When Passing Rain said she had Soul's Eye 'just like him', Feng Bujue had several questions bursting in his mind. Even though he and his guildmates shared all information since they started the guild, there was some that he kept to himself, like how he met Woody in the elevator, his interactions with the Anomalies, and the term 'Soul's Eye'. However, Passing Rain stated clearly that she not only knew about Soul's Eye, she also knew Feng Bujue had it.
I should have expected this. She must have awakened this power a long time ago. Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds and came up with a reasonable conclusion. Perhaps she didn't know what kind of power it was initially, but she eventually found out about the name 'Soul's Eyes'. Hmm… After all, if I'm in her position, I would do that same… Today after she found out it was me who shot up to the second spot on the combat stat ranking, she surmised easily… that my ranking was influenced greatly by my mastery of Soul's Eyes. And during the battle earlier, she noticed that my Soul's Eye is, in essence, different from hers… Wait a minute, that means she understands Soul's Eyes before than I do… After I leave this scenario, I'll have to ask her more about this…
These thoughts came and went. Now was not the time for a long discussion. Even if Passing Rain didn't attack, the bleeding would kill him. If he didn't use Descent of the War Demon, Feng Bujue would dissolve into a white light soon.
"Then… I shall not hold back anymore," Feng Bujue said as he activated his title skill.
…
Darkness, endless darkness. It was silence, breathless, colorless, and odorless…
At this place, a low dimension creature would involuntarily question the presence of its existence. Because they had lost all senses but only the consciousness remained.
"What… is this…" Feng Bujue couldn't tell whether he spoke that out loud or it was just hidden in his mind. Feng Bujue lost contact with his five senses. Even if he could speak, he couldn't hear himself.
"One second earlier, I was lying on the top of the shelf… but in a moment, things changed…" Feng Bujue mumbled, "Is this some kind of illusion or a game bug?" What made him anxious was he was in non-sleeping mode, but he couldn't even feel himself in the real world and the game menu had lost its function…
"Could it be that the shadow in my brain has chosen this moment to end my life…" Feng Bujue was a person who expected the worse, so he started to suspect that… he had died inside the gaming hub.
"Yet another poor soul." Suddenly, a deep voice drifted into his ears.
"Who is this? The King of Hell? Satan? Hades? Anubis?" Brother Jue recited four names at one go. From the names that he gave, he had quite a good idea where he would go after he died. He had thought about it, even if there was actual 'hell' in this universe, then he was definitely not going to heaven.
"But you are slightly different from others…" The voice didn't answer Feng Bujue but continued on his own. "I cannot sense the helplessness and fear from you…" He paused. "Why is that?"
"Oh~ Being helpless is not my style." Feng Bujue replied. When he said that, he realized, when the voice appeared, he had recovered his hearing. "With regards to fear… that is something I can't help with."
"Hmm…" the voice said contemplatively. "Fine. Little ant, why are you here?"
"Erm… Where am I?" Feng Bujue used question to answer his question because he really didn't know how else to answer.
"This is my prison," the person answered.
"So… who are you?" Feng Bujue used an impertinent tone to say, it looked like he really hated asking the same question twice.
"Who am I… Who am I?" the voice repeated as if to himself. "I… honestly cannot remember."
"You cannot remember who you are, but you know you are trapped inside a prison…" Feng Bujue concluded.
"Yes… I've been imprisoned for too long." The voice turned melancholic. "Even though sometimes I will be visited by one or two inferior souls, but if they stay too long with me, these inferior existences will slowly and involuntarily be absorbed and consumed by me… And in the end, all I have as accompaniment is endless darkness and loneliness…"
"Just based on that… it doesn't sound wrong that you're imprisoned," Feng Bujue said, "But that made me curious as to who could be powerful enough to imprison you…"
"Who knows…" the voice replied, "A long time ago, I seared the name into my mind. Even after forgetting my own name, I haven't forgotten my nemesis' name. I thought… even after millions of coldness and darkness, the chill would not temper my anger. Only the taste of revenge will cleanse my anger. However, eventually, I forgot about everything. The person's face, the person's name, and I cannot even remember why I was locked up in here."
The more Feng Bujue listened to this, the more annoyed he became. "Fine, my friend that answers a question with three more of his own, looks like you can give me nothing."
"You better leave," the voice said with concern, "Stay here for too long and you'll get consumed too."
"Erm… I do wish to leave," Feng Bujue said. "But I cannot even feel my own body, so how…"
"You came here on your own right?" the voice interrupted, "Once you can remember why you're here, you can return."
"As I've told you, I have no idea why I was sent here…" Feng Bujue suddenly stopped himself. "Wait, I used the skill and then…" He told the voice, "I say… Mr. Nameless Inmate, does the term 'demonization' sound familiar to you?"
"Demonization…" The person was silent for a few seconds. "Ha… haha… hahaha…" Before he followed it up with a chilling laughter.
"Hmm… From that reaction, I believe I finally got a confirmed answer," Feng Bujue said.
"Now I understand why you are here." Moments later, the voice calmed down and said darkly, "So you wish for demonization… that can't be simpler."
In the darkness, the sound of a large beast breathing echoed. The next second, an indescribable pain that he had not experienced before overwhelmed Feng Bujue. That was the fire of hell burning his soul. This sensation was far beyond the limitation of the game. Under normal circumstances, a person would have fainted already. But Feng Bujue could clearly feel the torture of every cell in his body.
…
Time seemed to stretch into infinity. After who knew how long, Feng Bujue's eyes started to flicker. The water from the hose chilled his voice and brought him back to life. Everything earlier felt surreal. The only thing that he could remember was the searing pain of his soul…
Feng Bujue realized he was still standing on the shelf, but his body was shrouded in a pool of dark aura. The dark energy-like flame collected around him. Even a player like Passing Rain found it difficult to get close to him.
"So, this is… Demonization…" Feng Bujue said to himself.
His eyes have changed… Passing Rain thought. He's finally going to get serious?
Feng Bujue's lips curled into a smile, and he said wickedly, "Hah… No wonder it's called the power of a demon."
"This transformation can only last for three minutes. I'd advise you to save some time and don't waste it on being awed…" Passing Rain reminded kindly.
"Don't worry," Feng Bujue cut her off. "3 minutes is more than enough."
When Passing Rain heard that, she understood what Brother Jue meant. She stopped wasting time on conversation. She gathered momentum on the tip of her toe and lunged forward. Holy Seal swirled through the air. The movement looked graceful and light, but it carried power that could split a boulder into half. The blade shone and it glinted dangerously.
The rack that was as large as a cliff before the player lost a chip of its corner from that slash… the cut corner slid down like an avalanche.
Feng Bujue leaped into the air and avoided the attack, then he commented calmly, "Hmm, not bad."
