Chapter 109: Terrifying Attribute Panel
Though he had wasted several months of opportunities to use the Life Simulation system.
To be precise, he hadn't used the Life Simulation system at all in the past half year.
After all, this past half year had been spent in the transition of the future timeline.
The days were mundane and uneventful.
"Hmm, what's this..."
Suddenly, Li Meng's expression shifted.
His tall figure abruptly rose as he stood up.
Standing on the watchtower, Li Meng's gaze was fixed on the forest in the east.
After a long while, a sinister grin spread across his face.
Wielding a massive iron rod in his right hand, he gave it a swing.
"Finally, it's here!"
Li Meng leaped from the watchtower.
With a loud "crack," the wooden floorboards shattered.
Li Meng's tall figure shot up like a cannonball.
Leaping dozens of meters through the air, he landed heavily in the barren wasteland outside the wooden walls.
Standing in the wasteland, Li Meng held his massive iron rod, waiting for the "guest" to arrive.
Not long after, there was movement in the forest to the east.
Moments later, a figure, not particularly tall, emerged from the forest.
Its skin was dark brown, and it had a pair of horns on its head.
Its lower body was composed of two long, furry legs ending in hooves.
Though not towering in stature, it was extremely muscular.
Standing at two meters tall, it carried a massive sword on its shoulder.
Its eyes were golden, and it exuded an aura of intense ferocity.
"Haha, interesting! A goblin like you is indeed special!"
Noticing that Li Meng was waiting outside the gate of the wooden stronghold, the Ghost Beastman chuckled, excitement gleaming in its eyes as it laughed heartily.
It stopped in its tracks, standing two hundred meters apart from Li Meng.
For a moment, the area fell into dead silence.
Standing in the wasteland before the wooden stronghold, Li Meng expressionlessly scrutinized the Ghost Beastman.
[Ghost Beastman (Elite)]
[Level: 67]
[Strength: 1991]
[Defense: 1961]
[Agility: 2411]
[Magic Power: 1771]
[Demon Lord Contract: LV2 (Immune to mental magic)]
[Berserk: LV3]
[Warcry: LV4]
[Super Physique: LV3 (Strength +600, Defense +600, Agility +600)]
[Charged Strike: LV4]
[Super Leap: LV3 (Agility +600)]
[Flash Assault: LV2]
[Ancestral Blessing: LV5 (All attributes +500)]
[Ancestral Protection: LV3]
[Demonic Physique: LV2 (All attributes +200)]
[Note: Consuming skills will establish a master-servant contract with the Demon Lord.]
Li Meng was thrilled by the Ghost Beastman's attribute panel.
But the last line of information made him roll his eyes.
"Damn it, are you kidding me?"
Li Meng couldn't help but curse inwardly.
This guy was absurdly strong, with ten skills in total.
Li Meng had initially thought that devouring it would exponentially increase his strength.
But before he could feel any joy, he saw the cost.
He had no intention of becoming the servant of a Demon Lord.
At that moment, the Ghost Beastman moved again.
Studying Li Meng, the Ghost Beastman repeatedly nodded.
Its demeanor resembled someone evaluating a valuable item or tool.
It grinned wickedly, raising its massive sword.
The sword pointed directly at the goblin warrior not far away.
"Goblin, I am Ghost Hand, a centurion of the Demon Lord's army. Surrender, or die!"
Its roar echoed powerfully, reaching Li Meng's ears.
From this goblin warrior, Ghost Hand could sense an overwhelming aura.
Even it felt a sense of oppression when facing that aura.
This left Ghost Hand astonished.
Even a Goblin King was trash in its eyes.
It could crush one with just a single finger.
Yet this goblin warrior managed to exude an aura that oppressed it.
Li Meng grinned, spinning the massive iron rod and resting it on his shoulder.
"If you want me to surrender, let's see if you have what it takes!"
Though Ghost Hand lacked a skill like "Mind Speech," it could still speak the goblin language.
This piqued Li Meng's curiosity about how it managed to do so.
"A mere goblin, so arrogant!"
Ghost Hand's expression darkened, its face filled with murderous intent.
"Today, I'll show you that goblins are always goblins. No matter how strong they get, they're still trash!"
As soon as it finished speaking, Ghost Hand took a large step forward.
"Boom!"
The moment its right foot hit the ground, there was a loud explosion.
With a "boom," a shockwave spread out, and Ghost Hand's figure vanished in a flash.
Ghost Hand didn't truly vanish; instead, it shot forward like a bullet.
The ground beneath its feet caved in with a resounding "boom."
Its speed was so fast that it was almost invisible.
Only a fleeting shadow could be seen darting across the wasteland.
This was quickly followed by the sound of air being torn apart.
"So fast!"
In Li Meng's eyes, Ghost Hand's figure blurred.
In the blink of an eye, it appeared right in front of him.
Li Meng hurriedly swung the massive iron rod toward it.
Li Meng's movements were also incredibly fast, too swift for ordinary people to follow.
"Too slow, goblin!"
A cold snort came from Ghost Hand as it suddenly vanished beneath Li Meng's iron rod.
It seemed to teleport, disappearing from right in front of Li Meng.
The massive iron rod, missing its target, crashed heavily into the ground.
Dust flew up, dirt and stones scattered everywhere.
The ground before Li Meng was left with a large crater.
At almost the same moment, Ghost Hand reappeared behind Li Meng.
Holding its sword with one hand, it struck Li Meng's waist with the flat side of the blade.
"Boom!"
A dull thud echoed.
With a loud "crack," several bones in Li Meng's waist were broken.
His towering figure was sent flying.
He flew dozens of meters before crashing into the wooden wall with a "bang."
"Boom!"
A large section of the wooden wall collapsed from the impact.
Even after breaking through the wall, Li Meng's momentum didn't stop.
He smashed through several large trees before finally tumbling to the ground.
He slid another several dozen meters before coming to a stop.
"Impressive!"
The excruciating pain in his organs made Li Meng suck in a breath of cold air.
Grinning grimly, he leaped up from the ground, seemingly full of life.
Looking at the collapsed wooden wall outside the forest, Li Meng let out a furious roar.
"Ghost Beastman, I'll kill you and use your head as a urinal!"
Fighting against a strong opponent filled Li Meng with exhilaration.
He could feel his body boiling with energy.
A force within him was yearning to erupt.
He craved to unleash it, to feel pain, to endure injuries.
"Roar!"
The surging bloodlust intoxicated Li Meng.
Opening his mouth, he let out an ecstatic roar.
His Berserk skill activated on its own.
In the dim forest, Li Meng's tall frame began to crackle audibly.
A thick, bloody aura emanated from his body.
The oppressive atmosphere and murderous intent filled the air.
His skin turned from green to reddish-brown.
The veins under his skin pulsed red, resembling worms crawling across his body and face.
At this moment, Li Meng had become utterly terrifying—a true monster.
The surrounding air radiated with intense heat.
"Berserk? Interesting!"
A cold snort sounded again, followed by the whistle of air being torn apart.
Like an arrow, Ghost Hand shot into the forest.
Gripping its massive sword with both hands, it appeared before Li Meng in an instant.
The Ghost Beastman grinned savagely, raising its sword high.
The blade came slashing down toward Li Meng's shoulder.