Chapter 2

This wave…

Golden Legend?

However, the results accumulated over two lifetimes, and there are actually four others like him. Damn Euro Emperor!

The Master of Myriad Realms, a talent that seems to be of the summoner type. He already imagined the grand scene of summoning countless spirits in the future.

Yang Dai was overjoyed. Immediately after, he felt a strange heat source flowing within his body, and a foreign memory appeared in his mind, incredibly mysterious.

He began to try to call out to the system, wanting to see if there was a chat channel to see how other players praised him.

Unfortunately, no matter how he called, the game system did not appear.

It seems this isn't a real online game!

After the mysterious heat source disappeared, Yang Dai felt his body full of energy, more spirited than ever before.

Not bad, not bad!

Yang Dai smiled in satisfaction. He didn't get carried away but carefully observed the surroundings. Dying on the first day with such a good start would be a disgrace.

He must be cautious!

The surroundings were typical wilderness, with no sign of people, extremely eerie. The forest seemed like a group of demons with their mouths open, waiting for him to step in. Various bird calls occasionally came from the distance, adding to the night's terror.

Since it's a wilderness, there must be danger.

Yang Dai carefully searched the surroundings for a long time, finding a stick, clearly cut by a blade, left by someone.

Based on his gaming experience, he knew he should stay around the birthplace for a while.

Unfortunately, besides the stick, Yang Dai found no treasure chests, packages, or equipment.

"I need to find a place to hide, wait until dawn, and then go online to observe. I need to understand the situation clearly before acting boldly..."

Yang Dai thought to himself, becoming even more cautious.

He was on a hillside with a wide view, surrounded by many large rocks. He found a rock at random and hid behind it, continuing to look around.

He definitely couldn't sleep tonight.

Fortunately, he was young, and staying up all night wasn't difficult, even a common occurrence.

Not long after, Yang Dai suddenly saw several pairs of green eyes in the wilderness to his left, though small, he didn't see them wrong.

To his left was a mountain, but it was separated from the mountain he was on by a cliff about ten meters wide. Those green eyes suddenly disappeared.

Not good!

Could they be wolves?

Yang Dai estimated that if the owners of those eyes ran down to the foot of the mountain and then up, they could reach him in a few minutes.

He immediately got up and ran up the mountain, preparing to cross it and escape from this place.

"No wonder the prompt says to survive until dawn to leave. This is clearly a beginner's task. Even if I don't act, danger will come to me."

Yang Dai thought as he ran.

Besides the stick in his hand, he could rely on his SS-level talent.

He had to find a soul and turn it into one of his spirits.

Crossing the mountain, Yang Dai ran down the slope. Fortunately, the mountain wasn't too steep, and he didn't fall during the run.

After running for about ten minutes, he was too exhausted to continue. He leaned against a large rock, panting heavily. The area was sparsely forested, with rocks of various sizes scattered everywhere, providing convenient hiding places.

"Save me..."

A voice suddenly came from not far away, making Yang Dai shudder.

It wasn't that he was timid; the environment along the way was like a horror movie. Not seeing anyone and suddenly hearing a voice, who wouldn't be scared?

He gripped the stick tightly and cautiously peeked out.

About twenty meters away, a person lay in front of a rock. Due to the dim light, Yang Dai couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.

"Save me..."

The person called out again, the voice weak. If it weren't for the quiet surroundings, Yang Dai might not have heard it.

Should he go over?

Yang Dai hesitated.

He thought about the beasts that might be chasing him. If he left the person to keep calling out, it would surely attract the beasts.

He gathered his courage and approached, holding the stick tightly.

Up close, he saw that it was a strong man, dressed in ancient Chinese attire. His hair was messy, and his right leg was twisted in a shocking way, clearly broken.

"Save me..."

The strong man said weakly, his voice even fainter than before.

Yang Dai asked in a deep voice, "How can I save you?"

The strong man seemed to be taken aback, at a loss for words.

Yang Dai knew nothing about medicine and was at a loss.

"I have medicine... in the bag... on my chest..." the strong man said.

Yang Dai was silent.

Would reaching out get him caught?

Could such severe injuries be saved by medicine?

He compared his physique with the other man's, finding it hard to rule out the possibility.

This wasn't a game. The other man might be grateful, but if he wanted to harm him, Yang Dai wouldn't have a second chance.

"I..."

The strong man was about to continue speaking when his neck suddenly tilted, and he died.

Yang Dai didn't believe it, remaining vigilant and staring at him.

After a few minutes, the strong man still didn't move. Yang Dai took out the stick and gently poked him.

No reaction.

He continued to probe!

He poked several parts, including vital areas, but the man still didn't move. Yang Dai finally believed he was dead.

"Sorry, even if I had helped you get the medicine earlier, it would have been too late. You died too quickly. Besides, I don't know if you're from Earth like me or a native of the Deep Realm..."

Yang Dai thought to himself. He approached the strong man, placed his right hand on his head, and began to mobilize the strange heat source within him.

Master of Myriad Realms!

Finally encountering a dead person, how could he not use his talent!

This man was strong, and becoming one of his spirits would surely help him.

Black mist began to appear on Yang Dai's right hand. He subconsciously pulled back, extracting the strong man's soul.

The soul looked exactly like the body, but it emitted a faint green light and was semi-transparent.

The strong man's soul began to struggle, and Yang Dai felt a slight pain in his head.

Indeed, it wasn't that simple, but fortunately, this level of pain was bearable.

Soon, the strong man's soul left the body and quickly entered Yang Dai's forehead, disappearing. The headache also disappeared, replaced by an indescribable freshness, and the energy he had lost from running was quickly restored.

This feeling…

So wonderful!

Yang Dai immediately searched the strong man's body, finding a cloth bag in the inner pocket of his chest and a knife by his feet. He dropped the stick and quickly left.

Less than two minutes after he left, several pairs of green eyes appeared in the distance, approaching the body.

…

Yang Dai came to a small stream, sitting a few meters away from it, not daring to drink the water rashly.

He drew the knife, its blade shining brightly, standing out in the night's wilderness.

Earlier on the road, he had drawn the knife but didn't have time to observe it closely. Now, he saw that the knife was indeed remarkable, with a wide and thick blade, incredibly sharp.

Yang Dai began to try to summon his first spirit.

How to summon, he had already gained the relevant memory when he drew the talent.

A black mark suddenly appeared on his forehead, and a soul quickly flew out, landing in front of Yang Dai.

It was the strong man, looking similar to the dead body but emitting a faint green light, like a wandering ghost.

"Shi Long pays respects to the master!"

The strong man knelt before Yang Dai, clasping his hands in a respectful bow.

Yang Dai could clearly feel the connection with Shi Long. If he wanted, he could make Shi Long's soul dissipate with a thought. This feeling was incredibly wondrous, and the Deep Realm was full of mysteries.

Not only that, but after absorbing Shi Long's soul, he felt his strength increase significantly, a very clear sensation.