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墨書 Inktalez
They arrived at a terrifying place known as the Floating Stone Array.
The stone array itself was not frightening; what was alarming was that these stones were suspended in mid-air, arranged in a very orderly manner. However, it was not the stones themselves that achieved this feat.
Instead, these stones acted like magnets, as there were many magnetite ores hidden within the cliffs of this area, creating such a levitating stone formation.
The Ancient One had meticulously crafted this trap using this stone arrangement, which could indeed be considered one of the traps.
This setup tested the user's balance significantly. The magnets were not completely stable; they could shift and vibrate due to the influence of the magnetite, which had a substantial effect, even causing rotation. Anyone attempting to cross here would have to consider their own movement carefully.
Below them lay something even more terrifying—a red aura emanating from bubbling lava. Although it seemed calm, the integrity of the lava was evident, stretching through cracks and continuing to expand not far away.
The hidden lava beneath extended for quite a distance, with immense potential for expansion.
"Is this place mentioned in the strategy guide, Commander?" Ross asked.
"Let me think... I believe it is mentioned. There should be a rather frightening Magnetic Ore Formation here, with fiery lava below. It seems similar to what we are seeing now. We have followed the same route as our predecessors, but... something feels off," Freyr replied, feeling skeptical about some of the vague descriptions in the guide.
"What’s wrong? Are you recalling something?" Ross inquired further, sensing that the Commander was lost in thought and curious about what was troubling him.
"Um... no, I don't understand what the phrase 'place one in a desperate situation to bring forth life' means. Does it imply that they see some truths through death? If that's all it means, then dying would be pointless. I still can't grasp the thoughts of our predecessors; there's little information but plenty of hidden implications," Freyr said, shaking his head vigorously as if trying to dispel other thoughts.
"I think it's best not to dwell on it too much. After all, those predecessors managed to come out in the end, right? Let's focus on how to get across. Your balance won't allow you to carry me like before; the pivot point here is too high for us to use climbing gear," Ross remarked, glancing around at their surroundings with a hint of regret and an awkward smile on his face.
"Yes, that's true. But let's not rush; there must be a way. The meaning behind 'place one in a desperate situation to bring forth life' suggests that there must be some mechanism nearby," Freyr replied confidently.
Freyr crouched down calmly and looked closely at the Magnetic Ore Formation. At that moment, it appeared chaotic and disordered. Suddenly, some magnets collided with each other, flipping over and scattering a multitude of fragments, which sank directly downward due to their insufficient buoyancy.
Before long, these fragments disappeared into the magma. Just when it seemed that they had melted away, some black shards floated back up and violently struck the top of the Magnetite.
The magnets shook again and drifted off in different directions.
"Poof!"
A larger rock landed nearby, slowly leaning against another stone before shifting slightly away.
"This is really dangerous! After colliding, they’ll fall into the lava! If that happens, we might not make it out alive!" Ross jumped around like a monkey, appearing utterly helpless. The contrast between his previous cleverness and his current state was stark.
"I understand now!"
"I understand now!"
"So that's it—desperate times call for desperate measures." Freyr clutched a piece of black Magnetite in his hand and let out a maniacal laugh.
"Have you lost your mind? Don’t you fear attracting trouble? What’s so funny about this?" Ross quickly nudged Freyr's back with his foot.
"Look! Look at this!" Freyr raised the Magnetite for him to see.
"What am I looking at? This is just an ordinary piece of Magnetite. What makes it special?"
Ross examined the stone closely from top to bottom. The surface had become shattered from the impact, with certain parts appearing exceptionally sharp—almost like a blade. Aside from its sharp edges, there didn’t seem to be anything else remarkable about it.
"What's the difference? It's just an ordinary piece of ore, though it is a bit sharp."
Ross examined the stone for a while but did not notice anything unusual about it.
As he thought about this, he suddenly glanced at Freyr. He could see a look on Freyr's face that suggested a sense of hopelessness, as if he were staring at a piece of decayed wood that could not be carved. Shaking his head vigorously, Ross continued, "Well, it's not as exaggerated as you think. Actually, this stone was just the one that fell into the lava earlier."
"But look, the stone has no temperature at all. By comparison, such a stone should be extremely hot. Even if it rolled over from the lava due to magnetic forces, the heat would have been enough to weaken any ordinary magnetism. Yet my hand shows no signs of burns and feels completely cool. What does this mean? It means that the lava itself is not hot; otherwise, the magnetic force would definitely be affected, and there wouldn't be any temperature at all."
"It’s also possible that you’re mistaken, Commander. This stone might have always been like this and never fell into the lava," Ross quickly interrupted, cutting off Freyr's thoughts.
"Could my eyesight be wrong? I never make mistakes; I tracked this stone all the way down and saw it float out of the lava," Freyr replied immediately. "The real question now is whether you believe me. The so-called act of placing oneself in a life-or-death situation to gain something is exactly like this."
"Commander, you can't be thinking we should jump down to test it out, right? Is that really what you're suggesting?" Ross looked at Freyr in horror. Through his gaze, he sensed something strange; was he really expected to jump down and investigate this so-called truth?
Was he really going to gamble his life based on the authenticity of a book? That was reckless! The outcome would yield no benefits—death? Absolutely not! Life was far too precious; with only one life to live, gambling it on such matters was simply not worth it.
"To be safe, how about we conduct an experiment to verify the authenticity of that lava you mentioned?" Ross suddenly pulled out a thermometer with fishing line from his ring.
A thermometer? Using a thermometer meant for measuring fevers to check the temperature of lava? He feared that it wouldn’t last long before being melted away by the intense heat, with its mercury evaporating completely.
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