Chapter 54: This Place Forbids Infighting!

This place forbids infighting!

Cheng Shi guessed the person who invited him was the killer because, the instant he touched the servant’s chest, he felt clearly that it was a flesh puppet.

This puppet’s ability to mimic reality was extremely powerful; perhaps anyone else would have seen nothing amiss.

But Cheng Shi was different—he had touched too many people.

Hmm, that sounds awkward.

In other words, he understood flesh well.

That still doesn’t sound quite right...

Whatever, that’s the gist—those who know, know.

For a doctor with experience touching breasts, the moment his fingertips made contact, he could sense the direction of muscles and fascia, and the pressure of qi and blood within the body.

But this servant was clearly nothing like a real human.

So it wasn’t some boss sending him to deliver medicine—it was the true killer, controlling this puppet, extending an invitation to Cheng Shi.

As for why, Cheng Shi couldn’t figure it out.

He avoided the night owls and patrolling servants, slipping soundlessly to the closed bar, then, following the note’s description, turned a vacant bottle beneath the counter.

The moment the bottle rotated, the ground beneath Cheng Shi’s feet suddenly softened and grew sticky, swallowing him whole.

Cheng Shi’s expression froze—he had no time to struggle.

Meanwhile, in the “Bard” room on the second floor.

Du Qiyu stepped to the center of the room and stood still.

After preparing some ritual he hadn’t explained, he extended his hand toward Fang Shiqing.

Fang Shiqing blinked, confused.

Du Qiyu chuckled softly.

“Where’s your ticket?”

“??”

Are you really doing this now?

Fang Shiqing gave him a deadpan look, then pulled out the ticket stub and handed it over.

Du Qiyu smiled broadly, crushed the ticket, and scattered the fragments onto the ritual array beneath his feet.

“There’s no other way—it’s the only method to enter your memory. Travel isn’t free; only when a traveler willingly joins can a Memory Traveler bring them in.”

“Alright, the journey begins, Fang Shiqing—watch closely!”

As he spoke, a torrent of deep blue light erupted from the array beneath his feet, turning the entire room into an ocean of blue radiance.

Whispering sounds, as solid as physical things, drifted through the air; rippling, water-like scenes rolled before his eyes.

Fang Shiqing felt a freezing tidal wave swallow his consciousness, instantly dragging his vision into darkness.

Had he not been certain Du Qiyu meant no harm, he would never have dared release his awareness to cooperate like this.

When he opened his eyes again, everything around him was different.

A gentle breeze brushed his skin; the view was bright.

The floor-to-ceiling windows stood wide open, sunlight streaming in golden threads.

This was clearly not the dead of night—under the Memory Traveler’s guidance, Fang Shiqing had returned to...

The past!

“This... is Reenactment of the Past!?” His face was stunned.

“Correct. This is Reenactment of the Past.”

Reenactment of the Past—a Tier-SS talent of 【Memory】—the ultimate blessing every 【Memory】 believer craved.

It could fully manifest a buried memory from the past, as if an AR film, for travelers to witness.

Only a Memory Traveler possessing this talent could be called top-tier.

“You... rolled this?”

This was a talent countless high-end players begged for—obtaining this blessing came at a great cost.

Fang Shiqing had heard that a 【Memory】 believer ranked in the top ten of the Ascension Ladder died outright during the trial to petition for this talent.

Du Qiyu smiled and shook his head.

“Impossible. I just happened to find one of His 【Chronicle Notes】—it allows three uses of Reenactment of the Past, and this is already the second.”

Happened to find?

Perhaps this was the blessing Du Qiyu had traded his own memories for?

Fang Shiqing felt a wave of relief—he knew this made sense. This talent was so overpowering that anyone hearing someone had obtained it would find it unbelievable.

But instantly, he felt a pang of regret—someone as good as Du Qiyu deserved more luck.

Too bad fate never favored the good.

“So, what now?”

As soon as Fang Shiqing asked, he heard a shout from downstairs:

“Execution Order of the Law Enforcement Bureau: ...”

So that’s it!

Du Qiyu had brought him back to the very moment the Grand Tribunal sealed the inn.

At this moment, the puppet bard was not in the room.

But according to the memory’s progression, 【When Fear Arrives】 would appear here shortly.

That meant—right now, in this unnoticed moment—the semi-divine artifact might be right here!

The clue had appeared before him, folded through time and space!

Fang Shiqing couldn’t help murmuring:

“Indeed, 【Existence】 and 【Void】 are the origin of all mystery.”

Du Qiyu smiled but said nothing, swiftly searching the room.

Fang Shiqing didn’t help—he merely softly chanted a few ballads, severing this space from the outside to ensure no one would interrupt them.

He was so cautious because soon, the 【Silent】 believer living within this memory might arrive.

As soon as Fang Shiqing finished, Du Qiyu whispered excitedly:

“Here!”

【When Fear Arrives】 lay beneath the pillow—the killer never intended to hide it!

But why place it so openly?

At that moment, Fang Shiqing felt the same doubt as Cheng Shi.

But time allowed no further thought—just as he stepped forward to examine the dagger’s power, footsteps rustled outside the door.

“!”

The ascetic had arrived!

The two exchanged glances, seeing mutual concern; they rushed toward the semi-divine artifact, hoping to steal it and escape.

But the instant Du Qiyu touched the artifact, a tremendous force of resistance surged from the dagger—he stumbled backward, crashing onto the bed with a loud “thud.”

The ascetic outside froze.

He hadn’t expected someone to move faster—but regardless, this dagger was deeply tied to the trial’s clue; he couldn’t abandon it. He channeled all his strength and charged straight for the door.

The room was sealed by 【Order】’s decree, unbreakable—the door merely trembled, unshattered.

But nothing could stop a warrior—he clenched his fists, muscles and veins bulging like coiled dragons across his body, then drove his bloodshot, hardened fists straight into the door.

“Boom!” The door shattered, the frame reduced to dust.

Fang Shiqing didn’t bother helping Du Qiyu—he immediately raised his arms to block the ascetic.

“Shh! It’s us!”

The moment the ascetic saw Fang Shiqing, his movements didn’t stop—he slammed a Silence Domain over both their heads.

His crimson, cold eyes made it clear—he no longer saw them as allies.

“Fuck, he’s insane!”

Du Qiyu, still lying on the bed, didn’t even rise—he reached out and gently flicked his fingers toward the ascetic.

A wave of 【Memory】 power washed through the ascetic’s mind—“Fang Shiqing and Du Qiyu are my teammates”—this memory flashed wildly in his thoughts.

Yet even so, the ascetic didn’t stop—he flashed to the bedside, grabbed Du Qiyu’s leg, and hurled him backward, while his other hand shot toward the dagger.

Fang Shiqing’s anger flared—he slammed his palm into the ascetic’s arm.

“Stop!”

This place forbids infighting!”

The instant the decree was issued, the ascetic’s grip on Du Qiyu released—Du Qiyu, thrown by inertia, flew out the door.

“Fine, fine, you want to play like this?”

He rolled twice, then crouched to steady himself, before reaching out again toward the ascetic.

He clenched his fist tightly.

A cold, blue divine power surged from his body—and instantly appeared on the ascetic’s body too.

“If you want to play, I’ll play with you!”