Chapter 541: Each has their own losses

Each has their own losses.

Reality, a temple in an unknown province or city.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, frogs croaked and insects chirped.

When the hourly report sound of the alarm clock on the offering table rang, Jiang Chi, who was sitting on the meditation cushion, suddenly opened his eyes.

He bent down and lowered his head, gasping for breath. The horror in his eyes did not dissipate, and his whole body was sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of water. His head felt like it had been pierced by countless silver needles, and he had a splitting headache.

"So... painful..."

He hugged his head and rolled to the ground, his consciousness and memory becoming fragmented and dazed. The scene of Cheng Shi curling the corners of his mouth played repeatedly in his mind, but as it played, the opponent's image suddenly changed.

Cheng Shi was no longer smiling, but instead had a serious expression.

Jiang Chi vaguely remembered that the opponent did indeed hold his hand tightly, but that background didn't seem to be in Cannar City with heavy snow flying. Where was this?

He paused.

Soon, the severe pain in his skull gradually faded. Jiang Chi, covered in sweat, slowly sat up from the ground. He rubbed his face and cleared his mind, thinking: Could it be that that thunderbolt actually had the effect of tearing consciousness and confusing memory?

Too terrifying!

He looked at his right hand, which had been hit by the thunderbolt first. The terrifying destructive power still made him feel lingering fear at this moment.

"Cheng Shi... Cheng Shi... What a Cheng Shi, what a Weaver of Fate!

How did he retain his memory in the time battlefield?

The power of 【Fate】?

But if 【Fate】 was at work, why had it never been exposed by His believers before?"

Jiang Chi couldn't figure it out, and there was no solution for him. Because even if he racked his brains, he couldn't possibly think that the one who poked through the illusion of 【Time】 wasn't the opposing 【Fate】, but his own benefactor, 【Time】.

His benefactor backstabbed him.

Of course, the most pathetic thing was that 【Time】 might not care about this at all.

But even so, Jiang Chi still had to offer piety to Him, because this was his only source of power.

"No! No!!!"

Jiang Chi beat the ground unwillingly, thinking that once this matter was spoken out by Cheng Shi, his secret of leveling up would be completely exposed. From now on, no one would believe he was a Pointer Knight, and they would know he was a Time Walker who turned the situation around by resetting time!

And once everyone was on guard against him...

Then this combat system he had built for months would be completely ruined!

No one would fear a Time Walker without mage talent, because when others know you are a Time Walker, you will never have the chance to open your time battlefield at an hour without disputes!

This was far more uncomfortable than killing him; at least dead people wouldn't despair.

"No, must find a way. The only resurrection backup has been used. Before this matter is exposed, must find a way to make up for it as soon as possible!"

Reality, unknown space.

Fear was still accumulating.

For a remnant soul that could use fear to revive, the concentration of fear in this space was clearly enough, and could even be said to be rich enough to be reborn ten times.

But the revival still hadn't happened.

Because there seemed to be a layer of invisible rules in this space, preventing any self-revival of life. This feeling was like someone who worshipped fear running into the Fear Mother Tree that absorbed the fear of the universe. Even if the fear flowed like a sea under his feet, outsiders could only watch, unable to compete for it. All fear flowed toward Him.

This was a trap!

That believer of 【Fate】 used a ring that was incomparably compatible with fear to make a trap!

Once stepped into it, wanting to get out became a luxury.

The remnant soul was desperate, and thus...

Fear was still accumulating.

Reality, a basement in an unknown province or city.

Nangong slowly opened her eyes. A trace of confusion first flashed in her eyes, and then a slight fear gradually rose.

She was afraid!

She was afraid that everything she had just experienced was just a beautiful dream. She was afraid that 【Decay】 still hadn't left her, and the 【Gift of Scars】 was still lying in her portable space "waiting to be fed."

She sat on the ground without daring to move. Her neck turned stiffly twice. After not feeling the pain of the scar rubbing against her collar, brilliant colors burst into her eyes.

Nangong moved. She stood up abruptly and pulled up her sleeves. When she saw that her arms were as flawless as they were in the trial, tears instantly streamed down her chin.

Joyful tears, then joyful tears again.

A buzzing of excitement echoed in her mind, and her heartbeat became faster and faster. She took off her long gown, took off her long pants, and kept turning around to examine her body, touching here and there, pinching here and there, until her limbs were red that she finally confirmed this wasn't a dream.

She really got rid of that eternal nightmare!

"Mirror! Mirror!"

Nangong shouted excitedly, wanting to see what she looked like now. But when she rushed into the compartment, she remembered that all the mirror surfaces in this basement had been... thrown away by her.

Nangong's smile instantly froze on her face, but she wasn't frustrated. Instead, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

She had never been so active in wanting to participate in a trial, and the content of this trial, funny to say, was for a mirror.

When she thought of this, she smiled again. She slumped on the ground and kept patting her cheeks, muttering:

"You're crazy, Nangong. You just got rid of the current misery, but the road ahead... is still hard to walk.

You are now an ordinary person without faith, and you still want a mirror...

Misery... faith... decay... prosperity..."

While reciting, Nangong curled up her legs and hugged herself slightly.

"I need to pray for a faith first. Cheng Shi said He would accept me...

Will He really accept me?

Hmm? Cheng Shi!"

Nangong suddenly shuddered, seeming to have remembered something. She hurriedly took out the notebook that recorded countless names neatly from her portable space, then skillfully turned to the page where the two words "Cheng Shi" were, and after carefully considering for a long time with a solemn expression, she lightly wrote "Cheng Shi" in the blank space between several names...

Two more times.

Now, there were three Cheng Shis on this ledger.

Saved once, broke the contract of 【Gift of Scars】 once, redeemed misery and got rid of 【Decay】 once...

These three kindnesses, each one heavier than the last. But there was no more space on this notebook filled with names for her to write the words bigger, so she could only trace these three names deeply and prominently.

"Cheng Shi... thank you, thank you, thank you."

Reality, a rooftop in an unknown province or city.

The moment Cheng Shi returned to the rooftop of the rest area, cold sweat streamed down his forehead uncontrollably.

This wasn't because he was scared by the world-destroying power of 【Annihilation】 before "running away," but because...

His boss, the old acquaintance who shouldn't have appeared here, was standing in front of him again.

"Cheng Shi."

"..."

Seeing this expressionless boss call out his name, Cheng Shi's heart sank straight down.

It's broken!

He came to collect the "debt"!

The sentence He once said, "I hope you won't refuse me a third time," still lingered in Cheng Shi's mind like a nightmare. Originally, He hadn't come for the first two weeks, and Cheng Shi thought he had been forgotten...

But now it seemed he had thought too much.

【Memory】, probably never forgets. ===== CHAPTER 542 =====