Starting Unlimited Evolution from Grinding

It was the eleventh day since the Gnome Kingdom’s invasion war began.

Today, especially in the afternoon, the intensity of the goblin side’s attacks had noticeably declined once again.

Compared to the previous period, when high-level goblins would frequently appear to cause trouble, inflicting heavy casualties on weaker adventurers and soldiers, this phenomenon had become increasingly rare over the past two days. By today, Gold-level goblins had almost completely vanished from the scene.

Occasionally, some troublesome individuals would emerge from the goblin army, but they were only Bronze or Silver rank—nowhere near as powerful.

Even the number of ordinary goblins, used as cannon fodder, seemed to have decreased compared to before. The pressure on the battlefield had plummeted.

But this was by no means a good thing; it was an extremely dangerous omen.

The commanding officers saw it clearly: all of this was a deliberate act by the goblin side.

The soldiers and adventurers, who had endured several days of intense combat, suddenly found a chance to catch their breath. The tension that had been tightly wound within them seemed ready to dissipate.

And if, at such a moment, the goblins suddenly launched a ferocious assault of even greater intensity than before, it would likely catch them completely off guard.

Thus, the high-ranking officials all went on high alert, adjusted their own states, and prepared to join the battle.

At the same time, they notified their subordinates to stabilize the frontlines and keep everyone vigilant, warning them not to let their guard down under any circumstances.

However, even so, the inertia brought about by this sudden relaxation was still difficult to reverse. They could only do their best to minimize the impact of this tactic by the goblins.

As evening fell, after once again confirming the battle strategy for the night, the gathered factions and Empire high-ranking officials dispersed, heading to the frontline nodes under their responsibility, ready to face the coming decisive battle.

Just as they had guessed, the Gnome Kingdom would indeed launch a general offensive that night. They knew that the human side was aware of their plans, but that did not affect the Gnome Emperor’s decision.

On one hand, even if they knew, after days of continuous war, the current state of the human frontlines was already quite dire. The easing of tension after today’s sudden drop in intensity would not be easily offset by just a few words.

On the other hand, the Gnome Kingdom’s situation no longer supported dragging things out any further.

The losses from the war of attrition far exceeded their original expectations. Based on the situation over the past few days, if they continued like this, by tomorrow or the day after, the Gnome Kingdom would find it difficult to maintain such a high-intensity war of attrition.

Otherwise, their mid-tier combat power would truly be worn down to the point where they could no longer launch a high-stakes decisive battle.

By then, either they would have to go all-in, with results inevitably worse than now, or they would continue dragging things out, giving the human side more time to rest and reorganize, severely diminishing all the efforts and groundwork they had made.

Thus, tonight was the most suitable—and necessary—moment to strike.

As night fell, the goblin side’s low-intensity attacks continued.

The soldiers and adventurers on the frontlines, reminded by the high-ranking commanders, forced themselves to stay alert. But this vigilance obviously could not last long. As the night deepened and the clock approached around two in the morning, everyone’s patience had long since worn thin. Doubts and complaints about the superiors’ warnings and orders began to arise in their hearts, and fatigue continued to accumulate.

But just then, the situation on the battlefield suddenly shifted.

On the battlefield, the intensity of the goblin attacks underwent a dramatic change. It had been only moments ago when their attacks seemed almost perfunctory, and before anyone could come to their senses, the number of goblins appearing before them had suddenly doubled. These goblins seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, charging madly toward their faces.

It was over.

Lin Mo, who had yet to finish his rest, stood at the edge of the battlefield, his expression serious as he observed the situation.

Of course, he understood what this meant. Tonight was the most critical moment since the war began—the true moment that would decide victory or defeat.

The long war that had been fought before might have seemed significant, but in reality, it had only been a tentative probing game between both sides. Neither the Gnome Kingdom nor the human allied forces had truly gone all out.

But tonight’s situation was different.

What they were about to face was the real test.

So this time, Ellie and the others did not choose to separate but gathered together, forming a squad just like they did during their adventures.

Finnie and Flora were protected in the middle, while Eve, Ellie, and Sherfilia stood at the front. At the very front was Lily, the strongest among them.

Lin Mo and Lily stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the ever-changing battlefield ahead.

This time, what appeared on the battlefield were no longer small teams of a few or a dozen high-level goblins, but a truly large-scale army of high-level goblins.

Tens of thousands of Bronze Goblins, led by numerous Silver Goblins and Gold Goblins, launched a fierce assault on the frontlines.

Meanwhile, the ordinary goblins continued to serve as cannon fodder, covering for them and consuming and diverting the defenders’ strength.

However, the goblins’ strategy clearly did not achieve the desired effect.

Although the groundwork they had laid beforehand was indeed sufficient and the timing they chose was clever, none of this could reverse the Gnome Kingdom’s biggest weakness in this war: the insufficiency of their mid-tier combat power.

Throughout these ten-plus days of fighting, the soldiers and lower-tier adventurers on the allied side had indeed suffered heavy attrition. But for those with mid-to-high-tier strength, the pressure they faced was not nearly as great.

Although they had also participated in intercepting ordinary goblins in the previous days’ battles, for these powerful individuals, facing cannon fodder was hardly stressful. And while high-level goblins had also joined the fight, their numbers were even smaller than those of the allied side—how could they pose any threat?

So overall, although the mid-tier combat power of the allied forces had also suffered some losses over the past days, their losses were undoubtedly far smaller than those of the Gnome Kingdom.

Now, facing the Gnome Kingdom’s all-out assault, there was even less reason to be afraid.

With the high-ranking officials now personally joining the battle, the goblins’ fierce first wave, aside from initially breaching parts of the frontlines, achieved almost nothing.

And those small-scale advances, within the scope of such a massive decisive battle, were obviously insignificant.

The war had reached a point where there was no room for retreat. So, realizing that continuing like this would not work, the masterminds behind the scenes of this war finally began to show themselves.

An arrow pierced through a Silver-level adventurer’s chest. His companion was startled, then instantly attacked by a figure that suddenly darted out from the goblin army. The entire squad was nearly wiped out.

“It’s a Gnome!”

The panicked voice immediately drew the attention of those nearby.

“A Gnome has appeared!”

Unlike goblins, gnomes, who considered themselves a completely different race, were indeed extremely powerful.

Every single gnome represented a combat power at or above the Transcendent level, equivalent to a Gold-level adventurer among humans.

Such a level of combat power was not something ordinary soldiers—or even most officers and adventurers—could contend with.

But they wouldn’t be arrogant for long...

A gnome had just killed a few adventurers and was about to continue its killing spree when a cold gleam flashed before its eyes. The next moment, a young man appeared before it and cleanly severed its head with a single sword stroke.

The young man landed steadily, glanced at the points on his wristband.

“Five thousand points? That’s a lot... A Gold Goblin only gives five hundred points max. Kill a few more of these, and I might just make it into the top ten!”

...

“The captain is dead...”

“It’s a gnome! Run!”

On another section of the frontlines, soldiers who had just witnessed their captain being effortlessly killed by a gnome were filled with terror.

The gnome naturally chased after them, but the next moment, its body was suddenly frozen in place.

“Shirleyas!”

As Nuolun’s voice rang out, Shirleyas quickly dashed out from the side, her short sword piercing cleanly through the gnome’s neck.

Nuolun followed up with a finishing blow, claiming the points.

She glanced at her increasing score, a smile forming on her face. But then, looking at the rankings, her brows quickly furrowed.

This Genius Gathering had such a wide age range that it attracted a crowd of experts. Although she was considered one of the top young geniuses, she was still too young. Compared to those a few or even a dozen years older than her, there was naturally a gap in strength.

Moreover, among the geniuses present, there were those whose talent was no less than hers.

In the end, despite her efforts to boost her score, with Shirleyas’ help, her points still failed to break into the top twenty.

The only thing that gave her a bit of comfort was that the big-chested fire magic girl, who had previously been in the top ten, had now fallen out of it, even nearing the twentieth spot.

But even so, aside from Finnie, those few others still seemed to be ranked above her.

Damn it, how did they do it? Weren’t they all mediocre not long ago?

Nuolun found it hard to understand.

As for that bastard...

Nuolun glanced at his score and couldn’t help but twitch her mouth.

Though she was unwilling to admit it, that guy was indeed impressive. Even with so many experts gathered, he still firmly held the first place, with a huge gap between him and second.

Just one more time left.

Nuolun bit her lip, feeling flustered.

That’s right, over these days, she had already “accidentally” run into Lin Mo twice.

Every time they met, there was no warning. Suddenly, that bastard would just appear before them.

This made Nuolun feel very insecure, as she had to worry at all times about Lin Mo suddenly showing up.

Especially now. She only had one chance left. If Lin Mo found her again, she would have no choice but to obediently carry out the family’s orders...

At the thought of this, her face immediately flushed red, and she quickly shook her head to dispel these distractions.

No, she had to hide farther away—there was no way she would let him find her again!

“Shirleyas, let’s go. We’re going farther out.”

The maid behind her didn’t hesitate, quickly following.

Although she felt that no matter how far they went, they probably couldn’t escape that young man’s grasp, since the young mistress wanted to do this, she would accompany her.

As for safety...

They were not weak themselves, and ordinary gnomes couldn’t harm them. If they encountered truly powerful opponents, there would naturally be people to handle them.

As a Royal Duke Family of the Violet Empire, the Oxivis Family was naturally one of the top powers on the continent and took the safety of their heir very seriously.

In a chaotic and dangerous battlefield like this, there were certainly people assigned to protect Nuolun, the future head of the family.

Similar scenes were playing out in many places at the same time.

Too many geniuses and factions had been drawn here this time, and they all knew that this final decisive battle phase was the best opportunity to catch up on points. So they stopped holding back, pulling out all the stops.

The factions behind them also operated around these geniuses, providing tight protection.

This meant that wherever they went, they were unstoppable, playing a huge role on the battlefield.

Another group that contributed immensely was, of course, the Elven race.

Gnomes were indeed very powerful—every single one had Transcendent-level combat power. But the Elves were even stronger.

The thousands of Elves present were all in their youth or prime. Every adult Elf was at least level 25 or above, placing them at the mid-tier of the Transcendent level.

When ordinary gnomes encountered Elves, they often couldn’t even last two exchanges before being easily killed.

Thus, aside from the initial results gained at the start, the Gnome Kingdom’s general offensive quickly had the battlefield situation brought under control.

Among the gnomes, there were naturally those stronger than the average—some reaching the mid-Tier Transcendent level, some even stronger. But even so, at best, they could only suppress the Elves. The Elves themselves also had more powerful individuals. Without a numerical advantage, the gnomes could hardly pose any real threat to them.

After all, the total number of gnomes was only around ten thousand. The Elves participating in this battle numbered several thousand. Combined with the involvement of many factions and geniuses, as well as some of the Roxez Empire’s high-level combatants, the Gnome Kingdom’s surprise attack plan seemed destined to fail.

Lin Mo, who had already killed several gnomes in a row, looked at the current battlefield situation, but his expression grew increasingly grave.

The Gnome Kingdom had clearly run out of tricks. With only about ten thousand gnomes in total, it was impossible for all of them to join this battle. Even if they did, it would be hard to say they had any advantage.

From a conventional perspective, the Gnome Kingdom’s defeat seemed certain.

But that also meant that some unconventional things might be about to appear...

So bring it on. Let him see if the mysterious power rumored to be in the gnomes’ possession was truly the Dark Tide.

But even if it was, it didn’t matter.

Lin Mo clenched his fist.

His Holy Light Power was already itching for battle!

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