Rioneed: VRMMORPG

What remained were the five halberd techniques and his death summon technique. He didn't read through them in-depth like he did at the other techniques. 

After he finished forming them, he said to the system:

"Give me the picture and directions of my death summon technique."

'It's in your mind now, master.'

Ibro felt the appearance of the image with many rows of words. He started to study all this info regarding this technique. It was worthy of a high-end technique. 

It had two modes of upgrades, one to raise the quantity and the other was to raise the quality. The amount needed to raise the quality was really big. He needed 20k souls to raise it to the second grade only. 

By this amount of souls, he could raise the quantity by three grades at least. Ibro didn't care about the quantity, for now, what he needed was to raise the quality. 

50 of the low-class skeletons weren't like 50 middle-class skeletons. He needed to raise the quality to the highest if he could. 

He put this note in his mind. He then started to form a picture of this technique. The picture was about a small skull. He formed the 11 skulls with ease. 

Once he finished, the original red-colored skulls had got boosted by his grayish energy. They transformed to become gold in color with a luster to each one. 

He also noticed a certain connection between these skulls. This connection wasn't like the connection of the other techniques. He felt like the 11 skulls had united together to form an illusion of a bigger skull. 

Ibro didn't know what it meant, but it must indicate this technique had also got another boost. He recalled the two modes of the technique.

'Could the quality of the technique get boosted too?'

That was good and bad news at the same time. 

He was happy about getting more powerful skeletons, but he was concerned about the amount needed to be upgraded to the next level. 

What frustrated him was his inability to know the details of this technique except when he used it. He really missed his game based life. He opened his eyes and headed towards the opening of his cave. 

Two days nearly had passed in his training. Time here was passing rapidly without feeling it. The battle was still hot. He noticed the joining of other monsters in this attack. Did that stick with him hold this value? 

He just monitored the battle for a few minutes then he headed back to resume his training. This time, he had stopped raising his cultivation base for a long time. 

He needed to move towards the next big stage at least. He looked at his ring. That rich fellow had provided him with a huge stock of cores. 

He then took out ten cores of grade 3 and prepared to get into training. He cleared his mind and then put one core into his mouth. 

Once that core entered his body, it released a huge amount of energy. Ibro calmly guided the energy towards his dantian. 

He started to enrich the dantian with this new energy. After the passage of a whole day, he opened his eyes and muttered:

"One core grade 3 had pushed my two small stages only. That means I need at least 4 more cores. 

Each core needs 1 day to finish absorbing its full energy. I won't be able to breakthrough this stage at this contest then. How unfortunate."

He didn't continue to complain as he re-entered the training again after putting a core in his mouth. He took nearly half a day in his battle with the cultivators. 

He spent another two days learning the techniques plus one day absorbing the core. That left him only with three and a half days till this contest ended. He spent these three days in this boring routine. 

He ate three cores and raised his cultivation base to the sixth stage of foundation establishment. 

The battle had ended long before he finished his training. He looked at the whole view from his high place. 

The walls of the academy had suffered a lot of damage, but there were no signs of the success of these monsters invading the academy. He then checked the forest. 

There was no sign of any monster of any kind there. It seemed the death toll of these monsters were very high. Ibro then started to climb down the mountain, and then he headed straight for the gate he came from. 

Seven days had passed since he started this contest and now it was time to finish it. He wasn't worried about him being in top places, as there was no one here except for him. 

Once he reached the gates, he found many workers trying to fix it and the adjacent walls. It seemed the battle here was very heated. Ibro felt sorry for these people here. 

These walls weren't even on par with small town walls. There were no defensive towers here. Cultivators here lived their lives in different ways than he used to live. 

If he had any plans to live here, he must use the technology side information and experiences. 

Once he tried to pass through the broken gate, some cultivators stood in front of him blocking his way. He looked to them while saying with a smile:

"Hi, I'm a cultivator who was participating in the contest of the core disciples. Are you the ones responsible for receiving us?"

Once he finished his words, the cultivator's faces changed color immediately. They exchanged looks before one of them asked:

"May I know your name? Are you a rogue cultivator or from the academy?"

"My name is Ibro. I'm a rogue cultivator. Is there something wrong?"

Ibro felt something was off. He looked around him to find no one from the judges at this gate. That was odd.

"Actually, the part of the contest regarding the forest had been canceled. The monster's tide had caused huge disturbances in the academy. 

The battle ended yesterday, so today will be the day in which the contest will be resumed."

Ibro understood his meaning. That was logical too. The academy was subjected to a huge monster tide. He then asked in a polite tone:

"I'm new here, so I don't know the places here."

"We are responsible for overseeing things here, so we can't go with you, my fellow cultivator."

"No problem, then can you point out the way please?"

"Sure, you can go to the north, the contest is commenced in the woods there."