“Chapter 12: Defeating a Higher Level Solo”

"Chapter 12: Defeating a Higher Level Solo"

"Fei Yi was at her wit's end."

"To kill the Singer, she had utilized every possible moment, managing only a little over two hours of sleep the previous night."

"But the dying Singer was clearly growing more impatient."

"The necromancer slowly moved on Fei Yi’s back, its cold, ghostly chill becoming more intense, already subtly affecting the surrounding air."

"'Hiss, why does it suddenly feel a bit cold?' Fei Yi heard a few girls in the back row whisper."

"She couldn’t wait any longer."

"Clearly, the Singer had issued her a final ultimatum. Regardless of her ability, she had to venture into the deep pit of the Twisted Forest to confront him."

"Otherwise, it wouldn’t be long before she was frozen to death."

"In the classroom, all the freshmen were earnestly learning ancient incantation texts."

"Those with better aptitude, like Hill Wyatt, had already closed their eyes, attempting to communicate with the magic within their bodies."

"Ancient incantations were a breeze for her."

"Those with lesser talent, like Susie and Lunien, were still struggling with the dictionary of terms."

"Instructor Belrona sat authoritatively to the side, magically manipulating her broom to dance for her amusement."

"Fei Yi steadied herself, took a deep breath, and stood up to approach the instructor."

"All the new students turned to look in unison."

"Belrona, irritated, turned around, 'Going to the bathroom? No, not unless you've memorized any one of the spells on the blackboard. Otherwise, forget about slacking off.'"

"She didn’t believe any student could have finished the assignment so quickly."

"But—"

"'Cold and drifting, all high temperatures are useless against me.'"

"Fei Yi recited softly and quickly, then grasped Belrona’s hand."

"Ice-cold to the bone, a perfect manifestation of magic to lower her own temperature."

"So cold that it was even better than what many senior students could manage."

"The hot-tempered instructor showed a surprised expression for the first time, finally acknowledging the slender freshman in front of her."

"Pale face, lips turning purple, breath misting in the air."

"Clearly, even a genius little dwarf struggled with controlling magic, affecting her body and unable to retract it."

"Belrona frowned slightly and patted Fei Yi on the forehead."

"A warm current suddenly flowed into her limbs, the instructor’s powerful magic instantly suppressing the necromancer."

"Fei Yi gasped for air, bowing joyfully, 'Thank you!'"

"'Stay calm at all times,' Belrona sternly warned, 'Magic is yours, like a knife and fork in your hand. If you control it properly, you can use it as you wish. There’s no need to fear. Would you fear your feather pen? Don’t let magic harm or backfire on you again.'"

"Fei Yi nodded obediently."

"Once she dealt with the Singer, she vowed to diligently make up for this class."

"Belrona finally showed a faint, almost imperceptible smile, 'Well done. As the first successful freshman, Ms. Luo, you earn an additional 3 points.'"

"The shock among everyone was sky-high."

"Hill couldn’t believe her eyes; she was... once again defeated by a commoner?!"

"Susie and a few other girls who often bullied Fei Yi were even more infuriated. A fool? Could she have taken a shortcut?!"

"Fei Yi ignored all her classmates and gracefully left the class."

"She rushed back to the dormitory at top speed, grabbed the hidden blessing and healing potions, and then ran out of the castle to catch the nearest carriage."

"'To the Twisted Forest, and make it quick.'"

"Feeling suppressed, the Singer grew frantic. The necromancer rampaged within her body, making Fei Yi feel as if her organs were freezing."

"Her breathing became increasingly difficult, her vision blurred with a layer of frost, even coughing up blood as if she was winter swimming in minus thirty degrees."

"Fei Yi cursed, experiencing for the first time a clear and direct sense of 'weakness'."

"The necromancer hovered around her neck, ready to kill her instantly at the Singer’s whim."

"She used to stand at the pinnacle of the game world, where even a max-level [Grim Reaper Smiling] of the same profession would avoid her name."

"In the same world, why this difference?!"

"With raging fury burning within, Fei Yi, enduring severe pain, pulled out the blessing potion from her bag with one hand."

"She must return to the peak! No one would ever hold her by the throat again!"

——

"As afternoon approached, the sky over the Abyss darkened, especially around the deep pit."

"The Singer was brooding and furious, making the air around him terrifyingly tense."

"Clark could feel his condition deteriorating further."

"'Damn it, why didn’t I listen to the instructor and learn potion-making properly?'"

"Clark despised memorizing the chaotic mix of potion ingredients, even though his instructor emphasized their utmost importance. He found it tedious."

"He preferred the thrill of summoning the undead, those fear-inducing beings that obeyed him like toys."

"But now, none of his undead could gather simple hemostatic herbs for him."

"'Once that damned girl comes back crying in pain, I’ll kill her immediately!' Clark thought bitterly. 'Even if she doesn’t bring any healing potions or tries to trick me, just killing her and consuming her heart will restore much of my strength! I should have never let her leave!'"

"Blood loss had dulled his mind."

"But no matter, she was just a girl, weaker than a rat. He wouldn’t make such a basic mistake again."

"As he sharpened his knife in anticipation, the undead suddenly became restless."

"Clark looked up sharply to see a vine lowered from above the pit. A slender figure awkwardly climbed down, almost falling due to her stiff fingers."

"Clark watched her coldly, his hand gripping the staff hidden in the shadows."

"His magical power was nearly exhausted, but crushing the skull of a child was still an easy task."

"Just a little closer, yes, just like that, come closer."

"'No, no, no, no…' the girl struggled to approach, barely able to articulate."

"Tears filled her sunken eyes but turned to frost on her lashes due to the cold."

"Her black dress was speckled with bloodstains, and her pale hand slowly produced a bottle of red potion."

"'I... I... brought... not sure if it's right... not...'"

"Clark's staff, raised mid-air, halted."

"A red potion... a healing potion! Judging by its clarity, it's definitely of quality grade!!"

"The dying Singer snatched it immediately. The plump potion bottle, topped with a cork, shimmered beautifully under the afternoon light, a label at the bottom reading 'From Ninihui Town’s Trusted Potion Shop.'"

"Unfortunately, his magical power was too depleted to cast a spell to check it."

"Clark curled his lips into a smirk, looking up at the girl weeping and trembling before him."

"With a swing of his staff, he slashed a deep, bone-visible wound on Fei Yi's arm!"

"'Drink it!' Clark barked fiercely."

"Fei Yi, nearly fainting from pain, yet managed to carefully take the potion bottle, slowly opened the cork, and sipped a small amount."

"The bleeding wound on her arm began to heal immediately."

"Clark watched, wide-eyed. When the girl resealed the bottle and still stood unharmed after a while, he finally relaxed."

"It was indeed a quality-grade healing potion, with no poison!"

"A wave of immense relief drained Clark of his strength; he felt like collapsing, struggling to maintain his posture, he said, 'Give, give it here!'"

"But the mentally challenged girl seemed to have completely misunderstood, staring blankly at him with tearful eyes, her body trembling even more from fear."

"Impatient, Clark extended his hand with all his remaining strength, trying to snatch the potion back."

"However, his emotional upheaval slowed his actions, and the girl, thinking she was about to be hit, instinctively raised her arm to protect her head."

"The healing potion fell from her hand, tumbling several times on the grass-covered ground, and finally came to a stop upside down after hitting a raised patch of earth."

"The bright red liquid didn’t spill past the cork."

"This mishap nearly scared the necromancer singer to death on the spot!"

"Fortunately, the grass was thick enough, and the potion bottle sturdy enough, to avoid breaking."

"Clark hastily picked it up, uncorked it, and gulped down the potion in one go!"

"Refreshing."

"He could distinctly feel his wounds healing, his muscles regaining strength, and the traces of light magic left by the archmages slowly fading."

"A surge of vitality coursed through his body!"

"Just one more witch's heart, and both his magic power and health would return to normal."

"Clark looked at Fei Yi with a malicious grin."

"But the next second, his expression froze in shock!"

"What, what’s happening?!"

"In that instant, Clark felt as if his soul was on fire, intensifying by the moment!"

"An indescribable, tearing pain engulfed him, even affecting his undead, which began to wail in twisted agony!"

"Unable to endure any longer, Clark collapsed to the ground, limp and powerless."

"In his daze, he saw the girl, who had always been timid and weak, looking down at him with a cold, commanding gaze, a stark contrast to her usual pitiable demeanor."

"Her expression was indifferent, as if looking at a dead man."

"What... what have you done?!" Clark gasped for breath, more out than in. He couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong.

"The pain he was experiencing now was even more unbearable than when attacked by the archmages."

"It felt like... like those spells of light were striking his soul directly."

"Could there be something wrong with that healing potion?!"

"But... how could that be...? The girl drank it too... she... she!!"

"Nothing much," the girl said adeptly, "just some blessings from the deity."

"Fei Yi was well aware that this was a cunning and treacherous foe."

"So she applied the blessing potion carefully on the cork of the healing potion, even soaking it for a while to ensure its effectiveness."

"Then she gently dried the surface of the cork, making sure not to let the blessing potion drip into the healing potion prematurely."

"All she needed was caution to ensure the two potions merged at the right moment."

"She had put on an act, never expecting the singer to be so naively quick to fall for it."

"A blessing from the deity, something no dark soul could withstand."

"Her tone was light, her vocabulary complete, not at all like someone who couldn't understand speech."

"The singer's eyes widened in shock."

"You're not an idiot!!"

"Of course not," Fei Yi chuckled, her eyes obscured by shadows, "In this world, I'm truly the 'omniscient'."

Clark never understood how a seemingly insignificant insect suddenly became a deadly viper that could end his life.

The Singer, seeking last-minute revenge, succumbed to his already deteriorating health and quickly met his end.

The masterless wraiths drifted away from Fei Yi's back.

Silence returned to the deep pit, with a gentle breeze rustling through the trees, creating a soft, whispering sound.

Without the familiar system announcement, Fei Yi decided to do it herself.

Coldly gazing at the corpse at her feet, she whispered, "Congratulations to Level 0 player Fei Yi Luo for successfully defeating the Level 30 Wraith Singer and inheriting all his equipment, weapons, potion formulas, and—followers."