As The Most Powerful Mage, I’m Back

Chapter 9: Goblin Tribe

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In an originally quiet cavern on the 19th level of the Buried City, a flash of light suddenly appeared. Once the light dimmed, a black-haired young man walked out. This person was none other than Lin Feng.

[You have been teleported to a Level 2 dungeon—]

[Goblin Tribe]

“How nostalgic. It’s been a while since I’ve been here. The last time I fought Goblins was when I first led a team when I was 18 years old.”

He looked around with interest. The originally pitch-black cave was lit up by a few torches. It was obvious that there were traces left behind by teams that often patrolled.

A Level 1 Instance Dungeon corresponded to the 1-10 levels of the Buried City. It was a standard five-men adventure team where an average Level of 10 could raid.

The Level 2 Instance Dungeon was between Level 11 and Level 20. Five-men parties with an average Level of 20 could suppress them, and so on…

Humans had only reached the 78th floor of the Buried City, which meant they could only clear Level eight dungeons at most. Anyone who went further down would perish except for him. It was a hellish difficulty.

With the current Goblin Lair being only a Level 2 Instance Dungeon, if it was his previous life, he could have probably destroyed the entire dungeon with a wave of his hand.

However… the current Lin Feng no longer had the strength of a Level 91 Mythical Mage. He was merely an ordinary white-robed person without any abilities.

If he wanted to clear the trial, Lin Feng would need to rely on the physique of an ordinary person to single-handedly conquer this dungeon that only a five-men party with an average level of 20 could clear. It could be said that the difficulty was as if ascending the heavens!

“As expected of an SSS-rank trial dungeon. I have to pass it before I can obtain the qualification to change classes. Interesting.

“I can’t help but look forward to what kind of heaven-defying class Anti-Mage is to be worthy of such a hellish trial mission.”

Lin Feng pursed his lips, and his pitch-black eyes flickered with a hint of mockery. He was not worried that he would not be able to pass the trial and die in the Goblin Instance Dungeon. Instead, he was imagining the future of the Anti-Mage class.

In his eyes, even if he only had the physical fitness of an ordinary person, with the combat instinct and experience he had accumulated from standing at the peak of humanity for many years, it would not be difficult for him to fight against many people of a higher level.

With a thought, he opened his system interface.

[Name: Lin Feng]

[Class: None]

[Level: Level 0 (0.00%)]

[Health Points: 160 (100%)]

[Magical Power: 160 (100%)]

[Strength: 16]

[Agility: 28]

[Spirit: 16]

[Constitution: 16]

[Equipment: Pseudo Ring – Epic Purple (Requires Level 61 and above to wear, ability ineffective if requirement not met)]

[Talent: None]

[Skill: None]

[Strength: determines the strength of the body, endurance, and attack power in close combat.]

[Agility: determines movement speed, reaction speed, and dodging ability.]

[Spirit: determines magical power, recovery, casting speed, and a certain amount of control resistance. Each point of spirit is equivalent to ten points of magical power.]

[Constitution: determines defense, health, and recovery speed. Each point of constitution is equivalent to 10 points of health points.]

An ordinary adult’s statistics were around 10 points on average, but Lin Feng was clearly an exception. As a genius that only appears once in a hundred years, even at Level 1, he had a physique that far surpassed ordinary standards.

As for the Psuedo Ring on the equipment bar…

“I almost forgot I have this ring.”

Lin Feng raised his brows. He raised his hand and carefully inspected the black ring. The surface of the ring was pitch-black and deep, emitting a faint purple light. The black and purple intertwined together, giving off a somewhat bewitching aura.

From low to high, the equipment levels were Normal White, Superior Green, Rare Blue, Epic Purple, and Legendary Orange. They corresponded with the five major stages of the class change—Trainee, Normal, Master, Epic, and Mythical.

A piece of Epic Purple equipment could be sold for tens of millions on the market, and it was still in short supply.

The Psuedo Ring was a powerful purple Epic-grade equipment. It could conceal one’s aura and change one’s appearance to a certain extent, which was very convenient for stealth and disguise. It was a piece of equipment that all Assassins dreamed of.

Although it was only a support-type equipment and did not increase his combat strength much, its functionality was extremely strong. To Lin Feng, its effects were not inferior to some orange legendary-grade equipment.

As this ring had been modified, the appearance of Lin Feng, who was previously the Archmage, his public appearance was completely different from his current one.

Even his best friend, who was most familiar with him, would not be able to recognize him. He had completely avoided the potential danger of exposing his identity.

It was also because of this that Lin Feng had the confidence to choose the Anti-Mage path and start a new life from scratch. He had no worries about being recognized by others.

After all, Ren Qiu hated him to the bone. Once the higher-ups of the Federation received news that Lin Feng was still alive, things would be troublesome. Right now, Lin Feng had yet to fully mature and would most likely be killed before he could even grow.

The most important thing now was to clear the current trial dungeon and obtain the qualifications to change classes to Anti-Mage. Once the change was successful, he would consider revenge.

Thump, thump…

“Hm?”

Just as Lin Feng was thinking about his next plan, the sound of footsteps drifted over. He let out a soft exclamation and inclined his head to stare at the unfriendly newcomers.

A few meters away from him, three Goblins half the height of a human held worn-out wooden sticks in their right hand. They approached him from the front and back, revealing their ferocious fangs and were full of hostility.

Lin Feng silently casted a detection spell.

[Goblin Imp: Level 11]

[Health Points: 200]

[Magical Power: 0]

[Attack: 30-40]

[Weapon: Worn-out Wooden Stick – Attack Power +5 (Normal White)]

[Skill: None]

[Description: A low-grade magical beast. It doesn’t have any intelligence or know how to use skills. It only knows how to wave its wooden stick to attack. Not very smart.]

As the three Goblins were only small beasts, their statistics did not have attributes like Lin Feng’s. They also did not have a skill bar.

Only special Boss-level beasts would have additional panels.

Upon seeing their hostile attitude and attempt to surround him, Lin Feng could not help but shake his head. A trace of a smile could be seen in the corners of his eyes as he tentatively greeted them.

“Wow. A Goblin. Long time no see!”

“Roar!”

The three Goblins had no intelligence and clearly did not understand what Lin Feng was saying. They only thought he was provoking them. So they roared and rushed toward him with thick wooden clubs.

“Is this how you Goblins greet each other…?”

Facing the siege of three Level 11 Goblin imps, Lin Feng teased them as he dodged to the side. He was almost hit by a Goblin, and his arm that brushed past the wooden stick felt a cold pain.

[HP-1]

[Health Points: 159/160]

Sensing his health points decreasing, Lin Feng, who was originally carefree, had no choice but to retract his smile. A helpless self-deprecating look flashed in the corners of his eyes.

A mere Level 1 body was indeed too weak.

He had clearly reacted in advance but was still not used to this weak body. He had almost been hit, or else he would have flipped over.

It seemed he had to be a little more serious…

With that thought in mind, Lin Feng took a light breath and tensed up his body. Taking advantage of the fact that the Goblin was still in the midst of attacking, he grabbed its arm and used the momentum to throw it. The Goblin was instantly sent flying and collided with the other two Goblins that were about to pounce on Lin Feng.

Bang!

[HP-47]

[HP-48]

[HP-51]

Red numbers popped up above the heads of the three Goblins. Their HP had been reduced by nearly one-sixth, and they were heavily injured. They scratched their heads and cried out in pain.

“Roar!”

However, Lin Feng did not intend to give them a chance to relax. He stomped his feet and moved like a ghost. He arrived in front of a Goblin and elbowed it, accurately hitting its right eye. Then, he slashed its left eye.

[Hit the weak point, additional damage.]

[HP-31!]

[HP-34!]

[The Goblin has entered a “blind” state, and its reaction speed is significantly slower.]

“Roar! Roar! Roar!” The blinded Goblin wailed in extreme grief, but the other two Goblins ignored their companions. Instead, they surrounded Lin Feng from the left and right.

He had been tricked.

He smiled as if he had expected this. He crouched down and hit the Goblins on the head with their wooden clubs.

Borrowing strength to fight was a precious combat experience he had gained after countless battles against many enemies. It had long been engraved in his genes like muscle memory.

[Critical Hit!]

[HP-130!]

[HP-134!]

[You have reached Level 2. (Attribute Points +1)]

With their health points reduced to zero, the two Goblins fell straight down, their expressions still ferocious as they died.

“As for the last one…”

After dealing with the two most troublesome ones, Lin Feng walked slowly to the side of one of the corpses, picked up a wooden stick, and patted the dust off it.

[Weapon picked up: Worn-out wooden stick, Attack +5]

He walked toward the last Goblin and smiled, revealing his white teeth.

“Be on your way with your companions.”

“Roar…” It clearly did not have any intelligence, but a rare look of fear appeared on the face of the last Goblin. In its eyes, the black-haired youth with a kind smile was like a living demon.

Bang!

[Critical Hit!]

[HP-110!]

A wooden stick pierced through its heart, ending the goblin’s short life. Before it died, its face differed from its companions’, filled with deep fear and confusion.

With its weak intelligence, it could not understand how this weak, ordinary human who was not even a class advancer could easily deal with it.

[You have reached Level 3. (Attribute Points +1)]

“Seriously, am I that scary?”

Lin Feng helplessly spread his hands, not feeling much sense of accomplishment. Based on his experience in his previous life, the last elite monster of the Goblin tribe was the trickier target.

These three Goblin Imps were just an appetizer. An SSS-rank mission was obviously not that simple. The real feast had yet to come.

After sorting out his thoughts, Lin Feng pondered before placing all his attribute points on his agility.

[Point addition successful!]

[Agility: 28 → Agility: 31]

As a Mage in his previous life, he was used to adding points to his spirit. However, in this life, since he planned to change his class to Anti-Mage, he might as well try to increase his agility. Perhaps there would be a pleasant surprise.

For unawakened classes, ordinary people could only reach Level 20 at most. Every level would only give a few attribute points. Then, they could only continue to level up after successfully changing classes to receive more attribute points.

Just as Lin Feng was preparing to continue forward, the sound of footsteps drifted over from afar. From the number of people, it was very likely they were a small adventuring team.

An adventurer team had actually barged into a Level 2 Instance Dungeon?

“Oh? There’s someone else? Things are getting interesting.”

Lin Feng raised his brows with interest as though he had thought of something fun. A wicked smile appeared on his face. He gradually looked forward to future developments.