This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 62 - 0 Unnamed Corpse
Chapter 62: Chapter 062 Unnamed Corpse
Bracing against the cold wind that blew from the end of the crevice, Chen Ke slowly adapted to the fissures that varied in size, ceaselessly inching forward as if squirming.
The rock walls were damp; water formed by the tundra and the thin ice at the summit all flowed down through the cracks, but since Chen Ke was wearing a coat made from Holy Relics, only his trousers and shoes got wet.
It seemed that Holy Relics could not be affected by phenomena in the real world, and this also indirectly proved that the Great Void retained some elements of reality to a certain extent.
Who was it that first thought to refer to these small, diamond-transformed pieces of equipment as “Holy Relics”? Wouldn’t it be simpler to just call them “equipment”?
In the outside world, Holy Relics could only be used briefly before turning back into small diamonds, whereas in the Great Void, once Holy Relics were summoned from their diamond state, they couldn’t change back, and summoning them consumed nothing.
This inevitably led Chen Ke to speculate about the relationship between the Great Void and Holy Relics.
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He had come to understand that Black Box Space was the connection point between the Great Void and the real world; the monsters that appeared in the Black Box Space were actually native species that entered through Teleportation Gates from the Great Void.
Killing monsters sometimes resulted in Holy Relics dropping, which suggested that these Holy Relics were originally products of the Great Void.
If Holy Relics originally were tangible products of the Great Void, then how were they connected to the monsters and turned into small diamonds?
No matter how he pondered, he couldn’t make sense of it. Kill a dog and out pops a sword—what kind of logic was that?
However, that was the reality, and Chen Ke didn’t dwell on it. If the world provided him with this outcome, he didn’t need to figure out the reasoning behind it. He only needed to know that “kill more for more loot, and with loot comes strength”—those two points were all that mattered.
After his trousers and socks were completely soaked from shifting around in the crevice, Chen Ke finally felt the exit. Eager, he squeezed out and straightened his twisted, soggy pant legs.
Outside the fissure lay a small space, no more than three meters in length and width. A tiny crack above let down a spill of white light, and in front, there stood a wall.
Yes, a wall.
The wall was built of dark greenish-black bricks. Unpainted because it was enclosed within the mountain, it bore the marks of man-made destruction, with remnants of bricks on the ground. Darkness filled the space behind the wall, the source of the chilling air.
Chen Ke had initially intended to light the Fire-igniting Broadsword for illumination, to check the power situation. But before he could ignite the broadsword, he stopped.
No, that wouldn’t do. Based on his years of reading novels, a structure buried in the valley could very well be a tomb, and the Flame from the Fire-igniting Broadsword was too fierce. He feared that entering might set other flammable materials ablaze, possibly even obliterating any vestiges left by Si’s consortium’s team.
He needed a more genteel source of light.
He reholstered his PPQ.45 and took out a luminescent black ring candle holder from his backpack.
The eerie blue Flame flickered to life, and Chen Ke extended the candle holder into the darkness behind the wall. The candlelight’s range was limited, yet for Chen Ke, it was sufficiently broad, giving him a visual range of at least four steps.
Within his line of sight, the scenery inside vastly exceeded Chen Ke’s expectations. He saw massive, heavy bookshelves surrounding him, their tops reachable only by a wooden retractable ladder propped beside them. Even though just a corner was revealed in the darkness, it brought Chen Ke an immense shock.
Looking up, at the broken parts of the domed ceiling, there were glimpses like stars in the dark sky, the cool air filled with the peculiar smell of moldy scrolls, silence reigned all around as if it had been forgotten for a thousand years.
This place was not a tomb, rather, it resembled a library.
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Chen Ke scanned the surroundings, feeling no danger, he stepped over the wall, accidentally scraping off a brick that fell to the ground, breaking the eternal silence.
Chen Ke halted, holding a candlestick in his left hand, a sword in his right, one foot still suspended mid-air, he stayed still for twelve seconds, eyes rolling vigilantly, watching.
Nothing happened.
He took a deep breath, stepped into the dark library, moving cautiously and yet filled with immense curiosity among the rows of bookshelves.
All the books on the shelves were large volumes, Chen Ke brought the candlestick closer, carefully examining the text on the books, but couldn’t understand it. The letters were not English but looked like some variant of Greek.
He reached out to take a book down to study carefully later, but the moment his fingers touched the book, what appeared to be a perfectly intact hardcover book, quietly turned to ash.
He touched several other books with the same result. He tentatively touched the shelves, and the place where he touched started to change color slowly, from orange-yellow to the charred black of something burnt.
Chen Ke decided not to bother with the shelves and books any longer, since this was a library, there must be an exit leading elsewhere.
He walked around the bookshelves and found that the library seemed to be a circular structure; in the middle was a relatively open aisle, on both sides along the walls were stairs leading to the second floor, which also had many shelves.
The hole in the wall Chen Ke had come through was directly under the stairs, and on the left side of the aisle was a set of double wooden doors, this seemed to be the way out of the library.
Out of curiosity, he lifted his candlestick towards the right end of the corridor; without shining the light, he wouldn’t have known, but upon illuminating, he got a shock. In the dark corner of the right side of the library, there were several long tables with people seemingly slumped over them.
Were there ashen zombie soldiers here, too?
Instinctively Chen Ke didn’t want to provoke them. Not to say they were hard to deal with, in fact, they weren’t, but he didn’t have a suitable weapon on hand to easily inflict damage on them given the attribute mismatch.
The Fire-igniting Broadsword shared the same attribute as theirs, which meant the associated physical damage would also be weakened. Unless he switched to a purely physical Holy Relic, it would be easier to deal with them.
Based on this characteristic, Chen Ke figured out some insights; it appeared that Holy Relics were not necessarily better simply for having various Elemental attributes. Like the previous Bloodletting Sword, it turned out to be more practical. Of course, if the attributes opposed each other, the power was indeed more astonishing. It seemed that having a variety of Holy Relics with different attributes at hand would allow for flexible responses to different situations.
Chen Ke glanced at the floor beneath his feet; the wooden floor was very clean, with only some scattered papers and unknown black charred objects, there was no ash—those slumped shapes on the tables might not be ashen zombies.
Driven by curiosity, he mustered up the courage and walked towards them. As the distance closed, the pile of shapes on the tables grew clearer.
They had turned into skeletons, dressed in wide blue hooded robes embroidered with mysterious symbols. From their postures, it appeared that they had been copying something here before they died.
On the tables, there were still papers and feather pens; without even thinking, one knew that just a touch would turn these items into ash.
There were eight skeletons; one of them wore a robe of a darker color, and oddly enough, its skull still bore a beard.
