Chapter 52

The middle finger stood up, continuously provoking.

Those two huge letters, like special effects fonts, rolled and danced back and forth in front of the Cyclops' single eye.

Wu Xiaode was already stunned.

Am I that brave?

If it were a street fight, to anger or scare the other party, I might do this.

But this is a Cyclops!

Sure enough, the Cyclops' roar echoed from afar:

"Foolish and arrogant ants!"

It's over.

Wu Xiaode's heart sank.

As expected—

A deep red beam pierced through the mist, striking the horse's mane.

The warhorse didn't even have time to let out a scream before it instantly turned into a burst of flying ashes, scattering in the mist.

Wu Xiaode fell to the ground, quickly hugging Nina and taking a few steps forward to steady himself.

It missed!

It actually—

Missed me!!

That heaven-defying, earth-shattering red beam only hit the horse's mane, and it almost didn't even hit the warhorse.

It didn't hit me and Nina!

Wu Xiaode felt the whole world brighten up.

Indeed, the Silent Mist had no offensive power; it could only be used to conceal and create illusions—

But the Cyclops couldn't see through it!

And the cave entrance was right ahead!

At this moment, the mist covering the entire wall presented a new scene.

The mist condensed and replayed the scene where Wu Xiaode slapped the Cyclops.

Both Wu Xiaode and the Cyclops were depicted so vividly, as if carved out of stone.

The scene of the slap played repeatedly.

There was even a close-up of the Cyclops' expression at the moment it was slapped.

—As if only this could prove how utterly defeated the Cyclops was.

This mist is good, but isn't it a bit too brave...?

Wu Xiaode thought to himself.

The cave entrance was here!

"Your Highness, I'm going to jump," he shouted.

The little girl nodded, tightly gripping his arm.

Wu Xiaode leaped forward with all his might—

The entire void echoed with the Cyclops' furious roar:

"Insult me? Mortal, your foolishness has led you to death, and no amount of concealment can stop your fate!"

The entire world suddenly turned a deep red.

Wherever there was light, everything began to turn to ashes.

The massive pile of corpses, enveloped in the deep red light, lost all its flesh, leaving only white bones.

The bones turned to ashes.

Intense pain quickly spread throughout his body.

Wu Xiaode tried to shield Nina in his arms to prevent the light from hitting her.

What kind of move is this?

Wu Xiaode didn't know the answer, but he knew his time was up.

This move covered the entire Death Pit, and there was no way to avoid it.

"No!"

Wu Xiaode roared, his heart bursting with unprecedented ferocity.

In the last moment.

He hugged Nina and dove into the cave, using all his strength to throw her in without hesitation.

Then, intense pain began to spread throughout his body.

But he lay at the cave entrance, blocking the red light.

In the moment of death, he saw Nina fall into the depths of the cave, away from the range of the red light.

...I did it.

Wu Xiaode sighed in relief, grinning at Nina.

In his vision, the color of blood covered everything, rushing at a rapid pace, enveloping his consciousness and dragging it into the depths of darkness.

In an instant.

All the light and shadow vanished.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and found himself back in the hotel room, away from the mirror world.

The surroundings were silent.

The Book of the Dead fell and silently flipped open, revealing lines of icy small letters:

"You were killed by the Cyclops' skill: All-Encompassing Death."

"All-Encompassing Death:"

"An infinite skill, covering everything the Cyclops thinks about, certain death, only death can block it."

Wu Xiaode held his breath, reading the words, feeling his whole body tremble.

Only death can block this move.

In other words, there is nothing that can block it.

In gaming terms, this is like hitting every possible spot on the screen.

This is a full-screen attack!

There is no way to survive...

In that case, it's a good thing the Silent Mist provoked the Cyclops.

If he hadn't angered the Cyclops, he wouldn't have known about this terrifying skill.

If he really had the confidence to face the Cyclops and didn't know about this killing move, then...

The outcome would be obvious.

Despite being killed by this move in the mirror world, Wu Xiaode was very excited.

"She... survived."

Wu Xiaode sat on the edge of the bed, his voice hoarse.

What just happened won't affect reality; it only represents one thing—

If he were really the Knight Anthony, he would have already safely sent Nina to the cave in the Cyclops' attack.

Wu Xiaode felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

He had saved someone from under the Cyclops' nose with such weak strength.

It was so absurd and yet so exhilarating that his body couldn't stop trembling.

At some point.

Figures gradually appeared in the room.

Knight Anthony.

The party's High Mage.

Knights and mages.

Archers.

Thieves.

And Nina's attendants.

All the spirits and heroes gathered, silently watching Wu Xiaode.

The High Mage whispered, "Amazing..."

They watched Wu Xiaode quietly, their figures gradually dissipating into the void.

Then, a phantom lamp suddenly appeared in the void.

With a "clang," the stars exploded, scattering into countless points of light, and four blazing stars silently appeared in the void above Wu Xiaode's head.

The Book of the Dead flipped open.

Lines of icy small letters silently appeared:

"Has there ever been a human in the endless river of history who could evade the Cyclops' continuous attacks?"

"The answer is no."

"Even though it only happened in the mirror world, you have already helped Nina achieve this."

"To show gratitude, the heroes have expended their own power to grant you three powerful skills."

"They have imparted their knowledge to you."

"Additionally, they have expanded your soul power limit to ten points."

"Current soul power: 8/10."

"The three powerful skills are: Fire Burst, Ambush, and Cross Slash."

"Note."

"These three skills can help the Silent Mist level up."

"Of course, you can also use them for yourself."

"Please choose."

Wu Xiaode's head throbbed with pain.

The knowledge of mages, knights, thieves, priests, and archers quietly appeared in his mind, as if it had always belonged to him.

The pain flashed and passed.

Wu Xiaode said without hesitation, "Use all three skills to level up the Silent Mist!"

Now he understood.

In front of the Cyclops, the only thing he could rely on was the mist of the Death Realm—

The Silent Mist.

This ability, generated by his own nature, was unique and versatile, incredibly useful.

In front of the Cyclops, all other human skills were like clouds, meaningless.

Only it!

Was the hope of survival!

As for the knowledge he gained, he could use it to achieve something in the human world.

As he spoke.

Three streams of light flew out from Wu Xiaode, landing on the dark Wall of Sighs, gradually merging into the skull with a white flower in its eye socket.

A line of icy small letters appeared:

"Upgrade progress reached one-third, please continue to work hard."

One-third?

He needed seven more skills of the same level to level up the Silent Mist.

Wu Xiaode felt invigorated.

He would strive to go back to the mirror world next time and make sure both he and Nina survive.

Suddenly.

An unexpected event occurred before Wu Xiaode.

All the icy small letters on the pages of the Book of the Dead quickly disappeared, replaced by dark, burning small letters:

"You have reached the 10-point soul power limit."

"Any existence in any faction will face their limit at this point."

"The Book of the Dead is a rare power of the Death Realm."

"Your faction is determined to be: the Death Realm."

"Please prepare, it is about to begin..."

The black flames on the Book of the Dead disappeared, and a picture appeared.

—Like a camera focusing, the picture gradually became clear, appearing before Wu Xiaode's eyes.

The picture showed a broken tombstone, and a bony claw reached out from behind the tombstone, gently touching the blurred inscription.

"What's going on..."

Wu Xiaode muttered.

The inscription on the tombstone gradually became clear:

"Do you want to understand the meaning of death? Do you want to stand firm in the Death Realm and show your power among the dead?"

"War is about to begin."

The Death Realm!

Wu Xiaode's heart trembled.

In the next second, he felt a huge pulling force from the void, and he was dragged into the void without any reaction, disappearing.