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Wei Dong and God Tone faced each other, the tense atmosphere around them making the air seem to solidify. Polnareff's voice cut through the tension, filled with anticipation and seriousness: “Wei Dong... you were so determined to challenge Nightmare Difficulty back then. Now, as this unknown challenge lies before you, let you unveil its mystery.”
Wei Dong showed a troubled expression, half self-deprecating and half dissatisfied as he retorted: “Damn! Why is it me? Is there no one else?” His tone revealed his unwillingness to accept this sudden task.
God Tone's response was even more intense, almost rude: “Alright, alright, stop whining! It's annoying! Hurry up and take a look, don’t waste everyone’s time!” His voice was filled with impatience, seemingly extremely displeased with Wei Dong's hesitation. This utterly obnoxious attitude nearly made Wei Dong explode.
Wei Dong stood up, wearing a forced smile while seemingly suppressing an impending outburst of anger. He took a deep breath and stepped toward the swirling red lights in the air. Each step felt heavy and hesitant, but his eyes sparkled with courage and curiosity. He knew that as a top Summoner, facing the unknown with courage and a passion for exploration was his responsibility. Despite being filled with doubts and unease, he chose to move forward, hoping to uncover the truth behind this mysterious phenomenon.
The moment Wei Dong stepped out of the shield's protective range, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop, an invisible sense of pressure hitting him head-on, causing his heartbeat to quicken involuntarily. The floating red lights resembled eyes from another world, quietly yet curiously observing him. Wei Dong's pace became slow and cautious; each step felt like walking on thin ice, afraid that the next step might trigger unpredictable consequences.
The air around was filled with an indescribable tension; the glow of the red lights seemed to brighten under Wei Dong's approach, their distance gradually shortening as if they were about to touch his skin at any moment.
Behind the shield, Sergeant Rad, Polnareff, and others anxiously watched Wei Dong, their breaths nearly halted as they worried for his safety. In this moment, time seemed to freeze; everyone's gaze focused on the delicate distance between the floating red lights and Wei Dong.
Filled with confusion and curiosity, Wei Dong knew he was facing an unprecedented unknown. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and continue forward; those red lights seemed to be the key to the answers he sought, waiting for him to unveil the secrets behind it all.
When Wei Dong's finger touched one of the floating red lights, the entire space seemed to freeze. The red light suddenly erupted with an incredible force that quickly seeped into Wei Dong's skin, penetrating his flesh and reaching deep into his soul. He felt a strong vibration coursing through his body as if something within him was being awakened.
In that instant, everything around became unusually quiet; only Wei Dong's breathing and a faint buzzing sound where his palm met the light could be heard. As the light fully integrated into Wei Dong's body, a vague yet deep voice echoed in his mind, as if coming from a distant and ancient time: “So it was you who defeated us?”
This voice carried a hint of indescribable sorrow and acknowledgment, like recognition of Wei Dong and his companions’ victory but also an acceptance of some fate. Standing still, Wei Dong momentarily didn’t know how to respond. He only felt that he had been endowed with a new power within him but also bore some heavy responsibility.
The people around were astonished by what they witnessed; they could hardly believe that this was really happening. Wei Dong turned around, his eyes reflecting an unprecedented determination and depth as if he had realized his new identity and the challenges that lay ahead.
When Wei Dong's finger gently touched the floating red light, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The red light was quickly absorbed by his body, and an unknown power spread within him. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented vibration, accompanied by a deep and distant whisper, a voice filled with centuries of loneliness and torment.
"Damn! Who are you?" Wei Dong's voice trembled with anxiety, as if trying to resist the impending unknown.
The mysterious voice spoke again, each word seemingly weighed down by heavy chains, every sentence like a description of a forgotten story: "I am the nightmare you defeated... I have been trapped here for several centuries..." There was a hint of barely perceptible relief in the voice, as if this moment's arrival was finally a long-awaited liberation for it.
The atmosphere around them grew heavy, and everyone was deeply shaken by this revelation. The voice continued to murmur: "Though I am reluctant, I thank you for defeating me... I am finally free." The words conveyed not only a desire for freedom but also a sense of the end of endless suffering.
Wei Dong stood still, taking a deep breath, filled with inexplicable emotions. What he thought was a victory in a game turned out to be intertwined with the pain and struggle of an ancient existence. They were not merely achieving victory in a game; it felt as though they had become the answer to some fate, granting freedom to a trapped soul.
This realization plunged everyone present into deep contemplation. They understood that the challenge they participated in was not simple; the hidden story behind it was far deeper than they had imagined. The victory they fought for carried with it centuries of torment and hope for a soul. In that moment, they were not just victors in a game but saviors of a trapped spirit, bearing profound meaning and value.
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