Chapter 301 - 33: Reaching the Standard of a Level 2 Apprentice, the Noble Lady’s Special Instruction

Chapter 301: Chapter 33: Reaching the Standard of a Level 2 Apprentice, the Noble Lady’s Special Instruction

Mo Ning listened to the Flower’s congratulations, thinking to himself, ’Open attribute panel.’

Lines of attributes flashed like a flowing stream.

[Spiritual Strength: 3.68 points.]

[Physical Strength: 0.35 points.]

[Spiritual Resilience: 1.16 points.]

[Gao Lei Factor (Divination Calculation Factor): 3.28 points.]

[Main Magic Pool: 197.2 points.]

[Secondary Magic Pool: 21.2 points.]

[Affiliated Magic Pool: 12.2 points.]

[Total Magic Pool Capacity: 230.6 points.]

After consuming the Soul Spirit Water, the digestion process had lasted a total of 58 hours, and his Spiritual Strength had increased by a cumulative 2.57 points.

It was a truly shocking number.

Compared to the 2.53 points predicted by the Eye of Truth yesterday, the final increase was 0.04 points higher.

For a First Level Apprentice, a Total Magic Pool Capacity of 230.6 points was an outrageous figure, firmly on par with a Second Level Apprentice.

A Second Level Apprentice who had just formed their second Spirit Ring typically only had a total Magic Pool of just over 200 points.

Mo Ning let out a satisfied sigh.

After nearly five months of hard work, he finally had enough combat strength to protect himself. He was no longer a rookie that the Second Level Apprentice, Lai Te, could casually dismiss.

"MEOW—"

A sudden meow rang out.

The Star-Patterned Lynx cub leaped nimbly onto the wooden table. It crouched beside the Divination Scripture, watching its master with golden eyes.

This little creature was certainly full of Spirituality. It had quickly adapted to life in the Cabin in the Woods and figured out who its master was.

The cub’s instincts made it crave a powerful protector; otherwise, it never would have survived in the dangerous jungle. That was why adopting the little lynx had been exceptionally smooth.

The little creature seemed to sense its master’s joyful mood. It seized the chance to get some attention, extending its right paw to tap at Mo Ning’s hand.

The meaning behind the gesture was obvious—’Pet me.’

Mo Ning chuckled and indulged the little lynx’s wish.

He reached out and stroked it a few times, then casually cast the Vibration Trick, giving the little creature a one-of-a-kind deep massage.

The Magic Vibration spread through its muscles, bringing a unique kind of pleasure.

The Iron-Horned War Rhinoceroses had already proven that once an animal experienced this deep massage, it would become completely addicted to the sensation.

Because they live in the wild, surrounded by danger, they must remain constantly vigilant, making their muscles more prone to tension.

The little lynx purred in delight, rolling over on the table to expose its soft belly—a gesture of absolute trust.

The white, star-like spots on its fur visibly brightened, a phenomenon that only occurred when it was in a state of extreme bliss.

Mo Ning granted the little creature’s wish, stroking its belly a couple of times before playfully flicking its pointed ears with his finger. "Alright," he said with a smile, "I need to get some rest."

Over the past two days of digesting the Spiritual Power, he hadn’t gotten any proper sleep, only managing a few short naps. He was truly exhausted now.

Even his reading efficiency with the Divination Books had dropped considerably compared to yesterday.

"MEOW—"

The little lynx meowed, licked its master’s hand, and obediently hopped off the wooden table.

The jolt of its landing shook a few loose hairs from its coat. It was shedding its baby fur, so it was losing a few strands from time to time.

As if spotting an enemy, the cleaning roller zipped over at top speed and tidied up the hairs on the floor.

The little lynx crouched where it was, staring curiously at the roller.

The roller circled the little lynx several times, almost as if it were scolding it.

A slight smile touched Mo Ning’s lips as he watched.

Thanks to the [Animal Behavior Analysis Model] provided by his cheat, he instantly knew what the little lynx was thinking—it wanted to hop onto the roller and experience the sensation of moving around on top of it.

He immediately put a stop to its reckless idea. "Don’t do that."

The little lynx glanced at its master, then sulkily turned and headed outside, intending to play near the cabin for a while.

Having lived in the Cabin in the Woods for several months, Mo Ning felt more and more that there was something profound about this place. It was far more than just a simple "Constant Interior Space Expansion Witchcraft."

Take the cleaning roller, for example. The thing looked unremarkable, but he was almost certain it had been personally crafted by the former headmaster, Lord Martin.

Based on his observations, the roller had already developed a simple mechanical intelligence—it would constantly adjust its cleaning strategy in response to changes in its environment.

It even observed Mo Ning’s daily routine, learning the general pattern of when he would enter the cabin. It would then wait by the door in advance to immediately clean up any dust brought in on his Sheepskin Boots.

The underlying strategic logic was remarkably close to human-like thinking.

An ordinary cleaning roller, on the other hand, would only rigidly follow its programming, at most going over a particularly dirty spot a few extra times.

That was why Mo Ning had stopped the little lynx from playing with the roller.

He also had a faint sense that the cabin held many hidden secrets, but with his current abilities, he was powerless to uncover them.

He recalled the reward he received upon completing the hidden assessment. The exact wording had been, "You have obtained permanent residency in the Cabin in the Woods," which confirmed his suspicions.

Just "residency," not "ownership," said it all.

「Soon.」

In the bedroom, Mo Ning lay on the faintly fragrant bed, his consciousness quickly sinking into the world of dreams.

He was dreaming again.

Mo Ning dreamed:

He was strolling through a forest, but the surrounding birch trees were twisted, standing like grotesque tentacles rooted in the earth. The sight was horrifying.

Yet he felt nothing was amiss.

After walking for a while, he was attacked by a horde of Screaming Goblins. Their numbers were staggering, swarming as far as the eye could see.