I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The trial had only been going on for a few hours when people were already dying.

He held his breath, pricked up his ears, and carefully listened to every sound around him.

The rustling of leaves in the wind, the flapping of wings of birds startled into flight in the distance, and... the approaching footsteps.

Lynn instinctively pressed his body against the tree trunk, suppressing his breathing to a minimum.

The invisibility cloak was still wrapped around his body, so as long as he didn't make a sound, the other party shouldn't be able to see him.

The footsteps grew closer.

Then, a figure darted out from the bushes below.

She was the petite girl among the successors.

She ran unsteadily, her face filled with terror.

Lynn noticed a long wound on her right arm, with blood dripping from her fingers onto the ground, leaving a shocking trail of red marks behind her.

She was running for her life.

Lynn shifted his gaze from the girl to the direction she had come from.

Three seconds later, a second figure appeared.

It was that middle-aged hunter wearing animal skins.

He held a short axe in his right hand, the blade still stained with fresh blood; clearly, the girl's arm injury was inflicted by him.

The hunter didn't rush to catch up; he simply followed at a leisurely pace, as if enjoying the process.

When the girl reached the tree where Lynn was, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

She lay trembling in the pile of fallen leaves, desperately trying to get up, but fear and blood loss rendered her limbs completely powerless.

The hunter stopped a dozen meters away, tilting his head to look at her.

"Have you run enough?"

The girl didn't answer; she just stared at him with eyes filled with extreme terror.

"Don't be afraid." The hunter raised his short axe and twirled it in his hand. "It'll be quick, and it won't hurt."

He strode forward.

Lynn watched this scene from his treetop.

His fingers tightened slightly, his nails digging into the rough bark.

To save or not to save?

Saving her means exposing yourself.

This means that at the very beginning of the trial, you will face off against an opponent of unknown strength.

Not helping means watching a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl be killed right in front of you.

Lynn's mind raced.

Calm down.

This is a trial. Everyone here is his enemy. He saved her today, but she might turn around and kill him the next second.

Moreover, the scream just now came from the southeast, but the girl was running from the due east.

In other words, the person who just died was not killed by this hunter.

Multiple battles are taking place simultaneously in this rainforest.

He cannot expose himself at this time.

Absolutely not.

Lynn gritted his teeth and looked away from below.

The hunter had already reached the girl.

He looked down at his prey lying on the ground and raised his short axe.

"I'm sorry, young lady."

The axe fell.

Lynn closed her eyes.

A muffled thud.

Then came complete silence.

Lynn did not open her eyes.

He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, and an indescribable emotion was stuck in his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Lynn knew she had made the right choice.

But the word "correct" has never disgusted him as much as it does now.

Under the tree, the hunter put away his short axe, crouched down, and seemed to be searching the girl's body.

A moment later, he stood up and glanced in the direction of the big tree where Lynn was.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

But the hunter only glanced at it casually before turning and leaving, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

He did not find Lynn.

The invisibility cloak worked.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the tree.

The girl's body lay motionless in the pile of fallen leaves, the surrounding soil soaked with blood and turned dark red.

Her eyes were still open, staring blankly at the treetops above.

Lynn stared at those eyes for a long time.

Then he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed all his emotions.

We must not act rashly.

Now is not the time for sentimentality.

He needs to survive.

For Anna's sake, and for his own, he had to live.

Lynn closed his eyes again and sank his consciousness into meditation.

But this time, he couldn't enter that tranquil void no matter what he tried.

Those empty eyes lingered in his mind.

……

Night fell.

Night falls quickly and completely in the rainforest.

As the last ray of light disappeared through the gaps in the tree canopy, the entire forest was plunged into darkness.

Only a few fireflies drifted low, emitting a faint blue-green glow.

Lynn remained in the tree, motionless.

He has heard the sounds of fighting twice since this afternoon.

One event occurred in the west, lasting approximately three minutes, accompanied by violent elemental fluctuations and explosions.

Another time, in the north, it ended almost instantly.

In other words, at least three battles have taken place so far.

He didn't know how many people had died.

But what is certain is that his successors did not choose to hide like he did; they actively sought out rivals and engaged in direct combat.

This made Lynn even more determined in his strategy.

At least in the early stages, let those eager for battle wear each other down first. Later, when fewer and fewer people remain, he can then strike and reap the rewards.

This is the safest approach.

Although... it's a bit dishonorable.

Lynn gave a wry smile.

Whether it's honorable or not, staying alive is the only thing that matters.

As night deepened, the temperature in the rainforest began to drop. After the daytime heat subsided, the humid air became icy cold.

Lynn wrapped the invisibility cloak tighter around himself, trying to curl up in the recess of the tree branch to minimize heat loss.

He dared not light a fire; in this darkness, even the slightest fluctuation of elemental energy could give him away.

Let's just endure it like this.

Lynn closed his eyes again, trying to enter a meditative state.

This time, he succeeded.

In the instant consciousness sank into nothingness, the chaotic thoughts of the day finally quieted down.

He could feel the magic within his body slowly flowing and recovering, and the affinity between the wind and fire elements was being honed little by little during meditation.

Time slipped away silently in the darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Lynn's consciousness suddenly snapped out of his meditation.

Something is approaching.

under the tree.

In the darkness, a pair of pale golden eyes stared straight at where he was.

Those eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, like two clusters of eerie will-o'-the-wisps.

Then, a voice came from the darkness.

It was very light, very calm, with a hint of something indescribable.

"Got you."

Chapter 84 The Right Thing to Screw It

Was discovered.

Lynn didn't even have time to think about how the other party saw through the invisibility cloak; the instinct for survival had overwhelmed everything.

Communicate with the Siren.

This was the only thought that flashed through his mind: as long as he could summon the phantom of the Sirens, even if it was just by releasing a [Tidal Silk Binding], he could buy himself a chance to survive.

However, just as his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​his mind, attempting to establish a connection with that azure expanse, the pair of pale golden eyes beneath the tree suddenly lit up.

Two streaks of light, like will-o'-the-wisps, shot straight toward Lynn.

He didn't even have time to react.

The two beams of light pierced through his forehead and entered his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the world before Lynn's eyes began to distort and spin.

Rainforest, trees, darkness... everything began to crumble, eventually collapsing into nothingness.

Lynn's consciousness seemed to be ripped from his body, plunging into a torrent of memories that did not belong to him.

……

"Kill! Kill them all!"

"You can't even bring yourself to harm a rabbit, yet you want to inherit the glory of the Iris family?"

Sharp rebukes echoed through the magnificent training ground.

A little girl who looked to be only about ten years old was trembling as she gripped a knight's sword that was disproportionately large for her height, the tip of which was pointing at a white rabbit that was locked in a cage.