

"What are you thinking? The death of one emperor only brings another. All we can do now is pray that the new emperor will be merciful."

……

With a creak, the basement door opened, and everyone fell silent instantly.

Lin Mo walked out from behind the door and was taken aback when he saw everyone.

Those people reacted quickly and immediately knelt down.

Their foreheads were pressed against the cold terrazzo floor.

"What... is going on?"

Lin Mo blurted it out subconsciously.

Mianmian, who was on her shoulder, rubbed her eyes and woke up. She was a little dazed looking at the scene of everyone kneeling in front of her.

"Going home?"

After all, she had only ever seen such a group of people kneeling together in the human empire.

No one dared to look up, no one dared to make a sound; only a few suppressed, trembling breaths echoed in the hallway.

They witnessed Lin Mo kill the old female principal, the holder of the War God's Mark, and the "protector" they relied on to survive on this floating island.

They didn't understand what the laws were or what the marks were, but they understood one thing: the principal they worshipped like a god couldn't even last a minute in front of this black-robed human.

Now, the one who can decide their fate is not the principal, but this stranger.

Lin Mo's gaze swept across the crowd, not lingering on any face for more than a second.

He walked straight up to the female teacher, bent down, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up from the ground.

The female teacher stumbled as he pulled her, but she dared not break free or cry out in pain; she simply hunched her shoulders and raised her head.

Her eyes behind her glasses were filled with terror, and her lips trembled several times before she managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables.

"I...I didn't mean to stop you, I just..."

"Where is the principal's office?"

Lin Mo interrupted her, his tone extremely concise.

The female teacher paused for a moment, then nodded frantically as if she had grasped at some lifeline, pointing towards the stairs.

"The third floor! After the apocalypse, she moved her office from the administrative building to the third floor of the teaching building, saying it would be more convenient for management. No one can set foot there without her permission."

Her voice was still trembling.

Lin Mo frowned upon hearing this; this action seemed highly unusual to him.

However, the more unusual the behavior, the more it indicates that something is being hidden.

"Take me to the third floor."