Chapter 11: Harvest and Reward

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Rushing over, Mo Xuanyu immediately received a prompt from the Sacred Geometry system. He saw Mo Xiao standing nearby, wiping the blood off the blade of his sword.

“Well done.” The Chosen Squad had been completely wiped out, and Mo Xuanyu let out a sigh of relief.

He approached and picked up a green-quality longsword from the black-haired youth’s hand, handing it to Mo Xiao to replace his ordinary sidearm.

A good sword could significantly enhance combat effectiveness.

Generally, as long as a Chosen does not store their equipment in their inventory before death, their items become loot after they die.

Although Mo Xuanyu had not officially entered the Sacred Geometry system yet, he clearly understood this—it was the spoils of victory.

He also gathered the fire mage’s staff, the healer Duoduo’s staff, and Yanyang’s great hammer.

These weapons were all at least green quality, with the fire mage’s staff reaching blue quality, potentially fetching a good number of points later.

The bodies of deceased Chosen did not remain but turned to dust and vanished.

When Mo Xuanyu and Mo Xiao returned to the convoy, Eric had already commanded the soldiers to tally the casualties.

They had suffered heavy losses this time—almost all logistics personnel were wiped out, the number of soldiers was down to one-third, and one of the three junior knights had died.

Before setting out, Eric never imagined the assassination attempt would be so brutal. The four extraordinary warriors from the rebel factions nearly cost him his life.

“Prince Eric, could I trouble you for a favor when we return to the capital?” Mo Xuanyu approached Eric.

Mo Xiao, dressed in a bloodstained black coat, quietly followed behind. He appeared relaxed but kept his right hand on the sword hilt, remaining alert.

“You name it. Anything I can help with, I will,” Eric replied readily.

Now calm, Eric had begun to entertain thoughts of recruiting the powerful Mo Xuanyu and Mo Xiao, so his attitude was naturally cordial.

“There was a civilian staff member among the dead named Will. Could you help apply for his compensation and pension? He has children at home who need the money.”

Mo Xuanyu needed Eric’s assistance because the empire’s finances were in dire straits—ordinary soldiers’ pensions were impossible to pay out.

Will was just a regular civilian employee; normally, after his death, his family wouldn’t even be guaranteed a pension or the return of his ashes.

But with Eric’s intervention as a prince, this was a simple matter of adding Will to the casualty list.

In this decaying dynasty’s twilight, families of fallen soldiers often had to pull strings just to receive a pension.

“No problem,” Eric said immediately—it was nothing to him.

“Thank you,” Mo Xuanyu nodded and turned away.

As Eric watched his figure fade under the moonlight, he suddenly realized Mo Xuanyu was exactly his ideal type.

Handsome, gentle, and serene, yet not weak; he lived by his own set of principles, truly captivating.

If Mo Xuanyu were merely good-looking, Eric would hardly have noticed him—he disliked the weak and had no interest in pretty but useless people.

But Mo Xuanyu was not only beautiful but powerful beyond measure, which made Eric see him in a different light.

The colder Mo Xuanyu was toward him, the more curious Eric became, eager to have such talent at his disposal.

Hmm?

Mo Xiao, who had been following Mo Xuanyu, suddenly glanced back, his dark eyes icy under the moonlight as he stared coldly at Eric before quickly averting his gaze.

Eric inexplicably felt a chill deep in his heart. He looked around but saw nothing unusual, then turned and left.

The convoy took a brief rest while the soldiers barely managed to repair one carriage with the remaining materials.

Eric had wanted to invite Mo Xuanyu to share the carriage, but the latter had already mounted his horse, silently studying a map without even glancing at him.

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Eric reluctantly tore his gaze away and gave the order: “Let’s go. We must hurry back; we have no logistical support left.”

Elsewhere, Mo Xuanyu asked Mo Xiao to hold his horse. Using the guise of studying the map, he began reviewing the gains from this side mission.

First was 1,000 points, which he didn’t need immediately but would become essential once he officially entered Sacred Geometry.

Then there was a blue equipment chest—a reward given to Chosen by Sacred Geometry for completing missions or defeating bosses, offering a chance to obtain various chests.

Equipment chests could yield all kinds of gear; there were also item chests, weapon chests, and so on.

Mo Xuanyu selected to use the chest from his system panel, and it opened within his space.

[You have obtained: Demon Attire (Hands)]

[Demon Attire (Hands)]

Description: Crafted by the infamous Hell’s Black Hand Mafia, made from the rarest Hell Black Mamba leather—the epitome of blood and elegance. We believe you will love it.

Quality: Blue

Suggested Price: 1,500 points

Rating: S

Effect: Increases Strength attribute by +3, hand explosive power by +50%, includes a self-cleaning function to maintain elegance at all times.

[Set Effect]: Collecting the full Demon Attire set grants additional amplification: All attributes +5, neural reflex speed +100%, bodily explosive power +100%, and unlocks the exclusive skill “Demonic Armor.”

“Demonic Armor”: Activates the demonic power contained within the attire to form a personalized suit of armor, comprehensively enhancing the wearer’s ultimate strength.

Hmm? A set.

Mo Xuanyu glanced at the gloves in his equipment slot with some surprise.

The gloves were deep black, seemingly made from the unique animal leather of hell, flawless on the surface.

Most enticing were the +3 Strength and the boost to explosive power.

But before equipping, Mo Xuanyu decided to spend the free attribute points earned from this mission.

Free attribute points, as the name suggests, could be used anytime, anywhere.

This was a newbie benefit within Sacred Geometry, available only to pure newcomers below 24k.

Normally, Chosen had to complete an entire world’s mission and then receive attribute point rewards based on their Sacred Geometry evaluation.

For example, the black-haired youth from the Chosen squad might earn only 1 to 4 attribute points per world—a rare commodity requiring careful consideration.

Elite Chosen of the same rank, like the fire mage, could get between 1 and 6 points per world, depending on their evaluation.

Now, Mo Xuanyu had received 4 points from just a side mission, without waiting for the world’s completion—a fact that would make other Chosen green with envy.

After some thought, Mo Xuanyu’s allocation plan was: Strength +1, Agility +1, Constitution +1, Intelligence +1.

His new stats were as follows:

Name: Mo Xuanyu

Level: Enlightenment Trial (a)

Strength: 15 points

Agility: 17 points

Constitution: 15 points

Intelligence: 15 points

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Charisma: 20 points

Luck: 1 point

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Originally, Mo Xuanyu had considered putting two points each into Strength and Agility, following the usual Chosen strategy of focusing on 1 or 2 main attributes and supporting others.

But he soon realized he was unlike ordinary Chosen; his allocation strategy had to differ.

He had no teammates, no healer, no tank—only a loyal wolf whose attributes were all in Strength and Agility.

That might help him kill enemies, but relying on Mo Xiao to heal or tank damage would be too much to ask.

While the strategy of main attack and support could effectively prevent Chosen from becoming mediocre, that trap applied only to ordinary people.

Normal Chosen gained very few attribute points at the end of each world and had to carefully increase attributes that matched their class talents.

For them, excelling in one attribute was better than all attributes being mediocre.

The drawback of the main-attack strategy could be compensated by a team.

For instance, the fire mage’s primary attribute was clearly Intelligence, greatly boosting her magic damage, mental power, and cooldown reduction.

In previous battles, Mo Xuanyu dared not directly face her attacks, as her magical damage far exceeded that of a first-tier Chosen.

Getting hit once could leave you crippled, if not dead.

Mo Xuanyu guessed her Intelligence was at least 17, maybe 18 points, while other attributes lagged behind, barely reaching 12, as she couldn’t keep up with his speed.

But the Chosen squad lost so miserably only because they faced the combination of Mo Xuanyu and Mo Xiao.

Any other Chosen facing that squad would be utterly crushed in minutes.

With a heavily armored warrior to absorb damage, a healer to buff and heal, a swordsman to distract, and a mage to deliver burst damage, a balanced team had taken shape.

In summary, the main-attack and support allocation strategy suited only Chosen with a team.

If you were a lone wolf, it was best to avoid major discrepancies in your attribute panel.

Because in battle, no one would help absorb damage, no one to charge ahead and create openings, no one to heal or buff you.

Mo Xuanyu’s allocation strategy could be simply described as: the Hexagonal Warrior.

That is, to develop all attributes as evenly as possible, leaving no weaknesses.

Only in this way could he survive longer in future missions and avoid being countered.

After allocating all points, Mo Xuanyu donned the Demon Attire gloves, instantly raising his Strength to 18 points.

The gloves automatically adjusted to fit upon wearing, feeling smooth and cool, offering excellent comfort without impeding daily activities or combat.

He clenched his fist. If he could return to the previous battle, he had no doubt he could shatter a heavy armored warrior’s armor with a single punch.

Striking flesh would be like smashing tofu with a hammer—reduced to shards.

According to Sacred Geometry’s data, each part of the Demon Attire provided different attribute bonuses.

It was worth noting that the suggested price did not represent the actual value but the system’s buyback price—a one-click sale price, usually for emergencies.

As the saying goes, no recycler in the world doesn’t try to lowball, and Sacred Geometry was the shrewdest of all merchants.