Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Endurance: 12 (100)

Constitution: 12 (100)

Occupational inheritance: [Black Swordsman]

Energy: 300740.01/1000000"

Looking at his five-dimensional attribute value, Chen Mo sighed.

In the past few days, he has slaughtered monsters on the upper level almost five or six times a day, but his attribute value has not increased at all, and today he ventured into the middle level, and the return is only a little increase in stamina, from 11 to 12 , other attributes remain motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

If it were a white-haired brat exercising crazily like him, it is estimated that all attributes have reached H (20), right?

Longing for it wholeheartedly, the upgrade link of the white-haired little devil, as long as there is an object of longing, it can activate the precocious effect and speed up his growth.

It's funny to say it, since he obviously stepped in. Not only did he join the Hestia family before the white-haired kid, but he also killed the Minotaur that he was supposed to meet, and even more so. He was not allowed to meet a certain swordswoman, but this brat still awakened the skill he longed for.

And as the object of longing, it is Chen Mo, the eldest brother of the Hestia family.

"How long will it take to upgrade like this..."

Thinking of the Lv.3, Lv.4, Lv.5... and the huge amount of experience points needed for future upgrades, Chen Mo felt his eyes go dark.

There is no bright future!

Although he intends to go back to the middle level and continue to gain experience for a while, with his current attributes, even if the [Lone Player]'s passive stack is full, he can't support the continuous crazy attacks of various monsters, so Chen Mo can only wait for the time being. Quit the middle level and continue to be his "Killing God" in the upper level.

Obviously has the strength of high-end operation, but it can only be played with plastic grade children... Although the feeling of abusing food is really good, it will be boring after playing for a long time.

However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. In the case that it cannot easily enter the middle layer, no matter how small the piece of meat is, Chen Mo can only swallow it with his eyes closed.

It's better to have something than nothing...

……

evening.

After spending a day hunting mobs in the dungeon, when Chen Mo walked out of the Tower of Babel, the western sky had already been dyed crimson.

Night is coming.

Because he didn't bring Bell and Lily with him today, at this moment, Chen Mo had a different idea.

Maybe... find a place to have a drink?

Following the direction of the adventurers on their way home in the square, Chen Mo quickly entered the street lined with shops.

Looking around the shops on both sides of the street, Chen Mo quickly found his target - the tavern.

I don't know what the wine of Olalie will taste like...

He licked his lips, just as Chen Mo was about to walk to the tavern.

A loud voice as thick as a subwoofer sounded behind him.

"found it."

"Ok?"

Although there were many people on the street at the moment, the moment Chen Mo heard the voice, he was sure that the other party was definitely talking to him.

Because he felt it, a will against him.

Not malicious, not murderous, or anything bad.

The other party just cared about him, which made him feel tight in his heart.

Who is it?

Turning around stiffly, an unbelievably tall and strong body cast a shadow like an iron tower, enveloping him.

"Oh... it?"

He has a muscular figure, but it doesn't make people feel bloated. The brown pupils reveal a certain degree of pressure. Just being watched by him will make people tremble.

The king of the entire labyrinth city, the absolute powerhouse of Lv.7, Ota.

What is he doing to himself?

Chen Mo resisted the urge to run away and draw his sword, and looked at the strong man in front of him.

Looking down at Chen Mo's dark eyes, Oitai opened his mouth, and a deep voice that seemed to be able to oppress the soul came out of his mouth.

"you know me?"

"!!!"

In an instant, in Chen Mo's eyes, the whole world disappeared.

There is only this devil-like man in front of him.

Too strong, too strong, too strong, too strong...

All thoughts, all thinking space, were all occupied by the opponent's overwhelming strength, his chest and back began to feel hot at the same time, and every time he took a breath, his nasal cavity was filled with bloody breath.

Under the overly strong oppression, Chen Mo even subconsciously turned on the sword pressure.

And at the same time as a sharp sword intent rose from him...