We must leave something behind!

Lin Mo only read the beginning of this book before being ruthlessly dragged back to another world.

Time was running out, and the repulsive force of the passage was getting stronger and stronger.

Lin Mo's consciousness was already as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

But he still gritted his teeth, resisting the pulling with all his might, struggling to focus his gaze on the open pages of paper.

On the paper was my mother's delicate handwriting, which trembled slightly due to her weakness.

Line by line, page by page, they came into his "eyes":

[Xiao Mo, do you remember when you were 8 years old, our family went to the amusement park and you got lost? Your dad and I were so worried, we searched everywhere for you. We finally found you squatting next to the ice cream truck watching them make waffle cones. Thinking about it now, it's really funny...]

"Xiao Mo, where do you think people go after they die? Mom misses your grandparents a bit, and wonders how they're doing over there..."

【Xiao Mo…】

【Xiao Mo…】

……

There are no thrilling stories, no flowery language.

Only mundane daily routines.

But it made Lin Mo feel as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He was almost suffocating.

Finally, Zhou Xiaomei picked up the ballpoint pen that was placed beside her pillow, her fingers trembling slightly from weakness.

She took a deep breath and slowly wrote on the new blank page:

Xiao Mo, your dad worked three jobs again yesterday and just collapsed and fell asleep. I feel so sorry for him. If you were here, I would definitely try to talk to him and tell him not to work so hard...

She paused for a moment as she wrote this.

It seemed as if it was gathering strength, or perhaps suppressing surging emotions.

Then, he continued writing the last sentence.

[Xiao Mo...where did you go?]

These words, like a red-hot iron rod, were branded deep into Lin Mo's consciousness.

Self-blame, guilt, longing, helplessness... a whole host of emotions almost overwhelmed his remaining rationality.

At the same time, the tension between the two worlds intensified once again.

We can't just leave like this!

Lin Mo thought to himself.

With the last few minutes about to expire, the oscillations in the channel became increasingly violent.

Lin Mo made a decision—he wanted to leave something behind with his remaining mental energy!

Just as Zhou Xiaomei finished writing that sentence, her fingers loosened the pen, and she was about to put it down—

Lin Mo gathered his last and most violent burst of spiritual power.

It forcefully broke through the barrier between the two worlds and attached itself to that ordinary ballpoint pen!

The pen moved very slightly.

Just as Zhou Xiaomei's fingers were about to leave, she felt a hand grab hers.

The hand manipulated the ballpoint pen, leaving a clear little dot on the paper.

!

Zhou Xiaomei was stunned, a look of bewilderment and surprise flashing across her pale face.

Did she subconsciously think it was an illusion?

Just then, the pen moved again!

It lifted slightly, then fell back down, and placed another dot below the previous small dot.

Then, the third dot, the fourth dot... and so on, starting on a new line.

Zhou Xiaomei's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes widened, and she involuntarily held her breath.

This... is not an illusion!

The initial panic and fear quickly subsided, and an feeling of disbelief took hold of her heart.

She suddenly raised her head and looked around the empty ward.

Her lips trembled, and in an almost breathless voice, she murmured the question that had been weighing on her heart for so long:

"Is...is that you? Xiao Mo?"

These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Lin Mo's already collapsing consciousness!

My heart is trembling!

Mom... Mom guessed it?!

She sensed it?!

The overwhelming joy and even more intense sorrow almost overwhelmed him completely.

But he knew he didn't have time!

The passage is about to close completely, and his consciousness may be torn apart and pulled back in the next second!

He must seize this last opportunity to leave behind the most useful information!

His mental energy had been depleted to the point of being like a dried-up riverbed; every bit of it brought excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart.

But Lin Mo didn't care!

He poured all his last bit of will and all his obsession into that pen!

The movement of the pen tip became increasingly slow, but it remained tenacious.

First line: four dots.

Pause, line break.

Second line: two dots. Then a newline.

Third line: six dots.

……

The number of dots is different in each row.

They are arranged together—the number of dots in each row represents a number.

This is exactly the PIN for Lin Mo's old bank card!

That card contained the money that would save her mother's life for surgery and follow-up treatment!

As the last dot trembled and fell.

The pen tip finally exhausted its last bit of strength, and with a thud, it collapsed completely onto the paper and rolled to the side.

Almost at the same moment, Lin Mo's remaining consciousness was completely pulled out of the ward by an irresistible force.

They were dragged back into the dark passage they had come from.

In her last remaining sense, she saw her mother, Zhou Xiaomei, rushing to the notebook.

Trembling fingers traced over the dots, still damp with ink.

Tears streamed down her pale face, yet her expression held a near-collapse-like, overwhelming excitement at having regained what she had lost.

His lips moved silently, repeating the string of numbers over and over.

……

Inside the stone house, Lin Mo, who was sitting cross-legged within the formation, suddenly trembled.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.

He collapsed forward as if all his bones had been removed.

His mental strength had been exhausted, exceeding his limit.

But it was all worth it!

"Hey, what's wrong with you!?"

Yin Xue had been watching over him the whole time, and she was shocked to see Lin Mo's condition after his return.

It quickly flapped its wings and came to Lin Mo's side to ask.

Lin Mo raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression remained calm.

"It's okay, nothing happened."

Yin Xue frowned, checked Lin Mo's condition using the soul connection, and immediately panicked.

"What do you mean 'nothing'? Your mental energy is completely depleted! You need to recover quickly."

However, Lin Mo shook his head: "There's no time for that."

After saying that, he stood up from the formation and moved towards the door.

Yin Xue chased after him, trying to persuade him.

But Lin Mo didn't hear a single word.

At this moment, all he could hear was a buzzing in his mind, and his steps were unusually heavy.

"Mr. Lin, the villagers have made some meat soup, please have it first..."

Shi Qin, who was outside, saw Lin Mo come out and bring a bowl of meat soup to greet her. However, she was startled when she saw the look in Lin Mo's eyes.

Lin Mo ignored her and simply took out the Golden Amplification Agent he had obtained earlier from the ring.

"The potion is very useful; I'll need it more often in the future. Here, take this."

Shi Qin blankly accepted the herbs.

"Planting this next to the stonewort can accelerate its growth, and adding it to the medicine can enhance its efficacy."

Shi Qin held the golden amplification agent, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Lin Mo had already passed her and was walking towards the famous North City.

We can still go back and harvest resources from Mingbei City.

Oh, and I also need to hurry up and kill the surrounding beast kings to level up.

……

One plan after another appeared in Lin Mo's mind.

However, he had only taken two steps.

With a thud, he fell directly to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Help! Someone come quick!"

Shi Qin only realized what was happening at this moment and hurriedly called the villagers over.

"What happened? Why did Mr. Lin faint?!"

"Don't just stand there! Quickly lend a hand and get Mr. Lin to bed."

"He must be exhausted."