Chapter 113: World-Class Skill "Mad God"
So, five options may seem like a lot.
In reality, Li Meng only had one choice.
"Option One!"
[You decided to take advantage of the chaos and forcefully destroy the Sacrificial Plate of the Ancestral Tribe.]
[The Black Mountain Tribe's chief, Scarface, fought to his death to stop you.]
[The Black Mountain Tribe successfully completed their full-tribe sacrifice, summoning the Savage God Akuya.]
[The Savage God descended, and divine power brought destruction to the world.]
[The Holy Knights suffered heavy casualties and fled in disarray.]
[Faced with the divine might of the Savage God, you joined forces with Serov and Tavil to battle the Savage God.]
[You failed. Serov and Tavil perished in battle.]
[You barely escaped Black Mountain Marshlands by relying on the Physical Regeneration skill.]
[You returned to the tribe.]
[The descent of the Savage God led to the gradual wastelandification of the Goblin Forest.]
[One day, the Ghost Beastman Ghost Hand reappeared, bringing news.]
[A human hero perished in Black Mountain Marshlands, sealing the fate of the Goblin Forest's transformation into wasteland.]
[The Ghost Beastman Ghost Hand invited you to join the Demon King's army, but you refused.]
[The Ghost Beastman Ghost Hand challenged you, but you declined.]
[The Ghost Beastman Ghost Hand left, promising to return again.]
[The three-year time limit has ended.]
[Life simulation ended. Score: 100.]
[Please select your reward from the following options:]
[Consume 10 points to increase one attribute level by 1.]
[Consume 1 point to increase one attribute by 1.]
[Consume 30 points to increase Luck by 1.]
[Consume 10 points to increase the level of the Berserk skill by 1.]
[Consume 20 points to increase the level of the Iron Skin skill by 1.]
"Upgrade the Berserk skill!"
[Consumed 90 points, increasing Berserk skill level by +9.]
[Berserk skill has reached max level and automatically advanced to Mad God.]
[The Mad God skill is a world-class skill. Current host strength does not meet requirements. Skill has been sealed.]
[Evolve into a Goblin King to unlock the Mad God skill.]
"World-class skill? Sealed?"
Li Meng frowned slightly and thought deeply.
[Name: Gobumeng]
[Race: Goblin]
[Level: 35]
[Strength: 2717]
[Defense: 2664]
[Agility: 1497]
[Magic: 2399]
[Charisma: 0]
[Luck: 11]
[Devour: Consuming the flesh of magical beasts grants a chance to acquire their skills.]
[Iron Skin: LV5 (Strength +1500, Defense +1500, Agility +500)]
[Wind Blade: LV1]
[Physical Regeneration: LV5]
[Heart Speech: LV1]
[King of Ice Elements: LV1]
[Mad God (World-Class): LV1 (Sealed)]
[Limb Reinforcement: LV1 (Strength +50, Agility +50)]
[Elemental Affinity: LV1 (Magic +1000)]
[War Stomp: LV1]
"Could it be that my body isn't strong enough to handle the burden brought by Mad God?"
Li Meng could only think of this reason for the seal.
The Berserk skill already put immense stress on his body.
Using it once would leave him exhausted for days or even months.
As an advanced form of Berserk, Mad God would only bring an even greater burden.
"I was counting on using Berserk as a backup, but now it's like taking off my pants only to find no one around!"
Frustrated, Li Meng took a sip of river water.
Now, even Berserk was unusable.
On the vast river, Li Meng's big green head drifted away quickly.
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That night, the Goblin River was far from silent.
The rushing sound of water echoed endlessly.
The weather was excellent, with a full moon hanging in the sky.
The silver moonlight bathed the earth, faintly dispersing the darkness over the river.
In one section of the river, a massive fleet of ships lay anchored.
The sails on the ships had been furled, and anchors were lowered into the riverbed.
Each ship floated silently at intervals of several dozen meters, occasionally creaking under the strain of the anchors.
On the deck of each ship, clusters of flames flickered, casting a fiery glow over the river.
The fleet formed a fiery dragon drifting on the water's surface.
Silhouettes of people moved across the decks.
"Humans are all the same in any world—arrogant and self-righteous!"
About a kilometer ahead of the fleet, a green-skinned head emerged from the moonlit rippling water.
Looking at the human fleet in the distance, Li Meng mused to himself.
This was the Goblin Forest, teeming with magical beasts and Savage Tribes.
Yet humans showed no concern about their fires attracting magical beasts nearby.
"Yue E, let's head back!"
After watching for a while, Li Meng lost interest in spying.
Humans, though arrogant and self-righteous, were not fools.
Even on the river, they had guards on watch—soldiers and adventurers.
They even posted adventurers as hidden sentries in the forest on both banks.
Even if a powerful magical beast approached, it wouldn't disturb the fleet.
The adventurers in the forest would handle it themselves.
Quietly, Li Meng came and went.
Time passed bit by bit, and the night deepened.
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The next afternoon, on the Goblin River.
Under the scorching sun, a fleet sailed upstream against the current.
White sails towered high, stretching endlessly into the distance.
Because they were going against the current, the fleet moved very slowly, crawling forward like snails.
"Lord Carlos, are we almost there?"
On the foredeck of the lead ship, a High Priest approached Carlos.
Carlos pulled a magical map from his waist.
"Not far now. We'll reach the Northern Marshlands by tomorrow morning."
The High Priest smiled faintly, gazing toward the river's end.
"Once we eliminate the Savage Tribes in the Northern Marshlands, we can build a watchtower nearby. With the watchtower, inland trade routes will open. At that time, Lord Carlos, you will become the master of this new territory!"
Carlos turned to the High Priest with a stoic expression.
"Watch your words, High Priest. The Principality's territory has only one true master—His Majesty, the Lionheart King!"
Carlos's caution elicited only a chuckle from the High Priest.
He did not pursue the topic further.
"Lord Carlos, do you know why the Irisis Principality is called a 'Principality'?"
Carlos frowned.
This was a forbidden topic in the Principality.
Among the nobility, it was a taboo subject.
"The disintegration of the Holy Dragon Empire was caused by the Duke of the Southern Border. The empire is long gone, lost to the rivers of time. The empire's lords have all declared independence, yet the Southern Border Duke still retains the title of 'Duke.' Don't you find that ironic, Lord Carlos?"
The High Priest looked at Carlos with a smirk.
Carlos could not respond to the High Priest's gaze.
"Is it sentimentality, or does the Southern Border Duke harbor ambitions of reclaiming the entire Holy Dragon Empire?"
Carlos avoided the High Priest's gaze.
His expression turned cold as he looked toward the forests on the northern bank.
"Time erases everything. The previous Duke is long gone. Why cling to the glories of the past?"
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