"Could you turn on the light?"
It was pitch black all around.
Qin Ze's words received no response.
Immediately afterward, he released his mental energy.
His mental energy seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and there was no response.
"Someone else has come in."
"Why does he look different from the people who came in before him?"
"It might have mutated."
So who's going with him this time?
"I don't want to."
"I don't want it either."
"Can't you two be a little more reserved? You're going to run off with someone before you've even been tested."
"..."
Whispers arose from the surrounding area.
Qin Ze frowned.
Something is speaking.
But there was nothing around.
Qin Ze couldn't help but wonder, is this also part of the trial?
The blackness suddenly receded as quickly as the tide.
Qin Ze stood on a vast wilderness.
A hundred meters directly ahead, there was an ordinary apple tree with only one apple hanging from its branch.
The wilderness was quiet.
The whispers ceased.
Qin Ze was baffled. "What do you mean? You want me to pick fruit?"
There were neither instructions nor prompts.
Thinking it was a trial, Qin Ze held back for the time being and walked straight towards the apple tree.
"Wrong."
After walking a few steps, Qin Ze noticed something was wrong.
With each step he took forward, an even stronger force surged from all directions, compressing his body.
The apple tree also exudes a continuous spiritual impact.
The impact intensity increases as the distance between him and the apple tree decreases.
"This is getting interesting."
Qin Ze moved with lightning speed, rushing more than fifty meters away in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Qin Ze felt as if a Level Nine Martial Artist was bombarding him with fists and mental energy.
That's it?
This was still not enough for Qin Ze.
He accelerated again, and when he was still a few steps away from the apple tree, he finally felt the resistance.
My legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
It felt as if my body was being gripped and squeezed by an invisible hand.
Qin Ze's bones made a cracking sound.
The mental shock directly transformed into a mental tsunami.
The waves crashed against Qin Ze's head, one after another.
A great dragon formed from spiritual power leaped out of Qin Ze's sea of consciousness, tightly coiling around him and blocking all spiritual impacts.
Bang bang~ Bang bang bang~
As the King Engine starts, the heart continuously transmits its powerful energy to every part of the body, reaching every cell.
Qin Ze suddenly exerted force with both legs, and the "big hand" holding him was directly broken through.
Bang--
Qin Ze's right shoulder slammed heavily against the tree.
The apples on the branch were shaken off.
The surrounding mental shock and gravitational constraints vanished in an instant.
Qin Ze caught the apple, put it to his mouth, and took a bite.
"It's quite crisp."
Whispers began again.
This time, the voice was filled with surprise.
He beat the game!
"How could it be so fast?"
"I haven't even had a chance to apply pressure yet..."
So who will go with him?
"I don't want to."
"Then... let's do it again?"
"Agree."
"Let me!"
"..."
Qin Ze frowned. "Who exactly is speaking?"
Miss Sword Case said, " Qin Ze, there is divine power around us."
Qin Ze nodded; he had sensed it too.
The fluctuations were very slight and not noticeable.
Blackness surged in like a tide, then receded just as quickly.
The wilderness and apple trees have disappeared, replaced by a square white room with a door on each wall.
Qin Ze murmured, "Didn't they say I had already cleared the game?"
The Dharma King said, "It's obvious that someone can't handle this."
The Magician exclaimed indignantly, "A bunch of cowardly and despicable scoundrels!"
"Let's unleash a Skill of the God and teach them a lesson!"
The four walls and four doors are exactly the same; you can't tell the difference from the outside at all.
Qin Ze randomly chose a door and pushed it open. Behind the door was a long, downward staircase.
Qin Ze, who was already prepared for battle, was taken aback by the scene behind the door.
He thought there would be an arena or something behind the door, but there was only a staircase.
Qin Ze first used his mental power to scan the area, and after confirming that there was nothing inside, he carefully walked up.
The staircase was long, with plain white walls on both sides and overhead.
At first glance, it looks no different from the stairwell of a residential building.
After climbing a hundred steps, Qin Ze arrived at a door.
Pushing open the door, you enter another square room, with the same doors embedded in the remaining three walls.
Bang--
The moment Qin Ze stepped into the room, the door behind him slammed shut.
He tried pushing the door, but it didn't budge.
boom--
Qin Ze threw a powerful punch.
The door was right in front of me, but when I punched it, it felt like I was hitting thin air; I couldn't feel anything at all.
Brother Devour asked, "Are your mental and physical bodies feeling the pressure?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "Same as the last room."
Ignoring the door behind him, Qin Ze randomly pushed open one of the remaining three doors.
Behind the door, there was still a long staircase leading downwards.
What's going on?
"Is this challenge about climbing a ladder?"
Qin Ze tried to open the other two doors to the room, but they wouldn't budge.
"That means once one door is opened, all the other doors will lock."
Having no other choice, Qin Ze could only continue downwards, climbing another hundred steps.
At the end of the steps were a door and a room.
This time, Qin Ze chose the door on the left, and after pushing it open, he found himself at the stairs again.
This time, however, the stairs lead upwards.
After passing through the stairs and arriving at room Number Three, Qin Ze was once again faced with three doors.
He was already starting to get agitated.
"Will this ever end?"
Doors, stairs, rooms, doors...
Qin Ze felt like he was trapped in an endless loop.
The only difference is that the stairs behind the door sometimes go up and sometimes down.
However, the majority of the results were downward.
On average, no more than three out of ten doors lead upwards via staircases.
Qin Ze, who had already opened countless doors, stopped in the square white room.
He felt inexplicably irritable.
There's a feeling of anger inside me, with nowhere to vent it.
Brother Devour said in a deep voice, "Your emotions are a bit off, control yourself."
Qin Ze noticed it too, but he just couldn't control it.
He wanted to blow up the room, the stairs, and all the doors.
Yet, everything that clearly exists before my eyes is also an illusion.
All of Qin Ze's attacks seemed to hit thin air.
How many doors did I open?
Brother Devour replied, "Sixty-two doors."
Qin Ze tugged at his collar.
He simply couldn't understand the point of this test.
"I hope I'm not going to spend my whole life just pushing doors like this."
Brother Devour said, "I think you need to stop."
Qin Ze replied, "I can't stop. I only have one thought in my mind right now: to push open every damn door I see!"
The Magician offered a sound suggestion, "Quickly summon Skill of the God!"
Qin Ze cursed, "Please, my ass."
As he spoke, he walked straight to the door in front of him, his hand on it as he was about to push it open, when Miss Sword Case, who had been silent the whole way, suddenly spoke up.
" Qin Ze, we can't open the door anymore."