The Summoning from...!?

There's a problem!

This is a big problem!

Although Cheng Shi walked away easily, he remained tense throughout.

Ever since the Dice of Destiny bounced, he had been hearing a faint voice echoing in the depths of his mind.

The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of consciousness, or perhaps from the ethereal Nothingness, intermittent and indistinct.

Cheng Shi listened intently for a long time, but could only make out that it was a woman's voice; he couldn't make out what she was saying.

This made Cheng Shi very apprehensive.

This really does look like something dirty!

In an Experiment Field where "Truth" is being studied and laws are being explored, hearing ghostly voices that sound like howls doesn't seem quite right, does it?

He glanced at the surrounding Scholar out of the corner of his eye, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he looked away at his teammates and found that they had already left.

So, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Cheng Shi took a few steps, climbed down the ladder to a less crowded path, and hid in a corner.

He had to first determine what exactly this woman who kept screaming in his head was before he could decide whether to fight the ghost or gather information from all over the place.

But to his surprise, when he reached the corner, the voice in his mind became clearer.

Cheng Shi nervously pressed the [Death] ring on his hand and looked around. Only after confirming that no one was around did he concentrate on listening to the woman's voice.

Then, he heard a faint... singing voice:

"The deceased has not closed their eyes for a long time, their bones murmur... softly humming..."

This is... His kingdom, where after death... comes rebirth...

Return, my warrior... This requiem... is a song of triumph for you!

As the lyrics of the melody became clearer, Cheng Shi's heartbeat quickened, as if something was calling him to an unknown world.

Cheng Shi was terrified. He gripped his wrist, feeling the increasingly powerful pulse, and his expression became tense.

"Oh no, the debt collectors are here!"

Seriously, bro? I just wrote an IOU, and you're already chasing me for the debt?

Can you give me two more days? It's not like I'm not going to pay you back.

Don't rush me!

When you get anxious, I get anxious too.

Seeing his heart beating faster and faster, Cheng Shi gritted his teeth and cast a Calming Technique on himself.

He exhaled heavily twice and began to examine his physical condition. At the same time, he used his eyes, ears, and nose to scan his surroundings, trying to confirm whether he had been tricked by someone.

If anyone was involved in the tampering, it could only be the vanished Hu Wei.

If Bai Fei wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to resort to these tricks; he could just shoot an arrow, which he probably couldn't withstand.

Yan Chun is still too inexperienced and couldn't possibly do it so discreetly.

Even if it was Hu Wei did it, what did he want to do?

What do you want to get from yourself?

Cheng Shi recalled everything that had happened along the way and was quite certain that he had never revealed any information or fallen into any linguistic traps, and that he should not have provoked Hu Wei to act so hastily.

So, where exactly did the problem go wrong?

He frowned and began to ponder, and in order to verify the influence of the environment, he moved his position again.

However, just as Cheng Shi left that corner and headed towards the other end of the path, he suddenly realized that the voice in his mind became clearer as he approached the giant tree in the center of the Experiment Field!

He stopped abruptly and looked up at the enormous thing in front of him.

He hadn't noticed the rustling sound when it first started, but now that he was closer, Cheng Shi immediately realized that the whispering in his mind seemed to be coming from the direction of this towering tree.

Conjugate Whisper! Conjugate Whisper?

So that's how it whispers?

Cheng Shi's expression hardened, and he tentatively took a step towards the giant tree.

Sure enough, as he took that step, the voice in his mind grew even louder.

Could it be...?

Is this giant tree related to the Great One on the throne?

Otherwise, how can we explain that a tree of illusion and reality planted by Scholar of the Tower of Reason is whispering the song of death?

And that voice... it sounds familiar.

Cheng Shi frowned, trying to recall where he had heard that voice before, but just then, the Dice of Destiny in his pocket jumped again without warning.

Cheng Shi was startled. He clutched his chest and secretly picked up the Dice.

But the moment his finger touched the dice, Cheng Shi's consciousness was instantly sucked away by Nothingness.

His body remained in place, and he acted as if nothing was wrong.

The unconscious body stood there, head bowed, chest in hand, brows furrowed in thought.

Although he stood motionless in place, he appeared no different from the Scholar around him who were contemplating the Truth.

This journey of consciousness was different from the past. Cheng Shi felt as if he had been drifting in the darkness for a long time before finally finding a ray of light by following the direction from which the song came.

As he hesitated, unsure whether to jump into the light, another familiar voice came from the other side of the light.

It was this sound that made Cheng Shi suddenly realize something. He was shocked and then plunged into the light.

"Return, my warrior! This requiem is dedicated to you..."

A song of triumph!

"..."

"Qing... Sister Qing, this is the seventh time, is it really working?"

A melodious female voice rang out, her tone carrying a hint of doubt and confusion, but not a trace of questioning.

Perhaps she was just curious why the prop wasn't working as intended.

"It will definitely work!"

The woman called Sister Qing gritted her teeth, her face pale.

She held a golden mask in her hand, splattered with conspicuous bloodstains. Her hands, gripping the mask tightly, were white at the knuckles and trembling slightly, indicating that her mood was not as certain as she claimed.

The dim firelight danced on her face, Change with her expressions.

She hesitated.

She was unsure!

Although she was confident that she would never misjudge anyone, she truly couldn't see through the man who gave her the golden mask.

But now that things have come to this, the situation is critical, and there is no other way but to try her best.

If she's going to give up, what will become of her companions?

Therefore, it is far from time to give up!

Fang Shiqing! We can't give up yet!

That's right, the woman who was softly chanting the melody of "death" was none other than Cheng Shi 'Fang Shiqing former teammate, the one who wanted to recruit him into the Fire Keeper!

Her two teammates, both injured, stood beside her, watching her with grave expressions.

It seemed that the entire team's hopes were pinned on the Mask in her hand.

Fang Shiqing wanted to do it again, her male companion behind her patted her shoulder, shook his head, and said with a serious expression:

"Sister Qing, you don't have many pages left in your 'Bone Soldier' book. If you keep using them, I'll be the only one holding the line, and I won't be able to stop their onslaught. You all..."

Fang Shiqing turned around, her eyes, which had been full of hesitation, now shining with hope. Looking at her companions behind her, she comforted them:

"Don't be afraid. Any prop that involves things beyond common sense will always encounter some problems that we can't understand when using it."

I'm not pinning my hopes on some Nothingness calling, but rather that in our current state, we simply cannot continue.

Even if these Bone Soldier can withstand the enemy's charge, the problem is...

We are too weak.

My healing manual is empty; we desperately need a Priest.

Now it seems that only this mask remains.

Hmm, I've thought of a possibility.

Perhaps the 'Bone Soldier' page is of too low a grade to trigger its effect and cannot support a high-grade 'player puppet'.

It's alright, I still have a "Skeleton Warrior" card, which is an S-rank talent for [Death] Faith. If...

"No!"

Fang Shiqing was interrupted by her male companion before she could finish speaking.

"That page is your last resort to save your life. We can die here, but you can't."

Sister Qing, the Fire Keeper cannot lose those Fire Seeker, just as a flame cannot be without firewood!

We die, but countless others will emerge, yet you are now the only one left Fire Seeker...

For the sake of the Fire Keeper, for the sake of everyone's hope, Sister Qing, you cannot die.

"I..."

Fang Shiqing knew all too well how cruel it was to abandon her teammates and survive alone until the end of the Trials.

She didn't want it to be like this, so she wanted to give it another shot.

The Singer of "Truth" gripped the golden mask tightly in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

"I... I still want to try..."

This isn't a useless Mask. Although he rejected my invitation, I... trust him.

He wouldn't lie to me.

If we could truly awaken a puppet of the Doctor of Forgetfulness, it would be enough for all of us to hold out until the very last moment!

"Can..."

The male companion was about to say something when, at that moment, the corpse at their feet, which had been unresponsive, suddenly opened its eyes.

Those bright eyes were like pearls embedded in rotting flesh. As they opened, the corpse shed its skin and flesh, and all the filth was stripped away.

Beneath that shed skin, a brand new body slowly sat up.

He looked around and noticed the three people.

Seeing the look of surprise, relief, and shock in his eyes, the "Bone Soldier" reborn from the corpse shook the blood off his arm and spoke.

"Wow, those thighs are quite revealing."