In his hand, Lin clasped an exquisite silver-white long sword, its essence infusing him with a surge of energy, propelling his spiritual attributes to an astonishing 1700. Clutching the hilt, Lin felt the soul flame within him intensify, promising an unleashing of unparalleled power.
In the fleeting span of minutes, 10,000 points had vanished from his coffers. Though what remained seemed substantial, Lin knew the deceptive nature of wealth within these hallowed exchanges. The echelons of gold-tiered armaments beckoned with their exorbitant price tags, rendering his accumulated fortune a mere pittance in their shadow.
Yet, the pursuit for might pressed him onward, and it was in this quest that the Spiritual Robe caught his gaze. Crafted by the same artisan as his sword, this robe promised further enhancement to his already formidable mental prowess. Discovering it to be part of a set, Lin's interest piqued—a rarity in his world, where the completion of such sets heralded untold power.
Without a moment's hesitation, Lin procured the robe and its kin, the Spiritual Ring, embracing the expenditure for the promise of ascension. As he adorned these artifacts, a faint silver luminescence enveloped him, drawing the eyes of onlookers. Whispers of folly and awe intermingled, yet Lin stood undeterred, his focus solely on the boon these items bestowed upon him.
The completion of the set catapulted his mental attribute to a staggering 2900, a testament to the worthiness of his investment. Amidst the incredulous stares of the crowd, Lin departed, his satisfaction and joy palpable, a stark contrast to the bewildered murmurs he left in his wake.
His next destination was the skill training hall, a sanctum where aspirants honed their craft under the guidance of ancient formations. Here, Lin sought to meld his newly acquired might with the latent potential of skill scrolls, each activation a gamble of fate.
As the first scroll dissolved into light, enveloping him in a spectacle reminiscent of a starlit sky, Lin was transported to moments of yesteryear, under the same stars but in a different world. A world where wishes were whispered to the heavens, and laughter filled the air, a cherished memory of simpler times.
In this reverie, a single star ignited, its brilliance a beacon amongst the cosmos. It surged into Lin, bestowing upon him the Skeleton Armor—a defensive mantle of bone, a shield not just for himself but for those he would stand beside. This newfound skill was not merely a bulwark against physical harm but a symbol of Lin's evolving path, a fusion of necromantic might and protective grace.
With the skeleton armor encasing him, Lin explored its confines, finding freedom within its embrace. It was a paradox of weightlessness and strength, a spectral armor that moved with him, a silent guardian against the unseen blows of fate.
Heartened by this success, Lin reached again for the scrolls, each attempt a stroke in the canvas of his destiny, a step further into the unknown depths of power that lay before him.