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[Master Hiker Certification: Awarded by the Warriors' Association of Atlantis, this certification recognizes your exceptional performance during your journey around the Kingdom of Norard. During your travels, you devoured three hundred cockroaches a day to maintain your life force amidst extreme hunger. Those who followed suit eagerly, leading to a near extinction of Norard cockroaches. This certification enjoys far higher public recognition and industry reputation in Atlantis than the advanced warrior certification.]
[Green Vine Academy Graduation Certificate: You are now a mature sixth-year mage. Embark on your legendary journey alone, for legend is the starting point of everything.]
[Advanced Posture Mastery: You don't know how many postures there are in this world, but you know there's none you can't do! You even invented a word, "posture frequency," and defined it as the basic unit! Later, when people boasted about their abilities over tea, they would say they could reach "a fraction of a second." The already abstract skill set of warriors became too beautiful because of you!]
[Pile Driver Combat Technique: Be like a pile driver, never empty, always penetrating. You're like a pile driver, incredibly powerful, practically a master pile driver! Whether it's a wooden stake, an iron stake, or a stone stake, wherever there's a stake, your attack speed will be greatly increased.]
[Challenger's stance: Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter; face them with a smile. The best way to overcome fear is to confront it! This is your inner creed. When you're engaged in a protracted battle, you'll always be steadfast and unyielding, growing stronger and more exhilarated with each fight!]
"What the hell!" Latis cursed, looking utterly bewildered. "I've come to understand you warriors now; not a single one of you is any good!"
He closed his eyes and carefully sensed it for a few minutes. Afterward, he opened his eyes with a mixture of surprise and slight disappointment:
"These combat skills and spells... for some reason, are engraved in my soul, as if I can use them at any time without being restricted by my class level... However, it seems that their power will decrease to my current class level? Well, that's enough!"
Then, he looked at the most important term.
[True Name - Autumn Leaves: The true name of the half-elf Ateliers, born with it. It symbolizes a gentle chilling ruthlessness and the hope of life. When prey enters the game, no one can directly destroy the owner of this name, nor can anyone escape the fate of withering away.]
In my consciousness, the three true names are lined up side by side in deep space. Whether it is because of the proximity or other reasons, the true name Qiuye appears more active and bright.
"Anyway, let's just wait for morning to come." Latis disconnected his consciousness, glanced at the pony that was constantly maintaining its vigilance spell, shook his head, sat down next to Ateliers, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
"Brother, I will definitely keep you alive."
……
Boom!
The loud slamming of the door woke everyone up.
"The time has come!"
The guards' voices came from outside the dungeon.
Artemis's breathing suddenly quickened; she bit her lip hard and stood up, pulling herself up from the heavy shackles.
Musk, sitting cross-legged on the stool, breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Vigilance spell was still faintly glowing, the long night was finally over.
"Greetings, Your Excellency, Mage." The guard approached Musk with measured steps, bowing humbly. As Musk's rear end protruded, the guard couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah~"
Musk, who had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again. His hair stood on end, and his scalp tingled as he asked:
"What are you doing?"
"I, ah~" The guard, suppressing a strange sensation, clenched his buttocks and said to Musk with a tense face, "It prolapsed a couple of days ago, ah~ my anus, it might not be completely healed yet..."
"Oh, so you're the one who supposedly got fucked by the Dungeon Phantom..." Musk shut his mouth and scratched his head. "Speaking of which, I just arrived last night and the dried sweet potatoes I brought with me disappeared. Is there really something evil in this place?"
"Ha, ha..." The guard chuckled dryly, then glared fiercely at Artemis. "Go, you bastard, it's time to reunite with your family!"
Artemis took a deep breath, calmed herself, swept away the lingering unease, and gathered all her magic power, shouting loudly:
"no way……"
"Don't you think I look handsome today?" Latis opened his eyes, strolled over to Ateliers, stroked his thick hair, grinned at her, then looked at Musk and the guards, suddenly raised his index finger, and shouted at the ceiling:
"Hear my call, Osiris the Sky Dragon!"
For some reason, Musk started sweating profusely. He took a step back and touched the teleportation scroll in his pocket.
"Stop acting crazy!" The guard brandished his longsword, then yelled and clutched his backside.
"Is it not ready yet?" The dungeon door was pushed open roughly, and two fully armed guards walked in.
"Almost done, almost done..."
Latis murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on the simulator panel floating in the air, watching the time slowly count down:
"Three...two, one!"
boom!
The faint light of the warning spell suddenly burst into a bright crimson burst, and Musk's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he tore open the teleportation scroll. The guard, clutching his backside, shouted loudly with feigned bravado, unaware that his two companions were already showing extreme terror on their faces.
"The smell of monsters..."
Ateliers slightly raised her head, completely ignoring the shattering ceiling and the pair of dark red dragon wings flapping wildly. Her aquamarine eyes were filled with shock and admiration as she looked at Latis.
"He said he would take me out, and he really did!"
A massive red dragon writhed in the chaotic dungeon, sending broken bricks and sharp pieces of iron flying everywhere.
Latis took a deep breath of the sulfurous air, turned his head to dodge an iron rod that seemed to have shot out from nowhere, then did a graceful ballet turn to avoid a beam that fell from the sky, and then leaned back to avoid the red dragon's sweeping claws. Grinning, he grabbed the two railings in front of Atelius.
[Magic Apprentice 24%, Level 1 Warrior 1%]
Yes, during last night's meditation, he broke through the threshold of Level One and became a glorious troublemaker!
"I'm going to beat Tmall! This is better than a cage! Drink up!"
To Atelier's utter shock, Latis, with a ferocious grin like a fang, ripped open the sturdy cage!
"Drink up, you weakling, utterly vulnerable!"
Latis casually tossed aside the broken railing, then, as if precociously catching a few fried potatoes falling from the sky, he gently wiped the potatoes on his clothes and handed them to Ateliers.
"Come on, let's have some fun! Brothers, let's charge towards a brand new future together!"
Artemis opened her mouth slightly, about to speak, but Latis forcibly fed her another piece of potato. She held the potato, watching Latis swallow it whole and walk towards the red dragon, and couldn't help but smile, then softly hummed in agreement.
“I will do everything I can to repay you, brother…”
……
"My back, my back!"
Latis approached the red dragon and was surprised to hear the cocooned dragon howling in pain.
His expression was strange, and he asked hesitantly:
"Peter Parker?"
"Waaaaah, I'm not a sex worker, I'm..."
Latis clapped his hands and nodded, saying:
"I know you are Serfal. Stop being a cocoon and get up."
“Huh?” Serfal was stunned, staring at Latis with his golden vertical pupils. “How did you know?”
“That’s right.” Latis fluently recited the words he had been organizing in his mind for days:
"Let's first align our granularity and push our individual perceptions together. After experiencing the misaligned links at higher levels, I've accumulated sufficient forward-looking expectations and possess ample intrinsic motivation within my vertical field. Next, we'll focus on your content reach and your self-empowerment—both are key points. I hope you can reduce your ego, break down the boundaries of your self-awareness, push your narrow internal environment towards an open-loop system, and align your future vision with the world, especially with me..."
Serfal:
"(???)"
"Didn't understand?" Latis frowned and clicked his tongue. "It means our goal is to move forward in a coordinated manner, transforming individual vertical directions into an integrated upstream and downstream chain..."
“I understand, I understand!” Serfa shouted, raising her claws and painfully covering her ears.
"Really? Then tell me."
"(???)"
"You still don't understand? Let me explain it to you again..."
"Master, Master, stop chanting!" Serfar rolled on the ground, shouting, "Speak dragon language! Speak dragon language!"
"Oh." Latis smiled triumphantly. "Actually, what I wanted to say was, I know you're looking for your child. I'll take you to find your child, and you'll take me and my best buddy away from here."
Serfael was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, relieved to have survived the ordeal.
"You should have said so earlier..."
“Let’s go, Artemis!” Latis turned around and was about to wave to Artemis when he found her already standing obediently behind him. She had taken off her thick hood, revealing a head of fine, soft silver hair and a cool yet gentle face.
“I’m ready, brother.” Atelier Futh nodded vigorously, her bright blue eyes fixed on Latis.
"Selfal, help my good buddy get out of his shackles!"
"Awooo!" Serfal bit down on the shackles between Atelier's hands.
However, unlike the simulation, Ateliers did not close her eyes and scream. Instead, she glanced indifferently at the ferocious red dragon and continued to look at Latis without any panic.
"Wow! What courage!" Latis rubbed his chin, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"That's very manly, bro! I take back what I said about mages being all glass cannons!"
Then, he leaped onto the red dragon, reached out his hand to Ateliers, and shouted:
"Come on, brothers, let's ride the waves together, live freely from now on, drink the strongest liquor, and learn to be the most powerful monkeys!"
Chapter 25 Two Hundred Spitting in the Car
"vomit!"
Latis clung to the red dragon's tail and began spitting out rainbows.
"Aaaaah! Don't vomit on me! Don't vomit on me!"
Serfael shrieked and couldn't help but start wagging its tail wildly.
"Stop shaking!" Latis yelled, grabbing her tail, and took a deep breath. "I know, I'll throw up two hundred on the car... Ugh!"
Artemis leaned against the red dragon's back with her arms crossed, and sighed helplessly.
Before the red dragon took off, she thought this guy was confident about everything that was going to happen. But as soon as he took off and finished his formal self-introduction, he turned pale and then started having diarrhea.
"Let's find a good place and become sworn brothers again..." Latis weakly wiped his mouth, clung tightly to the red dragon's back, moved to Atelius's side, leaned against her, and rested his head on her lap.
"Bro, your legs are so weak... ugh..."
Artemis sighed again, ignoring his strange remarks, and took off her gloves, gently pressing them against Latis's temples.
“This is good, this is good.” Latis had no time to feel his brother’s soft fingers. He took a deep breath, looked at the rapidly approaching castle, and his eyes suddenly became resolute:
“Serfar, I’ll show you the way later. Once you find the child, leave immediately. Arte, let’s sneak into the castle in the chaos. There are old magic books in the lord’s mansion that you can use, and there’s a teleportation array in the castle that we can use to leave this place.”
Artemis listened silently, a hint of confusion and conviction flashing in her eyes, and nodded.
"After flying for over ten years, this is the first time I've ever gotten airsick. It must be because Serfal's piloting skills are terrible..." Latis stood up unsteadily, grabbed Ateliers's shoulder, and asked, "Brother, are you alright?"
Artemis hesitated for a moment before speaking tentatively: