Capítulo 941: Chapter 707: Dragon Lich Ash encountered the trial he least wanted to face—a maze. The twelfth layer of the Silent Spiral was a giant maze. The walls connected heaven and earth, with no gaps to leap over, and the walls were one with the ground and ceiling. Even if you attacked just one point on the wall, the damage would be distributed throughout the entire spiral layer. However, the most destructive Qikara stayed on the tenth layer, Ash excelled at cutting, Igula’s imaginary enemies were intelligent beings, not walls, and Gwen was not only a Two-winged Mage but had also lost a lot of Technique Spirits due to the ‘Star Cluster Concept’ collapse a few days ago, so her combat power was almost negligible. If they wanted to forcefully break through the maze on the twelfth layer, it would probably take more than an hour of high-intensity output. By then, their Magic Power would be nearly depleted. If they encountered the Mercury Wooden Horse on the next layer, it would be as good as delivering themselves on a silver platter, volunteering to let the Mercury Wooden Horse rip out their hearts in a heartwarmingly naive manner. Thus, they had no choice but to honestly traverse the maze, though the maze was not without clues. Each fork in the road presented a question, for example, “What is the most beautiful music in life?” Then three paths would appear, each with a different sound: the white noise of rain falling through the forest, pure music played by instruments, and a silent passage with no sound at all. If the wrong path was chosen, they would find themselves back at the same fork. Clearly, the main theme of this trial was to comprehend life’s truths and choose the right path in life. Ash was evidently not good at these kinds of questions. When pondering “What is the most beautiful music in life,” he would think of ‘Ignoring the sound of rain beating the leaves,’ or ‘The sudden bursting of a silver bottle.’ It’s not that he didn’t understand life’s truths; on the contrary, he knew too many but just couldn’t live life well. In contrast, Igula quickly figured out the expected answers to these questions. Although they didn’t know which Great Skill this trial came from, as long as they grasped the questioner’s intent, naturally, there was a traceable path in comprehending it. Ash also wanted to participate in the brainstorming but after several attempts found his answers were not in line with Igula’s, he quietly waited for the swindler to provide an answer, then rushed to the end of the passage like a dog, loudly announcing the next question to Igula. When Ash launched his sixteenth brave charge into the passage, Igula held him back by the collar: “Rushing won’t help.” “Mr. Ash.” Gwen took out a notebook: “While you can clearly repeat the questions, the situation in the passage is the most important answer option, and there is a slight distortion in your descriptions of the options. Rushing ahead for reconnaissance only optimized one to three seconds.” “And I’ve wasted more than three seconds on the road trying to catch your recital.” The swindler coldly said: “I’ll accurately report your performance to Harvey, and I imagine he’ll be moved to tears by your drama.” Igula thought Ash would rebut him, but Ash just walked on silently without any words. The swindler’s expression became somewhat unnatural, and Gwen said: “Mr. Ash, we all know you’re just worried…” “He’s right, I really am acting.” Ash sighed: “Whenever I think about Harvey and Qikara battling bravely, I feel I can’t move slowly, I must show urgency, even if it’s meaningless… I’m just moved by my own actions.” “You regret it?” Igula mocked: “You didn’t think this was a leisurely trip, did you?” “I’m waiting.” Ash said despondently: “Like a ball hitting the net and bouncing, I don’t know where it will land… I can only wait for it to fall.” “I haven’t found Tamasi yet, nor can I help Harvey and Qikara. I’m no longer the me from Shattered Lake, I know I’ve become much stronger… but in the end, I’m no different from a condemned criminal, powerless before a turbulent Fate.” “Powerless rage.” Igula remarked: “Ranked in the top three psychological disorders even in the Blood Moon.” “Do you have any medicine for that?” Ash laughed wryly. “Not all diseases can be cured; some are irrevocably cursed.” The swindler said: “Just be a bit more selfish, and many things can be easily solved. The more you care about, the more powerless moments you’ll encounter.” Ash couldn’t help but chuckle: “Honestly, I already think I’m selfish enough, I don’t care about things that aren’t mine at all.” This update ıs available on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 “That just means you define too many things as ‘your things,’ fool.” Igula stopped and looked up at the question at the fork in the path: “What is life’s most unrealistic fantasy?” Three paths, the first filled with laughter, birdsong, and children playing, representing ‘Innocence.’ The second was dazzlingly bright, with stairways stretching upwards, close enough to hear the sound of mountains and seas, like a King’s coronation or a general’s triumphant return, representing ‘Success.’ He glanced at the third path, then directly walked into it, saying: “However, in your situation, treatment is quite simple. You just need to boost your observation a bit, don’t treat your eyes as ornaments, or your brain as a water bucket; just look more and think more.” “We haven’t found the Black Crow yet, which is actually good news, suggesting it likely infiltrated—you’re also aware of how formidable Black Crow’s infiltration skills are. Nobody wants to kill the Mercury Wooden Horse more than he does, so he won’t recklessly throw his life away; he’ll wait for an absolutely certain opportunity to act. But we might have already found him by then.”