Chapter 4 Night in the Castle

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Chapter 4 Night of the Ancient Castle

“I’m the only one left.”

In a nearly lifeless condition, Wen Shi couldn’t sense the passage of time. He didn’t know how long had elapsed—one minute, perhaps ten. When the game’s music played once more, Wen Shi felt it was like a heavenly sound.

【Healing from the trauma, 1%, 2%……”】

【Congratulations to player 460872 for completing the Advanced Skill Task.】

Matching skills that suited the player……】

As the dilated pupils regained their brightness, Wen Shi’s lips moved with difficulty. Having almost died once, what he needed was an extraordinary skill.

【We detected that the player never trusts anyone. This game advocates truth, goodness, and beauty. We have found the best solution for you.】

“Is this mocking my lack of virtue?”

【Congratulations to the player for awakening the ‘I Am Who I Am’ skill.”

According to the legend of the multiverse, there might exist another ‘self’ with entirely different destinies, but they are all independent and real individuals.”

I Am Who I Am: Spend one hundred points to summon another ‘me’ from a parallel world once.】

Wen Shi, who almost succumbed to a life-threatening illness, suddenly sat up in astonishment.

Trading two lives for this skill, was it worth the woman and the monster’s deaths?

He had certainly heard about parallel worlds, but unless the parallel version of himself was a ghost, summoning an ordinary person would be useless, even if the other person was a financial tycoon or a top-tier celebrity—they would still be wiped out.

The game didn’t respond to Wen Shi’s outcry.

The attribute panel updated quickly, adding a new skill section:

【Player ID: 460872

Skill: I Am Who I Am

Points: 100 (Initial points gifted for advanced matches).】

After a few more minutes passed, and his injuries fully healed, Wen Shi regained his strength and slowly got up from the ground.

He moved his weakened limbs a bit and mumbled to himself, “Actually, this skill isn’t entirely useless.”

In the moonlight, a slightly slender young man turned around to find an empty room to stay temporarily.

His injuries had already healed, but his hands and feet still felt a bit numb.

The monsters inside the wall left a psychological impact on him, so Wen Shi instinctively chose to walk in the center of the corridor.

The second floor had many vacant rooms, with some doors slightly ajar. Wen Shi pushed open the nearest one, revealing crimson walls similar to the dining hall. In contrast to the chaotic lines in the dining hall, the artistic oil paintings here were more in line with popular aesthetics.

Near the foot of the bed, less than a meter away, there was a dressing table with only a three-candle holder and a comb on its surface.

Wen Shi sequentially stepped out and opened the adjacent rooms, finding identical layouts. Some of these slightly ajar rooms were more or less in disarray. Upon closer inspection, he could see several red splatters on the walls, seemingly bloodstains.

The game had previously hinted that this match was the endgame, likely with eliminated players making up the majority.

Wen Shi carefully examined the room and noticed something strange: there was a dressing table but no accompanying mirror.

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