Trial Scenario: [Million-Player Battle Royale]

This was a land steeped in the scent of blood, with a faint crimson mist lingering all around. Thornbushes and various aggressive plants grew from the ground.

Beside Feng Buzhi, a carnivorous plant was chewing on a corpse. By now, more than half of the corpse had been digested by the plant's dissolving fluid.

Not far from the man-eating flower was another corpse, pierced through by thorns. It was about the size of a Goblin, but red in color and somewhat plumper, with a large belly.

Eerie whispers also drifted through the pervasive crimson mist, only far more chaotic than before.

Sounds of battle cries came from afar. A fight seemed to be taking place several hundred meters away.

Feng Buzhi swayed his two heads as he surveyed his surroundings. He was still in his two-headed, four-armed form.

The next moment, under Feng Buzhi's control, his two heads merged into one, and his four arms returned to two. He became a normal human once more.

"It's a little chilly. I'm still not used to having my body exposed."

After arriving here, he had not had a single stitch of clothing on him.

As he spoke, Feng Buzhi dragged out the red monster corpse tangled in the nearby thorns, intending to use its clothing to make a simple pair of underpants. But the moment he tugged it, he discovered that both the corpse and its clothes had already rotted away, giving off a pungent stench.

"If I had some rope, I could use the man-eating flower's leaves to make some simple clothes."

Feng Buzhi sighed softly and looked up at the sky.

Unlike the whisper from the mist outside the town that asked, "Do you wish to possess power?"

The whispers in the mist here did not form seductive words. Instead, they formed a kind of writing and image. At this moment, the words were condensing and projecting into the sky.

Because his mental realm had reached Subtle, Feng Buzhi was able to see these words.

[Welcome to the Endless Abyss]

[You have entered the initial level of the Endless Abyss: Fallen Plains]

[You have entered the scenario: Million-Player Battle Royale]

[The slaughter of a million living beings. Can you survive until the very end?]

[Current participants: 902384]

The number in the final line kept changing. At its current rate of increase, Feng Buzhi felt it might take more than ten minutes for the number to reach one million.

Besides that, a map appeared beneath the text.

The map was somewhat blurry. Even Feng Buzhi took quite a while to see it clearly.

Near one corner of the map was a tiny green dot. If Feng Buzhi was not mistaken, that green dot represented him.

As for the other beings, they were represented by tiny red dots.

"This feels a bit like a battle royale online game. This place doesn't seem to be reality, but my body is nearly identical to the one in reality."

Feng Buzhi moved his body a little. Just as in reality, his body currently possessed 30 Strength. After breaking through his shackles, his Strength could reach 50 points.

Besides that, he could also sense the eerie presence that had fused into his skin not long ago.

The only difference was that he had gained an additional transformation ability, allowing him to switch into a two-headed, four-armed form.

In that two-headed, four-armed form, his will, spirit, and physical constitution would all receive a certain degree of enhancement.

And he had absolutely never mastered this two-headed, four-armed form in reality.

"Could it be that, through some kind of cultivation in reality, I can also switch into a two-headed, four-armed form? But how am I supposed to cultivate?"

Feng Buzhi pondered for a while, but found no clues.

Without dwelling on it further, Feng Buzhi continued to sense the eerie presence within his skin.

While he had been thinking just now, he had heard extremely faint eerie whispers from within his skin.

"I am steel, Hundred-Tempered Steel that cannot be destroyed. I am fire, the forging flame blazing fiercely within the furnace. Become my slave, and I shall grant you everything you desire."

"Use me, feel me, crave me, worship me. I shall bestow alms and mercy upon you. I shall grant you great power!"

As the whisper spoke, Feng Buzhi discovered that the eerie presence in the skin near his right arm began to twitch incessantly. His skin gradually grew scorching hot, and steam began to rise from it.

"Still refusing to choose? Still refusing to kneel upon the ground and beg and worship?"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"I'm so hungry! Give me food, now! Give it to me, or I'll eat you! I'll take control of your body, I—"

The enraged eerie whisper stopped abruptly.

Feng Buzhi lightly pressed his fingers against his constantly agitated right arm. In an instant, he had transformed into his two-headed, four-armed form, using his spirit and will to suppress the eerie presence within his skin.

According to his original plan, he had intended to communicate with the eerie presence in his skin.

He had also planned to ask it a few questions, to see if he could get anything out of it.

In the end, his will and spirit smashed the eerie presence to pieces in an instant.

Yes, smashed it to pieces.

The whisper of eerie power in his skin had bragged so impressively, going on about Hundred-Tempered Steel and Furnace Fire, yet before his spirit and will had even exerted themselves, it had already collapsed and dispersed.

And at that moment, Feng Buzhi suddenly sensed the eerie presence in his skin with far greater clarity.

The eerie presence now seemed to have become a part of his body, something he could control with effortless ease.

At that moment, Feng Buzhi also gained some understanding and knew what exactly he had just smashed apart.

What he had destroyed was not the eerie presence itself, but the self-awareness it had generated.

Thus, after the eerie presence's self-awareness dissipated, he took over control of the eerie presence within his skin.

However, this did not mean that the self-awareness of the eerie power had been completely destroyed. As long as the eerie power remained, its self-awareness would continuously revive.

Like weeds that kept growing back, the stronger the eerie power became, the stronger the self-awareness revived by that eerie power would become.

"Although I can keep destroying the self-awareness of the eerie power, it is better to channel a flood than block it. If I get the chance, it would be better to refine the self-awareness generated by the eerie presence.

"But I haven't mastered any method of refinement. I wonder whether I can achieve Conversion by chanting scriptures."

Feng Buzhi analyzed things inwardly. His two-headed, four-armed body had already returned to one head and two arms, after which he placed his hand on the rotting corpse nearby.

The self-awareness generated by the eerie presence had been right about one thing. The eerie presence in his skin was indeed extremely hungry.

Just as a newborn infant knew how to suckle milk, he naturally knew that the corpse on the ground could become his food.

In fact, not only the corpses on the ground, but the blood mist permeating the area could also be absorbed by his body. Its concentration was simply far lower than that of the rotting corpses on the ground.

As he absorbed the eerie presence from the decaying corpse, the corpse's foul stench gradually vanished. Scarlet pathways, like capillaries or muscle fibers, appeared across Feng Buzhi's arm, while heat continuously rose from his skin.

Then, just as Feng Buzhi was thoroughly enjoying absorbing the eerie presence and feeding on it, his sonar ability suddenly detected an uninvited guest moving toward him...