Hard-Earned Leisure Time

Ring of Bone Servant Lele'er (SSSs): Discarded Divine Artifact, a ring forged by Death itself, containing half of Thunder Divinity and one-quarter of Filth and Decay Divinity imbued with fear.

Special effect [Fear Nourishment]: You can absorb the surrounding fear and recharge it. Each time it is fully charged, the ring will light up a Screaming Maw.

Special Effect [Thunderclap Judgment]: Consumes one unit of Fear Nourishment to summon Thunder Punishment, annihilating the enemy. If the target has previously provided Fear Nourishment to the ring, Thunder Punishment will always hit.

Special Effect [Bone Servant Under the Throne]: You can refine a corpse into a dead bone servant, which can bring your praise back to the noble lord on the Upon the Throne.

Cheng Shi stared intently at the ring in his hand, drool dripping onto the floor.

A 3.5S-grade Discarded Divine Artifact!

From the day of its birth until now, I have never heard of it!

That's awesome!

Cheng Shi silently withdrew his earlier inner monologue about "death" and began to shower his praise with compliments.

"Praise be to the noble one who Upon the Throne of bones!"

Look at their status!

That's classy!

This is amazing!

Some bosses, not by name, just want to give a notification!

If you don't work harder, your employees will be promoted to permanent positions at other companies!

What's that old saying again? The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

It's the Truth!

This philosopher surnamed Gao saw through the essence of the world long ago!

Cheng Shi admired himself for a long time, just as excited as when he first obtained his first S-level talent.

This immense sense of accomplishment filled his chest, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.

If you're wondering why I don't mention Cheng Shi, who only has 2100 points, who also has an SS-level talent.

Then all I can tell you is that there is something called the initial Faith Talent.

While it's rare to get an SS-level initial Faith Talent, it doesn't mean it's impossible.

Some people strive their whole lives to reach Rome, while others are born in Rome.

Cheng Shi is not the former type.

They don't consider themselves to be the latter type.

He felt that he was born to be a mule or horse, destined to be driven around by others.

Now, this mule finally has the right to stop and catch its breath.

He carefully took off the ring and counted the number of "Screaming Maw" on it; there were exactly five.

In each trial, besides Cheng Shi himself, there are exactly five teammates.

It is quite clear what that distinguished gentleman intended to express.

"..."

"I'm just a healer, I only know how to save teammates, how could I possibly kill teammates, let alone kill five of them at once..."

"That joke went too far, bro."

Cheng Shi shook his head and chuckled, gently wiping the ring with his sleeve until it was spotless.

Then, they found several rings they had picked up during previous trials in the warehouse, cleaned them, and put them on their hands one by one.

Two in the left hand, two in the right hand.

They have red, yellow, blue, and green.

In this way, what was originally an eye-catching divine relic instantly became an inconspicuous collectible of some ring collector.

After doing all this, he sat down on the edge of the rooftop and began to enjoy his lunch.

The unchanging recipe: Finger Bread with Canned Slime Drink.

"Dude, eating again?"

The voice of the mentally ill young man came from the rooftop across the street again. Cheng Shi looked up and saw Xie Yang holding a large backpack, waving at him.

"What are you doing, exercising?" Cheng Shi smiled.

Xie Yang's waving arm paused, and he laughed awkwardly:

"What kind of physical training can this provide? This Trials wasn't too dangerous. I happened to find a few history books during the Trials, and since you're Mage, I figured you must like studying history, so I brought them back for you."

Haha, you're welcome, here, catch!

After saying that, he threw the schoolbag over like a hammer.

Although the other party lied, Cheng Shi could tell what he meant.

This was clearly not a casual gesture; it was a deliberate attempt to curry favor.

Perhaps because Xu Lu complained too harshly last time, Xie Yang had been Cheng Shi for medicine for the past week. He seemed to have realized that Cheng Shi still had some of the Past Prosperity stock in his possession.

But Cheng Shi never gave it to him.

It's not that I'm unwilling to help, it's just that I don't want to give Xu Lu any advantage.

They've always thrown over plenty of food and drinks, but this time, this book...

Originally, Cheng Shi had no interest in the history of the Trials, but since the end of this Trials, he suddenly became curious about what had happened in the Isle of Hope.

Even if this thirst for knowledge is mixed with a burning curiosity about the Grand Inquisition, it is still a thirst for knowledge.

So Xie Yang's move really hit the nail on the head.

"Tsk, brother, if I help you, I'll only hurt you. Green tea isn't something everyone can drink. People with sensitive stomachs will get an upset stomach."

Cheng Shi kept these words to himself but didn't say them aloud.

There's no other reason than that saying it out loud would reduce the fun by half.

He quickly popped his fingers into his mouth, then gulped down the sticky drink. He took out a bottle of Past Prosperity from his personal storage space and threw it toward Xie Yang.

He was still muttering to himself:

"I owe you two bottles!"

Xie Yang caught the flying medicine and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Holy crap, thank you so much, bro! You're like my real brother!"

I'm in great shape right now. I'll pay off the remaining bottle first. Dude, what are you lacking?

Anything below S-rank is fine.

S?

Now that I'm an SSSs, would I still be interested in anyone below S?

But Cheng Shi still said:

"Perfect timing. I need to ask you about something. If you have any news, consider it repayment for the medicine."

Xie Yang was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? You want to ask me about something? What do you want to know?"

"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask how the Grand Inquisition clashed with the Tower of Reason during the mid -Civilization Era."

Xie Yang awkwardly scratched his head after hearing this.

"Sorry, buddy, I was just testing you last time. I'm really not a member of [Order]."

Cheng Shi was not surprised at all; instead, he nodded and said:

"I know, but aren't you part of the War effort? You should be familiar with the start of this large-scale war on the Isle of Hope."

"!"

Xie Yang's awkward smile froze the Cheng Shi finished speaking. His cheeks twitched, and he forced a couple of stiff laughs:

"Ha... ha... who told you I'm Believer in [war]? You've got it wrong."

"Oh, I was overthinking it. I saw you busy playing games every day, and I thought you couldn't stand not having someone to fight with."

That's all for now. I'll let you know if I remember need anything else.

After saying that, Cheng Shi picked up his schoolbag, flipped through the books in his hand, and walked towards the warehouse.

Behind him, on the rooftop opposite, Xie Yang watched Cheng Shi's Cheng Shi figure, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

I lost a move because my opponent guessed it first.

He gripped the medicine in his hand, sighed, and turned to walk to the other side.

"Ahem, Lulu, Lulu? Let me tell you, this Trials was extremely dangerous. I barely managed to win, but I still gained something. I found a bottle of Past Prosperity' in the Trials, and since you like this kind of potion, I brought it back for you."

Hello, Lulu?

Are you home?

"..."

Cheng Shi, of course, couldn't hear any of this. He sat on a stool in the warehouse, flipping through the books Xie Yang had brought back with great interest.

The language of the Isle of Hope has nothing to do with the language of the real world. Apart from those who like to study history, very few people can understand the non-translated version.

But Cheng Shi is capable.

Because he has a mouth that can read these words.

So it's more accurate to say that it's reading a book rather than just looking at it.

Cheng Shi discovered early on that [Lips of Foolish Play] loved reading, especially when he was alone.

This was originally a very useful auxiliary method, but ever since Cheng Shi suffered a loss once, he no longer dared to completely trust this person's words.

At this very moment, amidst the tadpole-like script on the page, the words uttered by the [Lips of Foolish Play] were...

"• The birthing process of the Kanliwal Boar Beast:"

1. Wash the razor;

2. Cut open the mother animal's abdomen...

"..."

Although it's speechless, it's at least quite normal, since Cheng Shi has done this before.

But when he heard the next sentence, he almost spat blood onto the roof.

3. Stuff the spices in.

"???"