"Oh oh oh! Could it be? Could it be!"
A Puki Master excitedly watched as a newly matured Fat Otaku Puki wriggled its large body, gradually breaking free from the fungal strands connecting it to the Fungal Mat, finally landing firmly on the ground with a "puff".
At the mont it touched the ground, a clear sense of telepathy connected the Puki Master’s consciousness like a bridge.
He was stunned at first, then unable to contain himself, he roared primitively, tears welling up in his eyes!
It’s a Fat Otaku Puki! This is definitely an Elite Level Puki!
Today is really a lucky day!
He couldn’t put it down as he caressed the soft and elastic plump body of the Fat Otaku Puki, suddenly rembering sothing important: "Oh right, I need to see what skills it has besides Self-Destruction..."
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt his body suddenly beco heavier, as if an invisible force was pressing on his shoulders.
"This... is this a gravity effect?!" He was sowhat surprised yet a bit disappointed.
A skill never seen on other Pukis is naturally quite rare, but judging from the effect he felt, the Skill Level seed not to be high.
Watching the Puki Master leave with his new treasure, Lin Jun decided to give the next one to draw an Elite Level Electric Rat Puki.
Recently, the Electric Rat and Earth Bear corpses rewarded by Dylan had been delivered, and the skills such as Gravity Field, Thunder Robe, Lightning Acceleration, and Electric Arc decomposed from them were all added to the Puki’s skill pool.
As for Elite Pukis?
There is no such thing as randomly drawing a Puki; Lin Jun just picked so lucky ones that he found pleasing to the eye.
Truly random would only yield weak Pukis with slightly fluctuating Attributes but ultimately not much difference.
Of course, Lin Jun didn’t give too few of them either.
Not only did he allocate so Delicious Level 7 Pukis from Xiao Hai’s ration, but he also gradually gave out several Elite Level Pukis later.
Now, for gold-level and above masters, the Puki Master subprofession didn’t hold much appeal, but once soone assembled a team of Elite Pukis, would it still lack attraction?
Imagine, as a fellow adventurer, if you don’t beco a Puki Master, it ans naturally being at a disadvantage in the sa level competition!
By that ti, it would naturally drive those still on the fence—hesitating mid-tier forces—to join in, becoming the burgeoning force of the Fungal Network’s expansion.
The more Puki Masters there are, the smoother Lin Jun’s infiltration and expansion into human society will be, and they are the main force for Lin Jun to hone and improve those rare skill levels in the future!
Lin Jun’s Skill Library is filled with a wide variety of skills, but he always used a few in daily practice.
One reason is that they are indeed practical, and another is that other skill levels are really too low.
Combat techniques like Trample, which originated from human corpses, could not hope to rapidly increase the level through Greed’s plunder.
And Lin Jun himself didn’t have so much free ti to personally train each skill.
Thus, these low-level skills naturally found little use.
But now, just combining two or three skills at will, stuffing them into a Puki, then casually tossing it to so human.
These exploration-minded Puki Masters would rack their brains to find suitable application scenarios for these skills, completing the tedious "leveling" process for Lin Jun.
Once these skill levels improve, even seemingly ordinary skills might co in handy at critical monts.
The developnt of Puki Masters has already ford a trend, needing no excessive intervention from Lin Jun, just controlling the Puki explosion rate is fine.
As for the Werewolves, Lin Jun would need to focus more effort.
...
In the vast cave once inhabited by the Fla Demon, Norris and Qiong were saying goodbye to two tall werewolves.
"Co play again next ti!" Norris waved his hand vigorously.
[Co play again next ti!] The Yellow-covered Book in Norris’s hand fulfilled its translating duty, with the corresponding Demon Race characters appearing on the pages.
The werewolf across didn’t respond with words but stepped forward and gave Norris a solid, furry hug, so forceful that he staggered a little, with many gray-blue wolf hairs sticking to the gaps in his scales.
On the other side, Qiong’s communication with another werewolf was unobstructed, and they were chatting and laughing, even planning to explore the grandeur of the northern lands together next ti.
Watching the werewolves disappear up the stairs, Qiong glanced at the slightly dazed Norris beside him in surprise.
"What’s wrong? They just live one floor up, right? You’ll see them again soon, no need to be so sentintal?"
"It’s not... uh... just..." Norris’s expression was complex, hesitating to speak, "She... turns out to be a female wolf..."
[Not only is she a female wolf, but she’s also quite fond of you] The text on the Yellow-covered Book was full of gloating.
"Senior, please don’t joke about this..." Thinking of the other’s two-heads-taller, muscular figure, Norris couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids.
[I’m not lying to you]
[When she hugged you, the emotional fluctuations transmitted through the contact... were already very close to the standard of estrus]
"But... but I’m a Half-Lizardman!" Norris’s voice carried a hint of disbelief and panic, as if even a person couldn’t be at this mont.
[It’s not like she’s asking you to have a litter of little wolf pups, just playing around. Maybe she’s just into your type... hmm, ’petite’ build?]
In fact, Norris, nearly six feet tall with trained muscles, was far from petite.
But it depends on who he’s compared with.
Compared with Louisa or the werewolves, he seed a bit petite.
Qiong cast a look of sympathetic helplessness at Norris, having no such needs or worries as a mber of the Demon Race.
Gulp—
Norris swallowed saliva, secretly resolving to apply to the boss to be transferred back to the Far North to manage prisoners...
...
The tenth level, Werewolf settlent.
The two werewolves returning full of joy were greeted by a group of elder wolves, led by the old chieftain who had been waiting for so ti, as they returned to the familiar nest area.
In the distance, many tribal mbers were watching.
"Langge, Karen," the old chieftain’s hair and beard were all white, but his explosive muscles were still intimidating, "where have you been?"
"We... we..." Langge tried to explain but was silenced by Karen’s paw pressing on his mouth.
Karen stepped forward without fear and answered loudly, "We went down! To see the outside world!"
"Nonsense!" an elder wolf shouted angrily, "It’s been strictly forbidden to approach the stairs, and you dared to defy the clan’s ban and go down on your own?!"
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