With the passage of time, empty wine glasses were filled and emptied, one after another.

Warden Daria's face was already flushed, and her grip on the wine glass was becoming sluggish.

Hyperion was still feeding the Great Poet wine.

While the Great Poet was drinking, Hyperion had intermittently heard Antanas behind her utter seven or eight different endings on how to clear this level today.

But none of them were endings where Lan Fu could return alive.

Finally, Warden Daria could no longer continue and put down her wine glass.

She tried to stand up, her steps faltering. She shuffled on the ground a few times before collapsing back onto the table, her cheek pressed against the surface, unable to prop herself up.

"Too strong, I've never seen anyone drink like you..."

Even though the slumped Warden Daria was completely unable to move, her lips continued to praise.

Even though her eyes were full of unyieldingness, her body still admitted defeat.

She didn't expect this intern guard to be so much more valiant than she appeared, truly not valuing her life.

"You...just who are you..."

Warden Daria, as promised, used her last bit of consciousness to mark the others with a special rating while lying on the table, muttering.

"..."

The Great Poet was silent for a long time, as if his throat couldn't produce any sound. After a moment, he looked at Warden Daria.

"If you want to find someone to drink with again, you can come to the Redmont Building of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy...every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, from two to five in the afternoon. Any school personnel can have a conversation, but you may need to make an appointment in advance..."

The Great Poet's mind-penetrating voice caused the hazy look in Daria's half-dreaming eyes to gradually become tainted with a final trace of crazed obsession, as if even if she were to lose all memories from her dreams, only this deeply hypnotic utterance would inevitably be etched into her mind.

Gradually, Warden Daria fell unconscious, her sleeping face content and reluctant.

"Hic."

The Great Poet's cheeks were merely flushed, his lowered eyes still resolute.

Hyperion worriedly helped the Great Poet up, but he stumbled and fell as soon as he stood.

Although the controller might not have any major problems mentally, the Great Poet's body was no longer listening to commands.

"Leave the rest to us. You should rest well. With Antanas and Sinora, this level shouldn't be too difficult."

Hyperion crouched beside the Great Poet and patted his back gently, feeling sorry for him.

Lan Qi might not have suffered any harm personally, but the Great Poet's body was about to be scrapped.

"Wuwu, King, don't die!"

Antanas sobbed behind them, wiping her tears from time to time, observing the black-haired, green-eyed figure's condition.

Although she was crying very insincerely.

But she seemed to be building up an atmosphere.

Hyperion glanced back at Antanas, unsure of what to say.

However, when she turned back, Hyperion saw that Lan Qi's eyes were also resolute.

It gave Hyperion the illusion that since the atmosphere had been built up to this point, Lan Fu would have to die today whether she wanted to or not.

"I'll do it, I can't give up halfway."

The Great Poet said.

He never procrastinated when he could solve problems efficiently.

Speedrunning had to be done to the end.

The time he could delay on Warden Bakas's side was limited, and now that he was only one step away from seeing the ultimate demon, the Truth of Pranaya, he didn't want to waste any more time.

In order to save Talia's friends, he felt that any hardship was worthwhile.

"..."

Hyperion's eyes twitched.

You really don't treat Lan Fu's life as a life, do you?

Fortunately, Lan Fu would fall into a deep sleep after entrusting her body to Lan Qi, otherwise, when Lan Fu took back control of her body and found that Lan Qi had made her like this, she would probably break off all ties on the spot and find a chance to blow up Lan Qi in the future.

The Great Poet struggled to stand up and walked forward.

"Wait for me to inspect and repair one round, unlock the clearance permissions for this level, and you'll be able to see the cell where the Truth of Pranaya is located. Then, please, both of you, go to his cell as quickly as possible. I'll be there soon..."

The black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet said intermittently.

With Antanas's defensive abilities and Sinora's spell resistance, if they had a guiding map in this demon trial of the [Suspended Road to Rebirth], it would be very easy to rush directly into a target's room.

Because the two of them were very bold to begin with, completely unlike the Truth of Pranaya.

And the Overlord Cleric was a fearless warrior he had personally cultivated, who would definitely be able to reach the target location successfully when given instructions.

"Are you planning to go to the [Suspended Road to Rebirth] alone?"

Sinora asked worriedly.

The Great Poet drooped his eyelids, turned his cheek, and nodded.

Then he walked towards the prison.

His steps were like a drunkard, falling with every step, yet struggling to get back up.

But he didn't seem to see any influence or harm from the illusion barrier at all.

"This..."

Sinora stared blankly at the departing figure of the new King. The new King didn't seem to have any fluctuations of fear in his heart. The illusion didn't cause him any actual harm.

"As expected of our King, what a state of mind this is."

Sinora exclaimed sincerely.

"Yes, disgustingly strong."

Antanas was no longer surprised.

She had already seen the new King's almost immune state in the [Fallen Gentle Township] on the fourth level below, so on the sixth level below, which was also a mind trial, the [Suspended Road to Rebirth], she didn't think the new King's monster-like performance was anything surprising.

Now, Antanas wasn't sure how many marks the new King already possessed, but she was very sure that the new King would gain another title mark before meeting the Truth of Pranaya and become a demon far surpassing Talia.

...

At this moment, inside the Great Poet's dilapidated body, the Great Poet Lan Fu herself, whose soul had fallen asleep, was experiencing a dream.

She dreamed that after arriving at a mysterious prison today, she kept falling, unable to control her balance at all.

All the way to the fifth level below, it was very dark, very dim. Her body was controlled by a demon, cruelly abusing her phantom with a terrifying giant wolf, as if it couldn't wait for her to die.

After finally being on the verge of leaving this prison in shock,

she started being force-fed a terribly scary wine.

It was obviously especially painful, her nose couldn't even breathe, yet she was constantly being force-fed that wine that burned her internal organs. Finally, feeling like her whole body was about to fall apart, she was still stumbling forward, making her want to cry in pain.

She suspected it was a nightmare, but she couldn't wake up no matter what...

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