Volume 1: The Beginner's First Cry Chapter 34: Shock
After Mason finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands clasped, and said no more. I stared at the black hole on the ground, feeling uneasy, not knowing what . I looked at Mason, whose eyes were closed and expressionless. It was probably impossible to get some inside information from him, so I had to experience it myself.
Take a deep breath. If it is a blessing, it is not a disaster. If it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided. If you can't even pass the first level of "courage test", how can you help your friends and realize their unfinished wishes? I walked straight into the bottomless black hole. In the world of mortals, I am just a poor little insect, struggling hard in the world. I don't have the delusion of turning into a dragon and roaring proudly above the nine heavens. I just want to live a colorful life. When I am old and recall the past, I can calmly say: "I lived happily!"
I couldn't see anything. There was endless darkness all around me. I felt so light and powerless, as if I was in the "dead space". I didn't know what to do, so I could only keep moving forward.
As I was walking, a little light suddenly appeared in front of me, approaching me rapidly and engulfing me in the blink of an eye. I couldn't help but close my eyes in the strong light, until I slowly got used to it, and then I slowly opened my eyes.
Where was this? There were snow-capped mountains all around me. I was standing alone on the top of the mountain. The first feeling I had was cold, a cold that penetrated deep into my bones. Even my blood froze. I couldn't move. My hands, feet, and even tongue were stiff. I didn't feel any pain, but it was an indescribable discomfort that made me want to roar to vent my anger. However, I turned into an ice sculpture and could do nothing.
In the blink of an eye, I left the world of ice and snow, but was tied to a thick copper pillar. Under my feet was a mountain of firewood covered with pine oil. A raging fire burned rapidly, engulfing my figure. Every inch of my skin was groaning and twitching in the fire. Except for the lack of pain, everything felt so real. My body gradually turned into charcoal and ashes in the bursts of green smoke, and there was no longer any trace of me in this world.
The next moment, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, dark clouds gathered, and I appeared in a bloody slaughterhouse, blood and flesh flew everywhere, limbs and broken arms, and an object flew past my eyes. It was a human head, with two big copper bell eyes wide open, staring at me, revealing endless hatred, as if I had killed him. Countless figures rushed towards me, and all kinds of blood-stained weapons passed through my body with bursts of screams. I could clearly feel my flesh being cut into pieces, and the whole body was torn into pieces, scattered in the blood pool and flesh forest in the blood rain.
Next, I was stung by a giant bee that had blown up its nest. My body was several times bigger, but I couldn't die for the time being. I lay on the ground and struggled to wriggle. I was also in a snake nest and couldn't move. I was entangled by poisonous snakes of different sizes and thicknesses. I fell into a river and drifted downstream. Not far behind me, there were dozens of crocodiles with their mouths wide open. Finally, I took a step forward, but suddenly found that I was on a cliff thousands of feet high. There was endless void in front of me. I couldn't stop and fell down. The feeling of weightlessness in the rapid fall made my heart jump out of my chest. Everything is so virtual and real that you know that everything should be virtual, but you still feel like you are there, which makes you shudder and makes you thrilled.
Of course, the most important feeling is missing in this endless nightmare, that is pain, which is also missing in all games. Whether it is injury or death, I will only feel indescribable discomfort, but not pain. It is precisely because of the absence of pain that I can barely bear it. I always silently tell myself that I must not give up, reminding myself that everything in front of me is just a virtual reality. I don’t have much capital to gamble. If I give up even the courage, what hope will there be in my future life?
I think the system has to turn off the stimulation of pain, otherwise few people will continue in the game. It will greatly strengthen the psychological suggestion to people, weaken their consciousness of resistance, and cause indelible damage to their spirit. This is just playing games, not selecting the best special forces.
I appeared in the undead hut in a listless state, my face was blue, I was sweating all over, my hands and feet were shaking, and I collapsed on the chair that suddenly appeared. I felt scared, nauseous, dizzy, and opened my mouth to vomit, but nothing came out. I was just nervous and focused all my energy to fight against this inhuman torture without thinking carefully. Now I have come to my senses. It is too perverted. This is definitely a torture and destruction to people. I want to complain and sue this perverted task that ignores the physical and mental health of players. I must strive for a huge amount of mental damages to make up for the damage caused to my fragile heart.
I wanted to speak but I couldn't control my tongue. I could only stare at old man Mason. I didn't know what role he played in this. Was he the mastermind? Or an accomplice? Anyway, I would definitely not let him go. This was not a trial of the brave, but the six reincarnations, a terrifying journey to hell. Fortunately, I have loved watching horror movies since I was a child, so I have a strong mental resistance. If it was Afeng who only likes comedy movies, I would have closed my eyes and pretended to faint.
Old man Mason looked at me in surprise. "Brother Ah Dai is indeed a genius, blessed with great fortune. He was able to pass the most difficult test of the 'Trial of Courage' so easily. It seems that he has benefited a lot."
I got even angrier when I heard about the words "good fortune and destiny" and retched a few times. Then I heard about "passed easily" and "benefited a lot". I was so angry. I looked like this, and they said I was blessed with good fortune and passed easily. They also said I benefited a lot. Isn't this just mocking me ? Are all necromancers mentally ill and like to say the opposite of what they mean?
I was so angry that I barely raised my shaking hands and pointed at Mason. After a long effort, I managed to squeeze out a few words, "You...you, you're playing tricks on me!"
"How could I play tricks on you? I am telling the truth. Lord Death taught us to be kind to every believer. They are all our brothers and sisters, and we must not have any bad intentions. I am the most loyal executor, otherwise I would not be able to shoulder the responsibility of inheriting the power."
Good, he is the dead old man’s favorite student, no wonder he is so treacherous and cunning, it is obvious that they are birds of a feather, neither of them is a good person.
"Well, because we had high expectations for you, the trial you took was a more complicated one. In fact, as long as you could make it through half of it, you would have basically passed. I was careless at the time and forgot to tell you, but you lived up to expectations and managed to make it through. In this world, everything is very balanced. The more you put in, the more rewards you will get. You can't feel it now, but after you rest for a while and complete the promotion ceremony, you will be able to feel your progress."
I really have nothing to say. I spoke in the same tone as that old guy. I poured a bowl of coptis water into my mouth and then fed him a mouthful of honey. I was clearly tricked by him, but it seemed like I had gained some great benefit and needed to thank him.
After I recovered, I still couldn't swallow this breath, "Your trial method is not afraid of causing any damage to my spirit , who will be responsible when the time comes?"
Mason showed his ferocious smile again. "Don't worry. Our program has been tested by many psychologists around the world. It is guaranteed to react before causing any mental harm to a person. It will kick you out forcibly. There will be absolutely no adverse effects."
I knelt in front of the statue of the dead old man, and Mason performed a promotion ceremony for me. The dead old man looked very majestic, wearing black armor, wielding a huge death scythe in his hand, surrounded by black and purple flames, full of an indomitable and domineering aura, much more pleasing to the eye than his last hypocritical modernist look.
"Supreme Lord Death, please listen to the prayers of your faithful believer, the Holy Undead Wizard Mason, and grant the young warrior, the trainee Undead Wizard Ah Dai, more powerful strength to defend the dignity and glory of my Undead lineage that has been passed down since ancient times!" As Mason chanted, two black lights shot out from the eyes of the Death Statue, penetrating my body. I felt that I couldn't move at all, and my blood was surging, because the discomfort caused by the trial just now disappeared. A powerful force filled my body and gradually penetrated into my blood. When the black light disappeared, I regained my ability to move, slowly raised my head, and met Mason's kind eyes.
