Tank as an Emergency Item

"Hint: You are stalking Blue Will. Your stalking skills are not very good, and you may be being..."

"Warning: You've been discovered by Blue Will!"

"Blue Will is becoming more wary of you!"

"Ahem... I forgot we're not in the Real World."

"But these prompts are just too awful, they give me the feeling of playing Little Huang..."

Faced with a suspicious look on Blue Will's face.

Roger could only pretend nothing was wrong and walk out from behind the cover.

Then, forcing a smile, he greeted her:

Good evening.

"Good evening."

Blue Will, holding something in his hands, took a half step back, his expression somewhat stiff. "You've been following me?"

Roger immediately shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum:

"I was just taking a walk."

"It was just a coincidence that I ran into you."

On the surface, Blue Will appeared to breathe a sigh of relief, but his eyes remained wary.

"That is indeed a coincidence."

"After all, there's nothing left in this area except for historical relics."

"Apart from someone like me who is a history fanatic, very few other people come here."

After saying that.

An awkward silence fell between the two sides.

Roger frowned slightly.

Blue Will is right.

The area where they now live is the "Temple District" of Lakeside Village, a place rarely visited by people.

It is said to be a temple.

In reality, only a few stone pillars and some stone tablets that have almost completely weathered away remain.

This place is just ruins.

The power of the spirit world projection in this place also appears very weak.

It's difficult for psychics to gain any benefits here.

So usually no one comes here—except for people who are interested in historical artifacts.

Blue Will seems to fit this description perfectly.

This made his story seem flawless.

"I was just about to ask you about what happened during the day."

Roger, trying to make conversation, said, "I thought that since you had mustered up the courage, you wouldn't back down."

Blue Will forced a smile, "I don't have the same power as you."

"I've heard of Demon Clown, these spirit creatures. Clearly, they're not the strongest enemies in the Amusement Park."

"I am fully aware of my own abilities, so I chose to withdraw."

Roger nodded.

to be honest.

At this moment, he was actually very hesitant—he was unusually unsure about Blue Will.

This person had his life saved by him.

The two got along quite well.

The only thing that bothered Roger was the other person's name.

And he always felt that tonight, when he looked into his own eyes...

Blue Will's eyes...

That's a bit strange!

It wasn't just any ordinary weirdness; it was as if another soul was hiding inside his body, desperately trying to avoid his gaze!

The other party's every move.

It looks like a marionette! "Is it possessed?"

Roger secretly wondered what was going on.

But a powerful inspiration told him.

Blue Will was not possessed by any evil entity.

This left him completely baffled.

In accordance with Roger's usual style.

They've probably already made their move.

After all, the other party was just a historical figure.

But looking at Blue Will's thin and frail physique and his refined and gentle demeanor...

Roger always felt he had to maintain some principles.

final.

He suppressed the urge to apply further pressure and interrogate him.

He asked casually:

"I'm also somewhat interested in history."

What have you gained here?

Upon hearing this...

Blue Will froze for a moment, as if his computer had crashed and frozen.

But he quickly realized what was going on and said very fluently, "To be honest, I've found something amazing here that's related to the history of the Second Age."

"Um?"

Roger was somewhat surprised.

Without hesitation, Blue Will handed over a stone slab. "Please take a look."

"This is a ' Sleeper's Directory ' from the Breath Sect. Yes, it looks incomplete, but it was once used by Spirit Medium to summon the ' Death Angel.'"

"I dug this out from under the rubble."

"You know what this means..."

Roger took the stone slab.

After a gentle touch.

On the data panel.

"Hint: You have obtained the ' Sleeper's Directory ', your Historical Knowledge +10."

"Has someone ever summoned the Death Angel of the Breath Sect here?"

Roger pondered for a moment and asked, "Are the Death Angel the kind that are responsible for combat?"

Blue Will shook his head. "No, the Death Angel is in charge of art, solace, and silence. He only possesses the title of 'Death' because he is a servant of the 'Lord of Breath.'"

"The Death Angel usually only appears when it accompanies the Lord of the Breath; it is the Lord's attendant."

"And in the territory of the Breath Sect, it will only appear at the most important celebrations."

Upon hearing this...

Roger instantly understood what Blue Will meant. "You mean, this used to be the territory of the Breath Sect?"

"Or perhaps..."

"Has the Lord of Breath ever appeared here?"

Blue Will nodded.

His tone regained its composure. "Isn't it strange?"

"This place is clearly a place where the spirit world and reality intersect, which is ruled by the Ancient One Vilan, yet there are traces left by the Lord of Breath."

Speaking of which...

He suddenly stopped.

He looked at Roger for a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Finally, he shook his head. "Mr. Roger."

"I'm planning to leave."

"Taking advantage of this month of free movement, I decided to explore the Lakeside Village, the castle, and the surrounding area."

"I have absolutely no interest in the treasures of the Ancient One now."

"I just want to explore more of history's secrets before I leave; that's my biggest wish right now."

Having said all that.

He bowed respectfully to Roger.

Then he left quietly.

Roger noticed.

The path he took was indeed heading towards Weilun Castle.

Watching Blue Will's figure gradually disappear into the thick fog.

Roger felt a mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

Blue Will may have sensed his own murderous intent.

His early departure was probably out of necessity.

"If he really is Vilan, even if he is not my match, he probably has a million ways to avoid me."

Am I being too suspicious?

Roger sighed softly to himself.

I carefully recall my experiences since I met Blue Will.

The two got along quite well.

The other party is clearly just a historical figure.

And their strength is not particularly formidable.

But Roger felt a sense of kinship with him.

He had almost never felt this way with anyone else.

Therefore, he felt sorry for Blue Will's departure.

Fortunately, he has never been a conflicted person.

not to mention.

When entering this world.

The system then prompted him that historical figures are just historical figures.

They became too engrossed in it.

On the contrary, it may bring disaster.

He immediately returned the way he came.

However, when passing by Resting Lake, he deliberately took a detour and walked around in the direction of the Amusement Park.

The fog grew even thicker at night.

Roger could hear strange noises coming from the Amusement Park.

Those sounds didn't sound like they were made by humans at all.

It felt more like stepping into a bustling zoo.

He was about to get closer to the railing for a closer look.

The Butler Motto, appeared like a ghost.

He tapped his cane hard and said solemnly, "The Amusement Park needs time to be repaired."

"Please stop."

Roger shrugged.

He slowly turned around and peered inside with all his might.

A thick fog blanketed everything.

He saw nothing.

Under the tense gaze of Motuo.

Roger left quietly.

He walked along the lakeside path for 3 minutes.

A crow suddenly flew over and landed on Roger's shoulder.

It fluttered around.

The crow turned into soap.

"Master, I can't see anything in the fog, but I can sense the aura of many different Psychic Art!"

"At least three different types of monsters must have been involved in the Amusement Park's repairs."

Cindy quickly reported.

"At least three types?"

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

night.

Because inspiration is still plentiful.

Roger wasted no time and chose the "Spirit Ascension Ritual" of the "Blade Law"! Thanks to his rich wife.

Roger had plenty of Spirit Medium and materials at his disposal.

After the last one was used on the Time Stairway.

He still has two copies left.

This was enough for him to enhance his Psychic Art in any posture.

After a light incense burner.

Roger returned to the spirit world.

This time it was still a choice between two options, but he chose the Blade Master Plank Road.

So after the scene change was complete.

He appeared directly on the third platform of the plank road.

Having learned from the previous experience.

Roger walked leisurely along the Blade Master Plank Road.

This departure could last for an unknown period of time.

Time seems to have become a meaningless concept in the spirit world.

Roger walked until he was completely exhausted and unconscious.

final.

When he looked up at the endless starry sky and the slowly rising cliffs.

He has successfully reached the sixth platform! However, after crossing the sixth platform...

Roger clearly felt the pressure increasing.

Although no monsters interfered.

But each gust of wind, tremor, and palpitation was almost unbearable for him.

He knew.

This is pretty much his limit.

Go up further.

It's easy to fail at the last hurdle and fall to the bottom! At this point, stopping is the perfect solution.

But Roger still had some doubts.

Logically speaking, I should already be a master with four-star Inspiration.

He couldn't go on after only 97 steps.

How much inspiration did the swordsman at the end of those steps possess? One must know.

Based on his visual assessment.

The Blade Master Plank Road has at least 300 steps! "Wait, I think I've made a mistake!"

"What determines the level of Psychic Art is never the number of steps, but the height of the Spirit World Cliff!"

Roger suddenly realized what was happening.

Because height is often linked to the number of steps.

Therefore, he subconsciously confused the two into one concept.

But that's not actually the case.

Because the walkway is built in a zigzag pattern, there are far more steps than if it were straight up and down, in order to reduce the slope.

Sometimes, it's necessary to bypass certain protruding rocks.

The plank road even requires walking down a section of the path!

These paths are actually considered "ineffective climbing".

But it also consumes a lot of inspiration.

If we calculate it this way...

Walking on the plank road also seems to have its drawbacks.

For beginners.

Plank roads can effectively help reduce the difficulty.

But for experienced professionals...

The existence of the plank road amplifies the climbers' need for inspiration! Roger suddenly realized.

The existence of the Five Elements Plank Road has a flavor of 'welcoming newbies and suppressing veterans'.

Based on what I saw and heard during the day and my conversation with Blue Will.

Roger had a vague idea in his mind.

He calmed himself down.

Consciousness withdrew from the spirit world.

"Spirit Ascension Ritual: You climbed a total of 66 steps during this ascension. Your performance has surpassed 99% of spirit mediums. The Blade Master's attention is now active..."

"You have gained Psychic Points: 66 Knives;

Your Psychic Art: Blade upgraded to Tier III; Your Combat skill upgraded to 5 stars (official)

"The Blade Master's Attention: You have received a gift from the Blade Master (Red Essence Codex)"

"Red Essence Codex: A Tier 3 Grimoire of the Blade Sect. After practicing it, one can learn the Blade Master's unique Psychic Art."

"Present World Panel: Your Slaughter Authority Rank +0.08"

In a simple hut.

Roger looked down.

Without realizing it.

He now had a thin booklet in his hand.

The book was shrouded in mist.

It seemed as if some mysterious power was emanating from it.

"Owner!"

Cindy suddenly shouted:

There's something wrong with this book!

Roger was taken aback.

He then asked in a deep voice, "How did you know?"

"Yes, your inspiration is seven stars..."

"My senses here are far inferior to yours!"

Roger gave a wry smile.

I never imagined I would have a day when I was so inadequate.

To everyone's surprise, Cindy stammered and said:

"I didn't use my senses."

Roger was taken aback again.

But then Cindy said, "It says on the book cover..."

"To practice this skill, one must pass three questions."

What is a knife?

What is a human? What is a spirit?..."

"There are indeed three problems here."

Upon hearing this...

Roger's expression gradually became numb.

He pondered for a moment.

Ultimately, he did not receive the secret manual bestowed upon him by the master of the sword.

The reason for this is...

Firstly, he didn't trust the sword master enough; secondly, his need for Psychic Art was very low to begin with.

Roger came to the Historical World with only one purpose—

Slaughter Authority Rank! As long as you can go far enough on the Spirit World Cliff, that's enough.

The rest is all fluff! But Cindy's interruption...

He did recall a question.

This guy is a powerful being with 7 inspirations. Can he perform an "Spirit Ascension Ritual"?

If possible.

How far can it go?

Thinking about this...

Roger couldn't wait to drag Cindy along to ascend to the Spirit Realm.

Anyway, he has no shortage of materials.

Unfortunately, it was already close to dawn.

The Spirit Ascension Ritual must be performed at night; otherwise, the spiritual energy is too weak, and the ascension will be greatly compromised.

So he had no choice but to suppress the idea for the time being.

After returning from the spirit world.

Roger took a short nap inside the house.

Very soon.

Footsteps could be heard throughout the village.

The first round of the game for the remaining players.

It will begin today.

morning.

Amusement Park in Resting Lake.

A thin mist hangs in the air.

Amidst the laughter of the clowns and Snow Woman, a few shrill screams pierced the air.

Outside the guardrail.

Motuo coldly announced, "The fourth group is finished. No one survived."

"Group 5."

The Teleportation Gate opened silently.

The fifth group of psychics walked in with resolute expressions.

Very soon.

Another round of the game has begun.

Everything is as usual.

As expected.

This made Motuo breathe a slight sigh of relief.

His gaze swept back and forth across the crowd.

very good.

Roger was not found.

That guy finally behaved himself today.

This is what Medog thought to himself.

"No matter how terrifying your background is, no matter how powerful you are, once today is over, you will not be allowed to be so arrogant..."

His gaze slowly drifted towards the Amusement Park.

Just at this moment.

A Demon Clown with a chilling smile limped by, pulling a chainsaw.

Medog showed a satisfied expression.

"This clown is really dedicated..."

In the blink of an eye.

The clown then vanished from his sight.

A moment later.

The clown successfully navigated most of the rides in the Amusement Park.

We arrived at an invisible door.

He stretched out his hands.

Gently touch the door.

A soft and ethereal sensation slowly spread through me.

On the data panel.

"Enter the Spirit Realm: Snow Woman Camp?"

"Hint: You have arrived at the Snow Woman Camp."

"Log: You begin your trek through the Snow Woman Camp."

You skim lightly across the stream at the Snow Woman Camp's camp.

You have passed through the valley of the Snow Woman Camp.

You have climbed to the sacred peak of the Snow Woman Camp.

You discovered the faith totem of the Snow Woman Camp —you felt the Frost Lord's blessing, and you realized that the Snow Woman was actually a member of the Frost Lord's kin.

You have received a confidential message.

"You have obtained 2 portions of Spirit World Dust."

Warning: You have been discovered by a group of Snow Woman! Please make a choice—

The High-Dimensional Perspective is now in effect.

Option 1: Run away (run away without looking back)

Choice result: There is a 50% chance that the anomaly will be discovered by the higher-ups of the Snow Woman Camp and reported to the Frost Lord.

Option 2: Deceive them (tell them that you are also a Snow Woman, just with a somewhat unusual appearance).

Choice result: 1% of the dim-witted Snow Woman will believe this, while the rest will team up to attack you.

Option 3: Fire (Although you don't have a tank, and the current affix of the Possession Ring is unrelated to tanks, you can still choose to fire the cannons to kill these Snow Woman;

Hint 1: In the spirit world, the Psychic Soap possesses 200% power; Hint 2: A tank can also be an emergency item when necessary...

Option Result: Successfully eliminating all the Snow Woman who detected the anomaly will not cause any disturbance.

"Do I even have a choice?"

Roger shrugged.

He deftly pulled a bar of soap from his waist.