Chapter 5

After the goblin, a beautiful, dark-skinned long-eared creature was soon teleported into the grand hall.

She was beautiful, but her dark complexion did not meet Li Mo's aesthetic standards, always reminding him of black pearls and African girls. However, the newcomer was dressed provocatively, with barely any fabric covering her body, and it was all semi-transparent. Her fiery appearance was no less than that of the goblin.

She wore a see-through short nightgown, revealing her long, hot legs, and a pair of full, round melons that trembled constantly. The waistband on her side was barely visible, and this was an evil drow elf.

Suddenly entering the cycle hall, the drow elf was taken aback, especially when she saw two humans facing each other from a distance and a goblin curled up in the corner, quietly munching on chicken wings to replenish energy. Her expression became even more puzzled.

However, it didn't take long for the elf to hear a voice in her head. She first widened her eyes in surprise, then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She glanced at Li Mo again and finally swayed her way toward the other young man.

It was obvious that the young man with the good looks on the other side looked much stronger than Li Mo. The difference between the two was so obvious that one was a withered dogwood grass, and the other was a blooming sunflower.

Weikuo was only fourteen years old, a low-level thug who had just joined a gang. He was now covered in blood, wearing a torn leather armor, looking utterly destitute and wretched. The young man, on the other hand, had a head of radiant golden hair, handsome and suave, dressed in fine equipment, and exuding a positive and energetic spirit, clearly superior.

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After about twenty more minutes, a blood-soaked half-orc appeared in the cycle hall. He slammed his battle axe into the ground and roared at Li Mo, his bloodshot eyes radiating madness and aggression.

Li Mo, who was sitting on the ground, immediately flipped to his feet, planning to flee backward. But at that moment, the half-orc stopped, the bloodshot eyes fading, and he looked around the cycle hall in surprise.

He then paused, probably hearing the explanation of the 'cycle hall.' He clenched his fists and punched himself several times, even knocking out a tooth, before picking up his battle axe and walking in the opposite direction of the goblin.

Thus, there were now five people in the cycle hall: Li Mo, who unexpectedly inherited the 'relic of the cycle traveler,' a valuable young man with golden hair, a drow elf wearing a see-through nightgown and showing black hair, a half-orc with a battle axe, and a goblin who had eaten all the chicken wings and was now sitting there with empty hands.

What a bizarre group. Except for the drow and the young man who were together, everyone else was on high alert.

Suddenly, a white light flashed again, and a cute little girl with a huge backpack suddenly appeared. Her first sight was the blood-soaked half-orc, and she opened her mouth to scream but quickly covered it with her hand, her eyes filled with fear.

The half-orc snorted disdainfully and did not make any sudden moves. The little girl quickly turned around and saw the goblin leering at her, which frightened her again, causing her to stumble and sit on the ground.

Then, the little girl noticed the drow and the young man, as well as Li Mo, who was sitting cross-legged alone on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, the little girl, despite her fear and unease, slowly approached Li Mo.

At this moment, Li Mo's appearance was not good. His clothes were soaked in blood and had dried and hardened. Compared to the blood-soaked half-orc, he was only slightly better. The goblin was also covered in mud, looking like he hadn't bathed in a long time.

The only ones who looked relatively presentable were the drow in the silky nightgown and the young man in silver armor. However, for some reason, the little girl chose Li Mo, who was covered in blood and seemed less reliable.

"Big brother, my name is Tong'en. Can I stay with you?" The little girl dragged her backpack, which was almost as big as herself, and timidly asked Li Mo.

Li Mo looked down at his blood-soaked clothes and asked in confusion, "Why choose me? That guy looks better, doesn't he?"

Li Mo's voice was low, but the cycle hall was so quiet that even a pin dropping could be heard. Therefore, his question was also heard by the others, who all perked up their ears.

Everyone was trapped here, and according to the explanation of the cycle hall, they were about to face a trial. Everyone present was a potential teammate. Even if they disliked each other, they couldn't fight and kill each other. At least, no one wanted to try the punishment of losing a thousand points for killing a teammate.

The little girl looked around furtively and said, "My mom said that drow elves are all bad women! That pretty boy must not be a good person. My mom told me to be careful of pretty boys and to be wary of lolicon."

Hearing this, the drow couldn't help but laugh, mocking the young man with a carefree look. The young man's face darkened, and he glared at the little girl, harboring resentment toward Li Mo as well.

"Big brother, can I sit here?"

Hearing the drow's laughter, the little girl shrank back in fear and looked at Li Mo with even more pleading.

"Sit down. What are you carrying in that big backpack?" Li Mo was somewhat different from Weikuo. He came from a harmonious era on Earth and had a natural protective instinct toward harmless little girls like Tong'en. This was a natural instinct, unrelated to being a lolicon.

The little girl seemed to have no guard up and, perhaps sensing Li Mo's kindness, answered directly, "I'm running away from home. Then I heard a voice asking if I wanted to go to an interesting place far away, and I agreed. By the way, big brother, what's your name?"

"Victor."

"Oh!"

The little girl chattered on, but Li Mo didn't say much more. Instead, he continued to immerse himself in the spatial equipment, selecting the items he didn't recognize to sell and repay his debt.

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In the past half-hour, he had spent thousands of points, continuously exchanging for various basic writing and language proficiencies. A large amount of ancient writing, demon language, and elven language flowed into his brain like a flood.

This knowledge infusion seemed to be a form of mental magic in the 'Sithheim world.' Mages of intermediate level and above could do this, extracting knowledge fragments and integrating them into the soul, similar to copying data onto a hard drive.

Although these basic language skills existed in his brain, he couldn't immediately integrate them. It was like learning a foreign language; when he saw a word, his brain would search for the corresponding meaning and then convert it into a language he understood. Therefore, reading was slow and difficult, requiring long-term practice and adaptation.

However, with these basic abilities, he could finally read the information left by the previous owner of the relic.

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How is the new introduction? Does it lack the charm of Wang Situ?

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