Chapter 15: Secretly Following, Utterly Heartbreaking!-Mass Job Change: My Skills Are All Forbidden Spells with a Ten Thousand Times Boost(By the banks of the Ruoshui River, the wine cups drift along the gentle current.)

"Well, got yourself a job, huh?"
Liu Jian sprawled in his rocking chair, not even bothering to lift his head to glance at Liu Wei.

Liu Wei patted his chest and declared, "You should know who I am. In this underground city, with my professional skills, how could I not get work?"

"Cut the nonsense. Just tell me, what intel do you want?"
Liu Jian had no patience for idle talk and went straight to the point.

Lin Han stepped forward.
"I want all available information on the Abyssal Apostle—the latest spawn locations and spawn times."

Hearing this, Liu Jian finally tilted his cap upward a bit and said, "Preparing for your second advancement quest, the Heart of the Abyssal Apostle?"

"That's right."
Liu Jian looked him up and down. "Judging from your build, you must be a warrior, right? If you were a support class, that would be tough. Without hiring a mercenary troop, it's practically impossible."

"Seems luck's on your side," Liu Wei interjected hurriedly, lowering his voice. "Don't bring that up. This client here is a Priest—support class."

"A Priest?!"
Liu Jian was taken aback. "You're a Priest taking on this quest? That's suicide!"

"Even if I sell you the intel, you won't be able to solo the Abyssal Apostle. Better hire a mercenary group to help, and don't say I didn't warn you."

"Sure, we're all here to make money, but you need to understand what you're getting into. You should just go back."

"Thanks," Lin Han replied with a smile. "But my mind is made up. Just give me the information."

With that, Lin Han tossed over a pouch of Star Dragon coins.

"I have my own methods to handle this. As an information broker, you wouldn't want to turn down good money, would you?"

It was the first time Liu Jian had encountered someone so stubborn. Though selling intel was his profession, he still felt compelled to offer his warning.

"Fine."
Knowing he couldn't change Lin Han's mind, he didn't say more. He pulled out a scroll and tossed it to Lin Han.

"These coins are enough. The scroll contains what you need to know about the Abyssal Apostle."

Lin Han said, "Alright, Liu Wei, you don't need to come with me."

With that, Lin Han left, heading toward the main activity area of the Abyssal Apostle as marked on the intel—southwest of the underground city.

By now, the time was drawing near for the Apostle's appearance.

Suddenly, a flash of danger flickered through Lin Han's mind.

Danger!

It was his passive danger sense from the Eye of Heaven. Whenever peril approached, the Eye of Heaven would alert its host immediately.

Someone was tailing him?

Lin Han quickly activated the Eye of Heaven's active skill. Instantly, every dark corner of the underground city unfolded before his inner sight.

Guided by the sense of danger, Lin Han quickly locked onto a specific area.

"The Three Serpents Mercenary Group?"

A cold smirk touched Lin Han's lips. "These people just won't give up, tracking me all the way down here. Looks like they plan to finish me off in this dungeon."

But now that Lin Han had discovered their whereabouts, he had no intention of simply shaking them off and leaving it at that. In critical moments in the future, these people would only become a bigger problem.

Since they'd chased him this far, Lin Han made up his mind. In this underground city, no one would care about such matters.

Now, the situation would be reversed—who would hunt whom was yet to be decided.

Today, he would bury them in this underground city.

Even after spotting them, Lin Han continued heading toward the location indicated in the intel, giving no sign that he was aware of their presence.

Gradually, he reached a deep chasm.

Consulting his map, he murmured, "According to the intel, this is the main spawn point for the Abyssal Apostle. The timing is just about right."

He pulled out the magic scrolls he'd bought earlier at the trading market.

As the name implied, magic scrolls could store spells, making them extremely useful in battle.

After all, all of Lin Han's abilities were forbidden-level spells. If anyone was nearby, casting one would immediately expose his identity. With magic scrolls, he could hide his true power.

Even if someone saw him, they'd just assume he was some nouveau riche.

"Lin Han has stopped moving," whispered a member of the Three Serpents Mercenary Group. They all halted, concealing themselves, and began to observe.

"He just bought info on the Abyssal Apostle. This must be the spawn point. We'll wait here—when Lin Han can't hold out anymore, we'll strike."

"This time, both Lin Han and the Heart of the Apostle will be mine!"

The bald leader was visibly excited. Judging by Lin Han's displays along the way, he was clearly loaded, undoubtedly carrying rare treasures.

If they succeeded in this fight, their mercenary group would prosper.

"Boss, look! The Abyssal Apostle has spawned!"

One of the members suddenly exclaimed as a humanoid monster emerged from the shadows, saliva dripping from its fanged maw.

Its crimson eyes seemed to pierce the night.

Lin Han noticed it immediately.

[Level 12] Abyssal Apostle.

Compared to the Ice Venom Toad he'd encountered before, the energy emanating from this Apostle was far more terrifying. Though it was only two levels higher, it was an entirely different beast.

If the previous one was a mere minion, this was a mini-boss.

It was hard to imagine—without the system, a support class trying to solo this stage was like an ant trying to stop a cart. Even for a warrior at first advancement, taking on the Abyssal Apostle alone at level ten would be no easy feat.

This quest was a massive flaw in the system.

No wonder it was considered one of the toughest challenges.

The moment it appeared, the Apostle's gaze locked onto Lin Han. Its legs twisted at unnatural angles, it charged at him, saliva spraying everywhere.

"How hideous," Lin Han muttered with a snort, hurling a magic scroll. Bolts of lightning crashed down, and flames exploded across the ground.

"This kid..."
The bald man watched, his heart pounding. He hadn't expected Lin Han to have so many magic scrolls, a clear sign of his wealth.

But more than anything, he felt a pang of regret.

Those scrolls were treasures—each worth tens of thousands, even millions. Yet, this kid tossed them aside like playthings.

Sheer waste.

Utter waste!

But the bald man's reason prevailed; now was not the time to act. For the sake of those riches, he could be patient.

"The Apostle is entering berserk mode!"