What Moaning Myrtle had resolved to do in the Chamber of Secrets was naturally unknown to Lin Du at this moment.
In truth, petrified as he was, he was undergoing a rather peculiar experience—
Unlike the wizards who usually lost consciousness completely after meeting the Basilisk's gaze, Lin Du had already adjusted the flow of his Magic Power and his mental defenses before actively "welcoming" that deadly stare.
Thus, petrification did not bring him darkness and nothingness. Instead, it felt more like slipping into a drowsy state between sleep and wakefulness.
Even though his senses had been greatly dulled and his body was as rigid as actual stone, he could still vaguely catch the outlines of the outside world and intense emotional fluctuations.
He could even feel a long-lost sense of relaxation—
With his mind empty and thoughts drifting, he did not need to think about research, teaching, or complicated plans. This feeling of "stagnation" was unexpectedly... nice.
—If his contract partner had not been constantly making noise in his mind.
"It's starting, it's starting! That kid jumped up!
"He stepped on the rock! Yes! Beautiful! Ahhh, too bad his hand's shaking a little...
"Stab him! Harder! Push down! Good!
"Hiss—look at all that blood..."
Chao Feng's excited voice broadcast the battle directly into Lin Du's mind, as noisy as Lee Jordan.
Unable to respond, Lin Du could only silently endure this "immersive" experience in the depths of his consciousness.
Just as the commentary reached its climax, Chao Feng's voice suddenly changed—
"Wait, wait... that direction... Don't come over here! Not there! Hey! I'm talking to you, you turkey! Is that somewhere you can stand?! Get down! Get down now—!!"
The instant that panicked "warning" sounded, Lin Du vaguely sensed a warm, powerful presence brimming with vitality landing lightly yet