Chapter 67: Rare Moments of Rest

Rare moments of rest

Bone Servant Lele'er's Ring (SSSs): A divine relic from the gods, a ring forged personally by [Death], imbued with half the [Sounding Thunder] divinity and a quarter of the [Corruption] divinity tainted with fear.

Special Effect [Fear Fuel]: You may absorb surrounding fear emotions to charge it; each full charge causes the ring to glow with a shrieking mouth.

Special Effect [Sounding Thunder Judgment]: Consume one unit of Fear Fuel to summon a lightning punishment that annihilates enemies. If the target previously provided Fear Fuel to the ring, the lightning strike will always hit.

Special Effect [Bone Servant Beneath the Throne]: You may transmute a corpse into a Death Bone Servant, which carries your praises back to the noble lord seated upon the throne.

Cheng Shi stared fixedly at the ring in his hand, drool pooling on the ground.

A 3.5S-class divine relic!

Since the day of his arrival, he had never heard of such a thing!

Insanely awesome!

Cheng Shi silently retracted his earlier mental mutterings against [Death] and lavished his praises without restraint.

“Praise the noble lord seated upon the White Bone Throne!

Look at this grandeur!

This level of prestige!

This sheer magnificence!

Some bosses—not naming names—are just trying to notify certain bosses!

If you don’t work harder, your employees will get permanent status at someone else’s company!”

How goes that old saying? The rougher the storm, the pricier the fish.

Truth indeed!

This philosopher surnamed Gao had long seen through the essence of the world!

Cheng Shi indulged in self-satisfied admiration for a long while, as ecstatic as when he first obtained his first S-rank talent.

The overwhelming sense of gain filled his chest, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.

If you’re wondering why Cheng Shi, with only 2100 points, didn’t mention his other SS-rank talent:

I can only tell you there’s something called an Initial Faith Talent.

SS-rank Initial Faith Talents are rare, but not nonexistent.

Some people spend their entire lives striving to reach Rome; others are born there.

Cheng Shi was not the former.

Nor did he consider himself the latter.

He felt he was born a mule, destined to be driven and worked.

Now, this mule had finally earned a little right to pause and catch its breath.

He carefully removed the ring and counted the number of “shrieking mouths” on it—exactly five, no more, no less.

And each trial, excluding Cheng Shi himself, had exactly five teammates.

The noble lord’s intent was now unmistakable.

“......”

“I’m just a healer—I only know how to save teammates. How could I possibly kill five teammates at once...

You’re joking, bro.”

Cheng Shi shook his head with a wry smile, gently wiped the ring with his sleeve until it was spotless.

Then he rummaged through his storage and pulled out several rings he’d collected from past trials, cleaned them all, and slipped them onto his fingers one by one.

Two on the left hand, two on the right.

Red, yellow, blue, green.

With this, the once eye-catching divine relic instantly became just another unremarkable item in the collection of some ring-obsessed eccentric.

After completing all this, he sat on the edge of the rooftop and began eating his lunch.

The unchanging menu: finger bread and canned slime drink.

“Hey, eating again?”

From the opposite rooftop came the voice of the crazy kid; Cheng Shi looked up to see Xie Yang waving at him, holding a large backpack.

“What’s up, working out?” Cheng Shi smiled.

Xie Yang’s waving arm froze; he chuckled awkwardly:

“What’s there to work out? This trial wasn’t too dangerous—I happened to find a few history books inside. Figured you’re a mage, you’d love studying history, so I brought them back for you.

Hahaha, no need to thank me, here you go!”

With that, he hurled the backpack over like a discus.

Though he lied, Cheng Shi understood his meaning.

This wasn’t incidental—it was deliberate goodwill.

Perhaps Xu Nuo had complained too harshly last time; over the past week, Xie Yang had been constantly begging Cheng Shi for medicine, sensing he still had leftover stock from better days.

But Cheng Shi had refused every time.

Not because he didn’t want to help—he simply didn’t want to reward Xu Nuo.

He’d tossed plenty of food and drink his way before, but this book...

Cheng Shi had never cared about trial history, but since this trial ended, he suddenly wanted to know what had happened on Star Fall Continent.

Even if this curiosity was mixed with a burning gossip-driven interest in the Grand Inquisition, it was still curiosity.

So Xie Yang’s gesture hit the perfect spot.

“Tsk, bro, helping you is hurting you—green tea isn’t for everyone; weak stomachs get diarrhea.”

Cheng Shi thought this but didn’t say it aloud.

Simply because saying it would cut the fun in half.

He shoved his fingers into his mouth, gulped down the slime drink in a few swallows, then pulled a bottle of Yesterday’s Splendor from his inventory and tossed it toward Xie Yang.

Muttering as he did:

“You owe me two bottles!”

Xie Yang caught the medicine midair, nodding like a chicken pecking grain.

“Holy shit, thanks, big bro—you’re my real brother!

I’m feeling great now, I’ll pay you back one bottle first. What do you need?

Anything below S-rank, I’ve got it.”

S?

Bro’s got an SSSs now—why would he care about anything below S?

Still, Cheng Shi said:

“Good, I need to ask you something. If you get info, consider it payment for one bottle.”

Xie Yang froze, surprised:

“Huh? Ask me? Ask what?”

“Oh, nothing much—just wondering how the Grand Inquisition started its war with the Tower of Rationality in the mid-Civilization Era.”

Xie Yang rubbed his head awkwardly:

“Sorry, bro, I was testing you last time—I’m not from [Order].”

Cheng Shi wasn’t surprised; he merely nodded:

“I know. But aren’t you a follower of [War]? You should be familiar with the origins of major conflicts on Star Fall Continent.”

“!”

Xie Yang’s awkward smile froze the moment Cheng Shi finished speaking; his cheek twitched as he forced out two laughs:

“Hah...hah...who told you I’m a follower of [War]? Misunderstanding.”

“I see. My mistake. I saw you always rushing into trials and thought you couldn’t stand not fighting.

Let’s leave it at that. I’ll let you know when I remember what I need.”

With that, Cheng Shi picked up the backpack, flipped through the book as he walked toward the warehouse.

Behind him, on the opposite rooftop, Xie Yang watched Cheng Shi’s back, his expression shifting between dark and light.

He’d played a bad hand—he’d been guessed first.

He clenched the medicine in his hand, sighed, and turned toward the other side.

“Cough, cough, Lu Lu? Lu Lu? I’ve got to tell you, this trial was insanely dangerous—I barely won, but I did get something: I found a bottle of Yesterday’s Splendor. Knew you liked this medicine, so I brought it back for you.

Hey, Lu Lu?

You home?”

“......”

Cheng Shi naturally heard none of this. He sat on a stool in the warehouse, flipping through the book Xie Yang had brought with keen interest.

The script of Star Fall Continent bore no resemblance to real-world writing; few besides history scholars could read untranslated texts.

But Cheng Shi could.

Because he had a mouth capable of reading these characters.

So it wasn’t so much reading as reciting.

Cheng Shi had long noticed that [Foolish Jest Lips] loved reading—especially when he was alone.

It had once been a useful aid, but after one bad experience, he no longer trusted the mouth completely.

At this moment, amid the scribbles of Kedouwen , what [Foolish Jest Lips] recited was...

·The birthing procedure for a Kanriwal Boarbeast:

1. Clean the razor;

2. Cut open the mother beast’s abdomen......

«......»

Though silent, at least it was still reasonable, since Cheng Shi had done this before.

But when he heard the next line, he nearly spat a mouthful of blood onto the ceiling.

·3. Stuff spices inside.

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