Chapter 318 | The Alliance Hired Me to Play Final Boss

Ren Yi quickly scanned the panel.

According to the files, this "Undying Totem" was originally just an auxiliary functional tool.

The person carrying it would be parasitized by the Undying Totem, allowing them to resurrect. However, this resurrection wasn't limitless; after about a year, the physical body would completely lose control, leading to death.

So here was the question: where did the body that was supposed to be "re-activated" go in the original plan?

Why was this unlucky bastard named Wu Erhun's consciousness preserved directly within this wooden cross?

Looking at the boundless tide, Ren Yi realized what had happened.

The Sky Eye Organization likely never possessed this Undying Totem, so their information was slightly incomplete.

The "host's" consciousness should be preserved within the Undying Totem itself.

Oh, the City Lord's nuke was probably too powerful, vaporizing this old geezer's body directly.

So now, he could only move as this single cross.

However, Ren Yi noticed that just before Evans stepped on it, the flesh fibers on the surface of the wooden lump were indeed self-proliferating, defying the laws of physics.

Judging by the speed, it would probably grow back in no time.

Ren Yi drifted in the air and sent a line of text to Evans:

【This thing counts as an A-rank Anomaly.】

【If you swallow it, can you patch up the half of your body that was just blown off by the nuke?】

Evans tilted his head, glanced at the whimpering cross under his foot, and shook his head with some disdain.

"Not really. The quality is okay, but the quantity is too small. At most, it's a little snack, not even enough to get stuck in my teeth."

Fine. Ren Yi re-examined the rotten wood and planted a seed in him.

Then, he condensed a line of glowing words in Wu Erhun's field of vision: 【Hey, are you from the Wilderness?】

The characters sparkled in mid-air, but the cross stuck in the mud just rolled its single blood-red eye, staring intently at the lines of text, its eyeball filled with pure confusion.

The atmosphere remained silent for three seconds.

"What are you doing? If you have the guts, let me go and fight me one-on-one!" The single eye in the center of Wu Erhun's body turned from red to black, and he roared with a voice that seemed to come from nowhere.

"What kind of ghost is this group of things? Who are you trying to scare with these ghost symbols in the air? Are you bullying me because I'm illiterate? If you have the guts, speak up!"

Ren Yi fell silent: "..."

Well, he had miscalculated.

He almost forgot that the illiteracy rate in the Wilderness was shockingly high.

Ignorance was truly terrifying.

Ren Yi silently withdrew the text and instead used illusion to directly tamper with Wu Erhun's hearing.

At the same time, to prevent Evans next to him from thinking he was plotting something, he also set up a real-time audio sync in Evans's hearing.

The next second, an ethereal, cold, and gender-neutral voice boomed deep within the minds of both Wu Erhun and Evans:

"Wu Erhun. Right?"

This sudden, grand voice that seemed to echo directly from the depths of the soul made the cross in the mud shiver instantly.

Meanwhile, Evans raised an eyebrow, gave the white mist in the air a somewhat surprised look, and obediently continued to pin it down with his right foot.

"What kind of thing are you?"

Wu Erhun seemed to notice Ren Yi only now, his voice tinged with terror as the single blood-red eye in the center spun wildly.

"If it weren't for the 'People on the Lake' backstabbing me, you two little runts wouldn't even be fit to carry my shoes! Let me go!"

This crude speech made the already awkward atmosphere on the levee even colder.

"Alright... it seems you're not being very cooperative."

Ren Yi decided to use some methods.

"Then we'll see you in a bit."

In an instant, Ren Yi very thoughtfully adjusted all the parameters of Wu Erhun's illusionary realm to zero.

Visuals off, hearing off... oh, without a physical body, this Wu Erhun shouldn't have a sense of touch either. In short, all external perception was completely stripped away.

Ren Yi "spoke" to Evans.

【Let's take a break.】

Wu Erhun, who had been frantically thrashing and cursing, was instantly plunged into a terrifying abyss of absolute silence and absolute darkness, where even void could not be perceived.

"...Wait! Where is everyone? Where's that foot? Where did you lock me up?"

The cross's voice initially carried the roar of impotent rage.

Ten minutes passed.

"Hey! Speak up! You little runts! If you have the guts, kill me! What kind of skill is it to play tricks?"

A trace of imperceptible trembling and panic began to appear in Wu Erhun's voice.

About an hour later.

In that absolute black box where even the flow of time could not be perceived, Wu Erhun completely broke down.

That kind of dead silence, of being completely abandoned by the universe, was ten thousand times more terrifying than physical torture.

"...Is anyone there? Please, say something... anyone... just kill me... I beg you..."

The few fleshy tentacles that had just grown out of the cross went completely limp.

The entire piece of rotten wood lay on the ground, with large drops of blood-streaked mucus seeping out from the fibers, looking exactly like it was weeping bitterly.

Evans, watching the entire process from Wu Erhun's arrogance to his breakdown, couldn't help but shrink his neck. The look he gave the white mist in the sky instantly became filled with immense awe.

That was about enough.

Ren Yi restored the other's sight and hearing.

It had been quite a while. He remembered some statistics stating that in a completely dark and silent environment, ordinary people could usually only last half an hour.

"Ha... haha... huff! Huff!"

The single eye in the center of Wu Erhun's body snapped wide open, and he gasped for breath frantically under Evans's foot, like a drowning man who had just been pulled from the water.

Deep in his mind, that cold voice arrived again as scheduled: "Can you cooperate honestly now?"

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Just don't put me back there! I beg you!"

This time, Wu Erhun's backbone was completely broken. His voice was as submissive as could be.

"Identity, tribe, and how you got this cross."

"I'm a Tide-Follower... I was just leading my tribesmen here to follow the tide. I'm the leader of the 'Black Tooth Tribe' in the Wilderness."

Wu Erhun's voice trembled as he confessed honestly.

"Who knew those lunatics in the City of the Sky Lake would suddenly set off such a terrifying explosion, blowing away all the family assets I've worked so hard to accumulate."

"Fortunately... fortunately, I had this ancestral cross on me, which saved my little life..."

Poof.

Before Wu Erhun could finish his sentence, in the hands of Evans, who was acting as a background character.

The "Honest Gift" that looked like a mushroom suddenly and without warning exploded into a small cloud of sticky spore dust, and the cap abruptly swelled up a size.

The air on the levee fell into dead silence once more.

Evans glanced at the rotten wood on the ground with a bit of schadenfreude, then looked at the white mist in the sky.

Tsk, still not being honest.

Ren Yi sneered in his mind, not even bothering to waste words calling him out.

Boom.

Absolute silence and darkness once again completely submerged Wu Erhun like a tide.

Ten minutes passed.

When Ren Yi leisurely reopened the gap in the illusionary realm, the cross underfoot was no longer just shaking; the entire piece of rotten wood was huddled in the rock crevice, shivering violently.

"I'll talk! I'll tell the truth! I won't dare to make things up anymore! Let me go! Please let me go!"

Wu Erhun was completely broken, and even his original coarse, smoky voice had turned into a pathetic squawk.

"This thing isn't ancestral at all... I snatched it from a group of displaced refugees in the Wilderness a few years ago!"

Wu Erhun shouted into the air with snot and tears, fearing that if he spoke a second too late, he would be locked in the small dark room again:

"I slaughtered all those refugees, leaving only this piece of wood."

"I used severe torture back then to find out that this thing is called the Undying Totem, and it can resurrect a person on the spot after death."

"Then, when I opened my eyes, I felt like I had gained some strange powers. Then, I had just used my flesh to paddle up when I saw you."

This time, the strange mushroom in Evans's hand remained well-behaved, and no further eerie transformations occurred.

It seemed this old geezer had finally come clean about everything.

However, it seemed those refugees hadn't told him that the resurrection could only last for a year.

Well, I thought there might be some hidden expert, but it turns out it's just a loser washed up by the tide—a wilderness bandit forced into a medical miracle.

But... Ren Yi looked at his fleshy tentacles.

This thing seemed to be able to grow out of thin air and could be shaped at will.

And since this guy was a wilderness man, he must know the way.

He could still be of some use.

The only problem was ensuring he didn't have any malicious intentions.

But, flesh...

Although he was a bit weak, there was an ancestor of flesh manipulation right next to him.

Ren Yi used text again to ask Evans.

Evans pondered for a moment, nodded, and whispered.

"If it's flesh... I'm confident I can counter or even control him."

Then there's no problem.

So, Ren Yi lowered his height with ill intent.