Antares felt humiliated.

Lin Moyu had actually dared to call him a limp-legged Dragon.

“You bastard! Do you even realize limp-legged Dragon is an insult among the Dragons?” Antares roared, his attack landing and completing a kill.

“I’m going to wipe you out!” His roar echoed as a second strike followed, securing a second kill.

Lin Moyu showed no fear whatsoever, “Go ahead and wipe me out. Still need two more times.”

“You scoundrel!” Antares snapped, though Lin Moyu remained completely unfazed.

Despite his furious display, Antares was carefully controlling the power of his attacks. Earlier, they had been at high-tier God-level, but now he had raised them to half-step Transcendent God-level.

Everything was under control.

In Antares’s eyes, Lin Moyu had become a shameless scoundrel, the worst kind.

Who showed up at someone’s doorstep just to die… over and over again?

Previously, while dealing with the greater world rune, Antares had killed Lin Moyu nearly 50 times.

He estimated this round would take dozens of times as well.

For the last strike, Antares didn’t hold back and added a touch more force.

With a single strike, Lin Moyu’s body was obliterated, reduced to an unrecognizable mass.

Yet in the next instant, his talent activated. Purple light flashed, and his body was fully restored.

His soul returned to its peak state as well.

A complete rebirth, a true rebirth.

Even if his body were reduced to dust, he could still revive.

No wonder Antares found this talent ridiculously overpowered.

Once again, surging soul force flooded into the skill star core like a roaring river.

Antares sighed, “Others are stingy with their soul force… but you? You waste it like this.”

Lin Moyu split his focus, channeling soul force while replying, “This isn’t waste. I’m fighting for my life.”

After an ordinary skill was converted into a soul skill, increasing its fusion rate became extremely difficult.

The first attempt was the best opportunity.

If he seized this moment, he could avoid a lot of trouble later.

It was just like his class trait. Once a skill reached the same level as his class, it could grow alongside him as he leveled up.

The first step was always the hardest. But done right, it eliminated future obstacles.

The same principle applied here. When an ordinary skill becomes a soul skill, fusion rate could be raised most effectively during the initial soul fusion.

If this window was missed, improvement would become nearly impossible.

Just like his previous skills. Their fusion rate was stuck at the point right after conversion, and further improvement had become extremely difficult

Lin Moyu couldn’t help but regret not discovering this method sooner… and not understanding the true extent of his talent.

Minutes passed, and his soul force was depleted once more.

The skill star core still wasn’t full. He could continue.

Lin Moyu said, “Again.”

“As you wish, you scoundrel!” Antares snorted, unleashing a breath attack.

Lin Moyu perished in the breath attack.

Antares controlled the rhythm of his breath attack, counting as if keeping score: once… twice… three times…

Only after Lin Moyu had died four times did his talent activate again.

At that exact moment, Antares’s breath attack ceased.

Lin Moyu complained, “Are you using me to train your skill?”

Antares burst into laughter, “Why not? Call it recycling waste!”

“You damned Dragon!” Lin Moyu gritted his teeth, clearly irritated.

Antares wore a smug expression that practically asked Lin Moyu to come and bite him if he dared. It was infuriating.

Lin Moyu continued channeling his soul force into the skill star core and asked, “Among the geniuses of the greater world, what level of fusion rate do they usually achieve when converting ordinary skills into soul skills?”

Antares replied, “Are you asking about humans or other races?”

Lin Moyu said, “Humans.”

“Humans? Most reach around 30% to 40%. The more gifted can hit 60%, and a few prodigies manage 70%.”

Lin Moyu frowned, “No one reaches 100%?”

“There are, but they’re extremely rare. And not every law art can reach 100%. Having just one at 100% is already remarkable.”

Lin Moyu nodded. Achieving a 100% fusion rate was clearly no easy feat.

No wonder Antares had been so shocked when Deathwings reached 100%, even calling it ridiculous.

And if his remaining skills also reached that level… calling him a mere prodigy would be an understatement.

Freak might be more accurate.

Lin Moyu asked again, “What about the other races?”

Antares answered with a straight face, “About 30% to 40% on average. Gifted ones reach 60%. Top prodigies can hit 70%.”

Lin Moyu shot him a look, “How is that any different from humans?”

“It isn’t.”

Realizing he was being toyed with, Lin Moyu simply fell silent.

Antares chuckled, “Just a joke. You’re not that petty, are you?”

Lin Moyu said, “I just want to understand the greater world better.”

Antares’s tone turned serious, “Then remember this. When you go to the greater world, you must hide your talent. That’s absolutely crucial.”

He went on to explain that certain races possessed secret techniques capable of stealing other people’s talent.

While others, like the Soulkind, could seize control of another’s body. Possession was something common for them.

Lin Moyu nodded, “Understood.”

“You don’t need to ask more for now. You’ll learn when you go to the greater world. But there is one thing you should start considering.”

Antares’s expression grew solemn as he spoke.

Lin Moyu’s aura flickered as his soul force drained again. The skill star core still wasn’t satisfied.

“Ask later. Let me kill you a few more times first!” Antares excitedly released a breath attack again.

The breath attack engulfed Lin Moyu as he died again and again.

Antares seemed almost addicted to killing him, laughing wildly as he unleashed his breath attack.

Lin Moyu sighed helplessly. This guy really was unhinged—probably suppressed for far too long.

Without thinking, Lin Moyu blurted, “Do you want me to find you a female Dragon?”

“Get lost! I’ll wipe you out!” Antares roared, burning Lin Moyu into ashes.

With a flash of purple light, Lin Moyu revived once more, continuing to pour soul force into the skill star core.

Lin Moyu asked with a sigh, “Fine. What is it I need to consider?”

Antares instantly returned to his serious demeanor, like he had split personalities, “Your goal is to become world lord of this small world. At the same time, you must have this small world devour the two fragment worlds.”

“To accomplish that, you need to reach Transcending God-level. But this world is only a small world. Its limit is Transcending God-level.”

“When you can no longer advance further, you’ll face two choices.”

“First: take this entire world with you into the greater world, exposing it and letting it be baptized by the greater world’s laws.”

“Second: leave alone, and let this world remain as it is.”

Lin Moyu pondered Antares’s words, “What’s the difference?”

Antares’s voice grew heavy, “The difference is enormous…”

At that moment, Lin Moyu’s body trembled.

The skill star core was finally full. It began to spin rapidly, radiating light and heat.

Lin Moyu immediately understood. Another soul skill with a 100% fusion rate was about to be born.

A strange aura spread from his body.

“What a freak.”