Rationally, he shouldn't go in. This was no place for a Two-star Beastmaster.
He'd already gotten the reward for participating in the club activity. Knowing when to quit was a virtue every Low-star Beastmaster should possess.
"Mianmian, we can't go in. We'll come back later."
Lu You lowered her head and whispered, already spooked by the nearby Dream Trials.
Each one was an extreme mental ordeal—falling from the sky, plunging into an endless abyss in the sea, or being crushed by something gigantic right at the start.
Each scene was a memory fragment from a High Tier Pet Beast facing a catastrophe. To them, it might have been only a minor trial.
For Low-star Beastmasters, however, it was a complete and utter mental beatdown.
And yet, after every one of these beatdowns, their Spiritual Power would increase, a bittersweet experience that left them in both pain and pleasure.
As a university student, however, Lu You understood the importance of knowing when to stop.
