Disastrous Necromancer

The bell in the Dungeon Hall rang out, marking a new record. Someone had timed Lin Moyu’s entry and was now exclaiming, “My god, 15 minutes! It’s a new record, a real new record!”

"Hah, another unbeatable record! This one might stand for a century—or even forever."

"Godly General Lin keeps setting records that feel impossible to surpass. How are we supposed to keep up?"

"Look at it differently: Godly General Lin has set a series of goals for future generations to strive for."

"Exactly! Haven't we always surpassed our predecessors and grown stronger?"

Just by viewing the question from another angle, they arrived at a completely different answer.

When the record flashed above the dungeon, it read: 15 minutes, 33 seconds.

For a hell rank dungeon, the speed was staggering. Many thought it would take that long merely to sprint through the dungeon.

Lin Moyu emerged from the dungeon only to dive back in, raiding it over and over, collecting four Wind Crystal Fragments with each run. His goal was clear: five raids to gather 20 Wind Crystal Fragments, enough to create four Wind Crystals. He planned to fuse two with his Elemental Divine Stones and keep the others as spares.

Within an hour, he had completed four runs, each around the 15-minute mark. For the final run, however, Lin paused, gazing at his record above the dungeon, contemplating ways to go even faster.

He hadn’t noticed the crowd gathering around him, all watching with awe. Their eyes held a look of unwavering reverence for Lin Moyu.

As he pondered, an idea sparked in his mind—one he was eager to put to the test, "Forget about EXP—let's focus purely on speed. It’s worth a try."