Chapter 396: How Did You Become A Lackey Of The Demon Worship Society?

The moment the First Fruit entered Lin Moyu’s mouth, it burst into a flood of juice.

His face twisted instantly, his body convulsing as if struck by lightning.

Lin Mohan’s expression tensed, “What’s wrong?”

Lin Moyu’s face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and forced out a single word: “Bitter!”

It was a bitterness beyond comprehension.

It was the opposite of the sweetness he had tasted earlier—so intense it felt unbearable. Lin Moyu had never encountered anything this bitter in his life. The sensation spread like an electric current, surging from his tongue through every nerve, every blood vessel, invading every fiber of his being.

Then—boom! A terrifying surge of energy erupted within him.

Lin Moyu had been closely monitoring his attributes since consuming the First Fruit. Previously, after eating five High-rank Fruits, his four main attributes had reached 1,000.

But now, under the overwhelming power of the First Fruit, they skyrocketed.

1,100… 1,200…

Every second, they surged by another 100 points.

In the blink of an eye, his attributes had surpassed 2,000.

The bitterness showed no sign of fading.

Lin Moyu’s brow remained tightly furrowed.

Lin Mohan asked anxiously, “How is it? How do you feel?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, forcing out a single word: “Bitter!”

That was all he could say.

At that moment, everything felt bitter, including even the air he breathed.

Then, the side effects hit.

As his attributes surged, a massive force erupted within him, slamming into his body like a tidal wave.

Yet, every ounce of damage was absorbed by the skeletons under his control. He remained completely unaffected.

This force wasn’t overwhelmingly destructive, but since it originated from within, no external defense could block it.

There was no other option but to endure it head-on.

Lin Moyu doubted anyone else could withstand it.

Yet, for him, this level of damage was negligible.

Compared to the Bloodthirsty Python’s heart meat he ate during his second class awakening, this was nothing.

But the bitterness…

Lin Moyu finally reached his limit. He couldn’t endure the bitterness any longer.

Desperate, he grabbed a High-rank Fruit and took a bite.

The moment it entered his mouth, his hopes were crushed—the bitterness exploded on his taste buds once more.

The fruit’s natural sweetness was instantly consumed, swallowed whole by the overwhelming bitterness, making it even worse.

Lin Mohan watched, concerned. But there was nothing she could do to help.

She could tell that, despite his suffering, Lin Moyu wasn’t actually in any real danger.

Relaxing slightly, she chuckled, “Don’t worry, Moyu. If you can’t hold on, it’s fine. I promise to collect your corpse and keep it in one piece!”

Lin Moyu stared at her, dumbfounded.

Was she really his sister?! Did she have to be so heartless?!

Just then, Ning Yiyi and Mo Yun rushed over—only to find Lin Moyu looking like he had just swallowed the most bitter thing in existence.

Lin Moyu reached a trembling hand toward Ning Yiyi, “Do you… have any candy?”

Ning Yiyi nodded, “Yes, I do.”

She pulled out a handful of greenish candies and placed them in his palm.

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu tossed a few into his mouth—

Boom.

A terrifying mix of bitterness and intense spiciness erupted, surging through his nasal cavity and setting his taste buds ablaze.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Now it wasn’t just bitter—it was bitter and spicy. An unbearable, nightmarish combination.

Lin Mohan blinked and turned to Ning Yiyi, “What kind of candy did you give him?”

Ning Yiyi tilted her head, “I had it specially made—Bitter Melon & Wasabi Candy.”

Lin Mohan froze for a second before bursting into laughter, clutching her forehead, “I can’t believe such a thing even exists! This is hilarious!”

Lin Moyu heard every word, but he was powerless to react.

The sheer force of the bitterness and spiciness had overwhelmed him completely.

Ning Yiyi, noticing his distress, asked, “Sister Mohan, what’s wrong with Moyu?”

Lin Mohan, still chuckling, waved a hand dismissively, “He’s fine. He’ll be back to normal soon.”

And indeed, Lin Moyu was fine. Any potential damage had been absorbed by his skeletal army.

At level 45, his summon space had expanded to hold 750 units.

At this time, he commanded 25 undead legions—over 19,000 skeletons in total. Among them were 25 Lich Generals, each boasting absurdly high physique.

Unless the First Fruit’s side effects were potent enough to wipe them all out simultaneously, there was no chance of it actually harming Lin Moyu.

Meanwhile, his attributes continued to soar, each passing second stretching into eternity.

It was then that he truly understood—the extremes of bitterness were beyond human endurance.

Finally, after two grueling minutes, the bitterness faded.

Lin Moyu immediately checked his attributes—his four attributes had reached 10,000 each.

At first glance, it didn’t seem too high. But in reality? It was ten times greater than Ning Yiyi’s.

Yet, the most significant change wasn’t in those attributes.

But the most important gain wasn’t in his four basic attributes. As Lin Mohan had mentioned, the real prize was in perception—a hidden attribute.

Unlike strength or agility, perception didn’t show immediate effects. Its benefits were subtle, unfolding gradually over time.

Despite the massive increase in his attributes, Lin Moyu didn’t feel any different.

Wasting no time, he grabbed another High-rank Fruit and bit into it, letting its sweet juice wash away the last traces of lingering bitterness.

However, as he swallowed, he realized something—

High-rank Fruits could no longer increase his attributes.

10,000 was the limit.

Meanwhile, Lin Mohan patted her slightly bulging belly, “Alright, let’s go.”

She had consumed a total of ten High-rank Fruits, boosting her attributes to 2,000—far surpassing Ning Yiyi.

The group moved forward, crossing through the orchard and exiting via another passage.

Outside, they emerged on the opposite side of the mountain, where vast orchards stretched across the landscape.

Unlike the hidden grove inside the mountain, these fields contained only Low-rank and Mid-rank Fruits.

Occasionally, a High-rank Fruit could be found, but that was all.

As they stepped out, the cave entrance behind them sealed shut.

It was a one-way passage.

Just then, Mo Yun frowned, “…Why is it so quiet?”

Although few had entered the ancestral land and the orchards were vast, it shouldn’t be this quiet.

Lin Moyu suddenly spoke, “Be careful. Something’s not right.”

Without hesitation, he moved to the front, taking the lead.

At this moment, with no undead army and no Bone Armor, he had only Damage Transfer to rely on. He had to be extra cautious.

After walking for a while, they heard the unmistakable sounds of battle.

The air trembled with energy fluctuations, and screams rang out.

“Someone’s fighting.”

The group exchanged glances before quickly rushing forward.

Passing through a garden, they emerged into a wide-open space—

Practically everyone who had entered the ancestral land was gathered here.

In the open space, a battle raged.

To be precise, a dozen-plus people were besieging a single opponent.

Their weapons—sword, blade, bow and arrow—gave away their classes: Knight, Warrior, and Archer.

It was clear that they had all eaten the fruits. Their skills were sealed, their attributes severely weakened.

Every attack was nothing more than a basic strike.

Yet, the lone figure they surrounded stood unfazed.

He, too, was a Knight, wielding a sword.

But unlike the others, he remained calm and composed, his expression indifferent.

With each swing of his sword, sword qi erupted, forcing back multiple attackers at once.

“He hasn’t eaten the fruits.” Lin Moyu immediately realized it.

While the others had their skills sealed and attributes weakened, the besieged Knight remained at full power.

Right now, he was merely toying with them—a cat playing with mice.

Nearby, a group of Mage-type class users stood helplessly.

With their skills sealed, they were completely defenseless.

Two figures lay on the ground, still breathing but clearly severely injured.

Just as Lin Moyu and his group arrived, the besieged Knight suddenly laughed heartily, “Everyone’s finally here. It’s time to end this little game.”

A powerful radiance surged from his body, and in an instant—

Bang!

A shockwave erupted, sending all of his attackers flying backward.

Then, beneath his feet, a blue ring of light bloomed.

A split second later, that same blue glow appeared beneath everyone’s feet.

An icy breath swept through the area.

Sacred Light Knight skill—Freezing Ring!

It was a powerful crowd-control skill that froze enemies in place, drastically slowing their movements.

In dungeons, this skill excelled at crowd control.

Against people? It was just as effective.

In an instant, everyone—except Lin Moyu—was caught in its freezing grip. Their movements slowed, their faces twisted in despair.

The Knight raised his sword, pointing it forward, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Mo Yun’s expression darkened, “A Sacred Light Knight… He must be from the Zhou Family.”

Lin Moyu’s gaze remained steady, “Not just the Zhou Family—he’s an old acquaintance. You all stay back. I’ll handle this.”

He took a step forward, his voice calm, “Zhou Lesheng, it’s you, isn’t it?”

Zhou Lesheng stiffened for a brief moment before letting out a booming laugh, “I didn’t expect you to recognize me. Lin Moyu, you really are something!”

As he spoke, his appearance began to shift, his features warping until he revealed his true form—Zhou Lesheng.

His eyes burned with hatred as he locked onto Lin Moyu, “I’m curious—how did you recognize me?”

Lin Moyu replied calmly, “I’m just as curious—how did you become a lackey of the Demon Worship Society? Was it just you, or has the entire Zhou Family fallen?"