I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

but......

The "Singing Together Across the Seas" technique is not a magical attack.

It is a psychological shock.

Attacks that directly affect the soul are completely different from elemental magic.

That crystal body can absorb fireballs and void devouring, but can it absorb mental attacks?

Lynn was unsure.

But he was willing to take the gamble.

Because he had no other choice.

“Lynn…” Eileen’s voice came from the right, “What, what’s going on…”

"Don't panic." Lynn's voice was steady. "Once the barrier is lifted, you don't need to do anything. Just stand still."

"But……"

"Believe me."

Eileen bit her lip and finally nodded.

Across from her, the nun slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were gray, as if veiled by a mist, making it impossible to discern their focus.

But her lips moved slightly, as if she were silently reciting something.

The bandaged monster remained motionless.

The tension in the air was steadily rising.

Then... the barrier disappeared.

Without any warning, the pale golden light curtain vanished silently, as if it had never existed.

Lynn did not hesitate.

The moment the barrier disappeared, those four words were already uttered from his lips.

"Singing together across the seas."

My sanity points dropped from 75 to 25 in an instant.

Fifty points were consumed in exchange for destruction.

Above the sky, that breathtakingly beautiful, enormous phantom reappeared.

The siren's upper body emerged from the void, its long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and its azure eyes surveying all living beings in the arena.

Then, she opened her mouth.

The song began.

The nun's body stiffened abruptly, her gray eyes widened suddenly, and the next second, her body seemed to have lost all support, collapsing limply to the ground, lifeless.

The bandaged monster's body also couldn't withstand the mental attack and collapsed.

that's it.

It has no crystal form, no energy absorption, and offers no resistance.

In the face of psychological attacks, even the strongest body is meaningless.

Because what was destroyed was the soul.

Lynn stood there, his chest heaving violently.

ended.

He turned his head and looked at Eileen.

The girl remained standing there, covering her mouth with her hands.

"It's alright now." Lynn smiled at her. "Everything's taken care of..."

Before he could finish speaking, his smile froze on his face.

Because the trial is not over.

The arena remains closed.

On the field, only Lynn and Eileen remained.

Lynn's smile gradually disappeared.

He looked at the empty arena, at the two lifeless corpses on the ground, and then at Eileen.

The girl was looking at him too.

In her eyes, there was fear, confusion, and a hint of... understanding.

She understood.

"There is only one rule: be the last one standing."

Grimmund's voice echoed in Lynn's mind.

"Hold."

Lynn muttered a curse under his breath.

He should have realized it sooner. From the very beginning, Grimmund had made it very clear that out of ten people who came in, only one would come out alive.

He saved Eileen and they've been together ever since.

and then?

And then he's going to kill her with his own hands?

Lynn's fists clenched involuntarily.

"Lynn."

Eileen's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

"Don't come any closer," Lynn said instinctively.

Eileen stopped in her tracks.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Eileen’s voice was surprisingly calm, a stark contrast to the trembling girl she had been earlier. “You’re thinking about how we can both get out of here alive.”

Lynn did not speak.

Because she was right.

“But you also know that’s impossible.” Eileen lowered her head, looking at her hands. “Rules are rules, and they won’t change because of our wishes.”

"How do you know you won't?" Lynn retorted instinctively.

“Because if it were possible, so many people wouldn’t have died before.” Eileen raised her head, her clear eyes looking directly at Lynn. “Lynn, you saved my life. If it weren’t for you, I would have died under that hunter’s axe long ago.”

"so what?"

“So,” Eileen took a deep breath, “kill me.”

Lynn looked at her without saying a word.

“You are stronger than me, more useful than me.” Eileen’s voice began to tremble, but she gritted her teeth and refused to cry. “You have a reason to go back, while I… I have nothing.”

“I was a good-for-nothing since I was a child. I was afraid to fight, and I could only cry when I was bullied. When I was chosen as the successor, everyone laughed at me and said that I would be the first one to die.”

“They’re right.” She smiled. “If it weren’t for you, I would have been the first one to die.”

"Shut up."

Lynn rebuked in a low voice.

Eileen was stunned.

“I said shut up,” Lynn repeated, raising his head to look Eileen straight in the eye. “Who told you you have nothing?”

"But......"

“You saved that hunter,” Lynn interrupted her. “Knowing he was your rival, knowing that letting him go might kill you, you still saved him.”

"That's not something a piece of trash could do."

"That's because I'm stupid."

“That’s because you’re kind.” Lynn’s voice rose a little. “In this shitty trial, everyone is thinking about how to kill, but you’re thinking about how to save people. You think that’s a weakness?”

Tears finally welled up in Eileen's eyes and streamed down her face.

"But...but the rules..."

"Screw the rules."

Lynn was stunned for a moment when he said those words.

Then he laughed.

Yeah, screw the rules.

Lynn closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Fool.

Pure, kind, and free.

Grimmund said that those chosen by the will of the kingdom all possess a special talent.

So, what are the criteria for selection?

Is it about ability? No.

He was selected at level one, and he was the weakest of everyone.

Is it talent?

Perhaps, but what's more important is one's true nature.

Lynn opened his eyes.

"Eileen".

"Hmm...?" The girl wiped away her tears and looked up.

Do you believe me?

Eileen looked at him, at the man who had given her hope in her despair.

“I believe you,” she said without hesitation.

"Then stand still and don't move."

Chapter Ninety-Two: Xi'an

Lynn stood still and took a deep breath.

He saved Eileen and brought her all the way here, only to push her off the cliff at the end?

Lynn couldn't do it.

His gaze swept over the towering stone stands, the empty seats seeming to be watched by countless unseen eyes, waiting for him to make his final decision.

This bullshit trial must be orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.

Whether it's Grimmund or anyone else, there's always someone who can hear him.

Since the Fool's legacy is not unique, and since there can be ten successors, why must we exterminate them all?

Can't we settle for second best?

Lynn has made her decision.

He would rather give up this chance to rise to the top than trade Eileen's life for so-called power.

Lynn looked up at the deep void above the arena. He didn't know if Grimmund or anyone else was watching, but he still spoke.

"I give up the fight."

His voice echoed in the empty arena.