Chapter Eighty: You Are Truly Unique (Vote Requested!)

Cheng Zhi shook his head, his expression grave.
“This world is too bizarre. We were teleported here, and not a trace of human activity can be seen for a hundred miles. Yet, upon entering the stone chamber, we encountered such strange events. That tomb keeper didn’t look like he’d only been here for a year or two.
Just after he died, he turned to dust and vanished, and then that little flower appeared below. I think this flower might be able to save a life. After all, sir is gravely wounded, and we have no other options. Why don’t we crush the flower and feed it to him?”
The fat man shuddered.
“The tomb keeper’s body became a flower and you want to feed it to the boss? What if he dies?”
Cheng Zhi fell silent.
Indeed, as the fat man had said—what if he died?
The three of them were bound together; if Zhou Yi died, so would they. If they did nothing, Zhou Yi still had a thread of life left.
This time, they had arrived in person. Should disaster strike in this world, it would be death without reprieve.
Glancing at the barely breathing Zhou Yi, he found himself caught in a dilemma.
After a brief silence, Cheng Zhi looked at the fat man.
“So, can you contact Sophia?”
The fat man shook his round face and sighed.
“To be honest, our control panels don’t even have the function to contact the base. I checked thoroughly back at the base—our panels have two fewer buttons than the boss’s. One for contacting the base, and one for the storage function.
Let’s not talk about anything else—if the boss stays half-dead for days, we’ll starve too. We’ve only half a bottle of water each, right? Would you dare drink from that pool? Or should we hunt wolves, eat their meat, and drink their blood?”
Cheng Zhi stared at the fat man, unsure of what he truly meant. After all that was said, was he agreeing or disagreeing with his suggestion?
“And then?”
Faced with Cheng Zhi’s unconventional way of speaking, the fat man rolled his eyes.
“Can’t you stick to your point? Ask me again—are we going to give the boss the flower or not?”
Cheng Zhi sighed.
He glanced at Zhou Yi, slumped against the stone wall. Zhou Yi was barely clinging to life; he hadn’t responded at all to everything they’d said. Seeing the state of his swollen fingers, neither dared touch him. As if making up his mind, Cheng Zhi turned to the fat man.
“Shall we take a gamble and feed the flower to sir? I think it’s worth a try—after all, we have no better options.”
The fat man nodded, scratching his head as he looked at the flower.
“Alright, but how do we feed it to him? Look at him—does he look like he can chew?”
Cheng Zhi looked around, but there was nothing suitable. Pinching the flower’s stem, he found it soft but not enough to squeeze out any sap.

He stood, found two stones, and washed them at the pool, using the remainder of his half-bottle of water to clean them again. Then he placed the small purple flower on the stone and crushed it. With a few strikes, the purple flower turned into a green pulp.
The fat man helped by catching the pulp in the cap of their water bottle. Even the residue on the stone wasn’t wasted; it was rinsed off and collected in the cap.
“I’ll hold the boss’s head while you pour it in. Let’s be gentle—I’m not sure where he’s hurt, but there’s blood all around his mouth.”
Cheng Zhi nodded. As the fat man propped Zhou Yi’s head and gently pried open his jaw, Cheng Zhi quickly poured the pulp into his mouth, supporting his chin. When Zhou Yi seemed to swallow reflexively, both men breathed a sigh of relief.
They slowly let go and watched Zhou Yi.
After such an ordeal—including their trip to the magma-filled chamber—now that things had quieted, the temperature in the stone room seemed to drop further.
The fat man glanced around the empty chamber and hunched his shoulders.
“Maybe we should move the boss outside, build up the fire—at least it’ll be warmer, and we can keep an eye out for the alpha wolf.”
Cheng Zhi nodded.
“But how are we going to move sir?”
The fat man waved his hand.
“I checked just now—the boss only seems to have injuries to his hands; his arms and legs are fine. You drag from behind, I’ll carry him out on my back. Be careful not to jostle his hands.”
Cheng Zhi agreed.
The fat man crouched, grabbed Zhou Yi’s arms, and lifted him while Cheng Zhi supported from behind. Together, they maneuvered through the passage into the first stone chamber.
There, a faint light made flashlights unnecessary. The fat man gently laid Zhou Yi on the ground, positioning his hands carefully on his chest.
They gathered dry branches and rekindled the fire.
The temperature rose—not warm, but at least not freezing. Yet Zhou Yi remained unresponsive. The two men squatted, one on each side, occasionally glancing outside, ever wary of the alpha wolf’s return.
The fat man sighed, worry written all over his face. Tossing aside his stick, he plopped down on the ground.
“The flower’s been eaten, but there’s still no reaction. When do you think the boss will wake up? Will he ever wake up?”
Cheng Zhi sat, hugging his knees, looking at the fat man. His worry was no less—the fat man had known Zhou Yi far longer.
He’d once heard that Zhou Yi had risked his life to save the fat man. Such friendship was far deeper than any bond Cheng Zhi, a man who had been subdued, could boast.
If anything went wrong from eating the flower, he would be the first suspect. The current situation, analyzed carefully, was neither good nor bad; at least Zhou Yi hadn’t died instantly.
“I don’t know if sir will wake, or when he might.
But we’ve done all we can for now. All we can do is wait. We both absorbed some spiritual power from those spirit stones earlier—why don’t I keep watch, and you sit and try to sense your attributes?”
The fat man blinked and sighed, agreeing with Cheng Zhi—there really was nothing else to do but wait. He glanced at the sleeping Zhou Yi, then sat cross-legged and began to focus on his spiritual attributes.

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Zhou Yi felt aching all over, especially in his hand, as if the flesh had been torn away.
He struggled to open his eyes and found himself surrounded by white mist, with no one nearby. He raised his hand—no wounds. But as he looked down, he froze.
He was wearing a white robe—impossible to place in any particular era, but on close inspection, it more closely resembled the attire of a choirboy.
Looking around, the area was still shrouded in dense mist. The tomb chamber was gone; the surroundings were dim. Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes.
Something was wrong.
He’d just been fighting the tomb keeper. Exhausted, he’d passed out—so why had he awakened here? Where was this place?
Zhou Yi didn’t move blindly. He focused, trying to use his spiritual sense to explore, but it was useless here—this discovery startled him.
Immediately, his vigilance grew. As time passed, the thick mist began to clear.
Zhou Yi squinted, trying to adapt to the darkness.
Amid the shifting shadows, something seemed arrayed in rows, piled up like a mountain about a hundred meters away.
But Zhou Yi didn’t want to approach. That mountain gave him a sense of oppression, as if someone was calling him over—a call laced with temptation and deliberate intent.
Behind him, it sounded like the seashore—waves crashing against rocks.
The sudden changes unsettled him. Moments ago, there was only mist, so still the air felt frozen; but now the scene shifted rapidly. Could this be some kind of illusion?
His vision limited, Zhou Yi couldn’t make out any details.
Nor did he dare to move, for fear that a single step forward would bar his return. For now, he resisted the summons of those souls—but if he got closer, could he still hold out?
The sound of waves on rocks behind him suggested a cliff—one step back, and he might be dashed to pieces.
Don’t panic. He’d survived the base, the Hunters, and the virtual world. Nothing could shake him now. The greatest enemy isn’t the world outside, but the fear in one’s own heart. Let fear take root, and it becomes a demon within.
With this, Zhou Yi calmed himself, took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and began to count on his fingers.
Today’s harvest was not small—the five elemental spirit stones from the Five Elements Tomb were all in his possession.
“How amusing—you’re able to calculate your gains and losses at a time like this. You’re quite unique…”