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A sense of foreboding sent chills down my spine. I slowly turned my head, peering into the dim moonlight to locate the source of the sound—
There stood a figure, raggedly dressed, hair disheveled, emanating a foul stench, and moving with stiff limbs, swaying unsteadily as it approached me.
...This guy can't just be a passing beggar, right?
Didn’t they say that all the corpses in Potter's Field had been cleared away?! So what is this before me? A fish that slipped through the net? Or perhaps an unnamed body tossed back into the area after the big sweep?
So what’s going on now? Are they trying to force me to level up by fighting monsters?
...Wait! No! I don’t have any offensive skills or weapons! How am I supposed to fight?!
System! System! Call out the system and get it to show up; I want to file a complaint!
Just as I stood there trembling in confusion, the zombie had sensed the presence of a living person. Its previously staggering gait transformed into swift movement, and in the blink of an eye, it lunged at me with a roar.
I instinctively dodged to the side to evade its attack, immediately rolling and scrambling away in a desperate attempt to put distance between us. Unfortunately, my trembling hands and legs were uncontrollable, and my speed was severely limited.
—“In every situation, one must remain calm and cautious.” BY Anyeah.
Please! How am I supposed to stay calm in a life-and-death situation like this?!
After barely managing to dodge a few more attacks in sheer panic, I was on the verge of tears.
Right! I remember reading that there were formations in the cave that could repel zombie invasions?
Yes! That’s right! But unfortunately, it had already expired, and more importantly, I couldn’t use it just like that useless Nie Huaisang!
So what can I do now? Is there any other... formation? Right! Defense!
I stopped my frantic escape, steeling myself as I turned to face the zombie. With my hands outstretched in a blocking gesture, I shouted loudly:
“Light Shield!”
In an instant, a sphere of spirit light enveloped me like a thin membrane.
The zombie's attacks were blocked outside, yet it continued to snarl and attempt to break through the light barrier. I dared not let my guard down as I faced it.
Good, the defense was successful. But what now? The current crisis was still unresolved!
Was I supposed to hold out until morning for the sun to rise? But zombies weren't like the demons in "Demon Slayer," who would disintegrate upon seeing sunlight. Moreover, the thick fog of resentment in Potter's Field made it difficult for sunlight to penetrate; whether it would even help was uncertain!
Besides, judging by my remaining Spirit Power Value, I wouldn't be able to sustain this for long. Before the sun came up, I might be finished!
Damn it! What else could I do? Could someone suddenly descend from the sky and rescue me?
…Hmm, fine, I get it. Such miraculous luck is definitely not meant for me.
Rather than waiting for someone to save me, relying on myself seemed more practical!
So, what should I do now?
Think fast! Racking my brain for any feasible methods… Right! I remembered that zombies were transformed due to being burdened by resentment.
Then, if I could remove that resentment, there should be no problem!
Having figured this out, I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. While maintaining the light shield, I concentrated and began chanting a purification spell.
This time, using the purification technique felt slightly different from before. The spiritual light particles surrounding me gradually concentrated into a point in the air, eventually forming a blade of light that shot through the zombie.
As the blade pierced through its body, the zombie, which had been fiercely clawing at me, suddenly froze and then collapsed motionless.
Gasping for breath, I hesitated for a moment before slowly retracting the light shield and cautiously nudging the corpse with my foot.
It really wasn’t moving anymore; it had returned to being an ordinary corpse.
Once I regained my composure, I checked my interface and saw that beneath Purification Magic in the skill bar, a branch had appeared—an advanced skill: Blade of Purification. As for my Spirit Power Value, only one-third remained, and I felt a slight hunger in my stomach.
It seemed that defeating monsters truly allowed for evolution and leveling up.
Sigh, I couldn't help but wonder if anything else would appear later. To be safe, I decided to replenish my energy with food first.
I pulled out the only bun from my sleeve, silently took a bite, and chewed slowly as I watched my Spirit Power value gradually increase bit by bit.
...In the end, eating only sped up the recovery process; it didn't provide an instant boost like potions in games.
Well, at least I had recovered more than half of my energy, so there shouldn't be too many problems.
After putting away the remaining bun, I took a deep breath and steeled myself before slowly making my way back to the entrance of the Demon Suppression Cave.
I hoped that I could smoothly navigate through whatever crisis lay ahead...
Fortunately, nothing else appeared after that.
As dawn broke and confirmed that the terrifying night had come to an end, I finally relaxed my guard a bit and sat beside the cave entrance, closing my eyes for a short rest.
When I woke up, I returned to the cave and splashed my face with the purified water from yesterday to refresh myself.
Alright, what should I do next?
Should I continue to stay in this haunted place all day feeling anxious? Or should I abandon the idea of wandering around and head down the mountain into town to find NPCs for quests?
"Ha, pathetic! You're scared of even a little zombie!"
Out of nowhere, a scene from a Chibi animation featuring Wei Wuxian mocking Jin Ling flashed through my mind, as if it were taunting me.
...Ultimately, it was just a lack of practical experience; after all, beginners needed to rely on defeating monsters to level up!
But what exactly should I do now?
Stepping out of the cave, I gazed up at the murky sky, lost in thought.
After all, the root of all problems could be traced back to the deep resentment that lingered in this place.
Perhaps… I should start by purifying that resentment?
Whenever I was unsure of what to do, it seemed best to begin with what I could manage.
Looking around, I made up my mind and walked over to a large tree growing beside the Demon Suppression Cave. Placing my hands on its dark trunk, I began to chant the purification spell.
The spirit light slowly spread, enveloping the tree and gradually stripping away the black resentment clinging to it. Once I finished chanting, the spirit light dissipated, revealing the tree that had once been tainted by resentment now restored to its original form.
I could clearly see that this was a Sophora Tree.
Feeling quite satisfied, I patted its trunk.
Good, let this serve as a flag to declare that from now on, this place is my territory.
Now… I still thought I needed a weapon; after all, facing enemies empty-handed felt too reckless.
I remembered Anyeah had taught me that weapons could be forged with one’s own strength, though the quality of the resulting weapon would depend on luck…
Well, I might as well give it a try.
After aimlessly searching for quite some time, I finally found a suitably long and uniquely shaped stick.
I waved it around in my hand to test its feel. Not bad at all; this would do.
With the chosen stick in hand, I returned to the Demon Suppression Cave and stood in the spacious center of the cavern. Recalling Anyeah's teachings on forging methods, I gripped the stick tightly and focused my energy, slowly channeling it into the wood.
As the power within the stick reached its peak and was about to burst forth, I suddenly swung it high above my head and shouted:
"Grant you the power to manifest miracles! Respond to my call and resonate with me!"
A blinding light erupted, accompanied by a tremendous gust of wind that swept violently in all directions. For a moment, several strong currents of air intertwined chaotically within the cave, and the sound of wailing rose and fell like a haunting chorus, gradually subsiding only after the winds calmed.
I looked down at the brown wooden staff in my hand, which faintly glimmered with a green hue reminiscent of new sprouts, and checked its interface:
[Weapon Name: Fenghua. Attribute: Wind. Level: Three.]
Oh, not bad! Given the random chance, I managed to forge a staff with both a level and an attribute on my first attempt. This system isn't too harsh after all.
Wait… hold on a second!
Before I could fully savor my excitement, I suddenly felt a surge of panic as I noticed that the Spirit Power Value had dropped to zero—completely empty.
This is bad!
A wave of intense drowsiness hit me like a freight train, and I collapsed to the ground without any resistance.
Oh no, it’s a forced sleep…
As my consciousness began to fade, I could only feel relieved that I had chosen to retreat into the cave for this weapon forging method, which I thought was overly dramatic and would have been embarrassing if anyone had seen me.
Otherwise, if I had just fallen asleep outside, who knows how I would have met my end.
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