I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 383 - 301: Tricky Silk (Please Subscribe, Monthly Pass, and Recommend)

Chapter 383 -301: Tricky Silk (Please Subscribe, Monthly Pass, and Recommend)

Before Yan Junze’s memory, he lay on the back of Long-tongued Zhenzhen, hearing a voice that seemed familiar yet strange speaking in the Underground Space, and then the pulling suction that held them disappeared, allowing them to escape.

And a person’s own voice often sounds unfamiliar to themselves, just like the feeling when listening to one’s own recording.

At that time, Yan Junze escaped in a hurry and did not think carefully about who the speaker was. If he knew that person was his future self, he might have even felt a thrill of excitement.

After the chaotic aura in the Underground Space stopped, Yan Junze looked at the “Tricky Silk” task information again.

At this moment, the silhouette slowly approached; this strangeness had a tall and slender stature, like a composite fake person.

When it approached, Yan Junze looked up and saw that this creature was a good two heads taller than him, hairless with a prominently high nose bridge—strikingly like a foreigner.

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But upon closer inspection, aside from the nose that felt very three-dimensional, all other features were quite ordinary.

This strangeness looked at him with a very bland expression, no hint of emotion on its face, but to Yan Junze, it felt like it was smiling.

This feeling was peculiar; even though Yan Junze clearly saw its flat expression, he could not suppress the thought that the other was smiling.

As it approached Yan Junze, not only did the chaotic aura no longer flow, but the entire Underground Space seemed to have changed the setting.

There were no rock walls around, no corpses lying in disarray, no Dark Poison—as if standing amidst dark chaos.

Yan Junze looked around and confirmed this was not the Spectacular Courtyard No. 2 of the Mountain Park in the Great Capital. The environment seemed to be under the control of the strangeness in front of him.

Without speaking, the strangeness sat down and pointed behind Yan Junze.

Yan Junze turned his head in surprise and found that a black stone stool had appeared behind him.

He then looked underneath the strangeness and saw that it, too, was seated on a black stone stool.

Yan Junze tried to sit down slowly; the stool felt very real, as if it had always been there, not a figment of imagination.

After both were seated face to face, one meter apart,

the strangeness pointed in front of Yan Junze, toward the ground. Junze looked down and saw that a line of text had emerged from the darkness at some point.

The text protruded clearly from the black ground.

The line read, “What game do you want to play?”

Yan Junze understood that this creature was really addicted to playing games, it went straight to the point without caring about his intent—as if everything other than the game was insignificant.

While looking at the text on the ground, Yan Junze observed the creature’s skin. It was unclothed, the skin dark and seemingly textured, somewhat reminiscent of Mystique from “X-Men,” only these patterns were completely disordered.

This scene made Yan Junze pause slightly; he didn’t believe an ordinary strangeness would present itself in this form.

Usually, a strangeness’s appearance is greatly related to the way it died, remaining mostly the same, but surely this one had not been a monster in life.

“Let’s play your favorite game,” Yan Junze said. “By the way, what should I call you?”

As soon as he had spoken, two characters emerged from the ground: Rock.

“Rock,” Yan Junze muttered to himself, then looked up once more at the man, wondering if this creature was from Huaying’s Great Capital or some other place.

After all, the name, like his facial features, gave no clue as to where he was from.

At this moment, a slew of text emerged from the ground, and Yan Junze looked down.

“My favorite game is scaring people, collecting their fears, feeling the joy each person’s fear brings. So let’s scare some people,” it read.

“Alright,” Yan Junze nodded, but then shrugged, “But I am not you. I can’t manipulate Tricky Silk, and I can’t control people with Tricky Silk to scare them for the game’s purpose.”

Rock bowed slightly, as if contemplating.

Soon, with a wave of his hand, the scenery changed all around, and Yan Junze looked up to find himself back in the Underground Space again.

At this time, the corpses that had just been infected with Dark Poison but had not yet disintegrated were still there. After they appeared, all the Dark Poison faded away, preserving these corpses.

Yan Junze stood still, unclear about what Rock was up to, when he saw Rock walk towards one of the male corpses and enter it; immediately, the man’s body stirred to life.

His eyes opened, revealing grayish-white pupils as he walked toward Yan Junze, and the man uttered, “Although you cannot manipulate humans with Tricky Silk, you can control any of these corpses here. Otherwise, you won’t be able to balance my abilities effectively in this game. It would then lose its fun.”

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“I can control them? How?” Yan Junze’s eyes brightened.

“You control the corpses directly with Tricky Silk,” Rock explained through the possessed man. “My ability allows me to control any ordinary person I want to with Tricky Silk—chase the source of their fear, relish in the thrill when they are hair-raising scared. But you can’t, so I grant you this power, through which you can control any corpse here, using them to make humans experience real fear.”

“You’re saying…” Yan Junze pondered. “You scare people by controlling the humans themselves, while I will control these corpses to scare people, and in the end, we will see whose scare is most successful?”

Rock nodded.

Yan Junze said, “In that case, it seems like you’re at a disadvantage. Because you scare people with people, while I scare them with corpses, benefiting from a tool advantage.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately shook his head, “No, under normal circumstances, what scares people the most are the people and things around them. The truest fear often comes exactly from such abnormal and strange occurrences within the most familiar aspects of life.”

This time, Rock made no indication, as if there was no need to defend himself, simply staring at him.

Yan Junze also looked up at Rock: “Just like with the Yan family’s incident, is it scarier for a mother to squat by her daughter’s bed with her mouth wide open staring at her every night, or for a stranger whose status between life and death is unknown to appear in the room?”

In Yan Junze’s view, the former was even more chilling because that would be a person well known in daily life. If there was an abnormality with such a person, the fear felt by others who knew her would be amplified countless times.

“This is the only way I can think of to balance the scales between you and me,” Rock spoke.

Yan Junze thought for a moment, then nodded.

After all, this game-playing idea was proposed by him in order to save himself. He had to go through with it; otherwise, who knows what this strangeness would do to him.

In his view, Rock’s strength did not seem to be limited to “Terrified (Medium)” missions; maybe just playing the game was enough for him to reach such a terrifying level.

According to Yan Junze’s Buddhist Exorcism Method, dealing with strangenesses shouldn’t provoke their sensitive spots. Resolving issues along their lines of thought was the correct way, especially with a creature possessing such terrifying and unknown power.

“To ensure the game proceeds well, I will follow the rules and suggestions you’ve put forward,” Yan Junze said, “But I also have two suggestions.”

Rock made no response, simply watching him and waiting for him to speak.

Yan Junze continued, “First, the targets we choose to scare cannot be what I consider good people, and the definition of a good person is for me to determine. Second, we can only scare; during this process, some unconventional methods may be adopted, but ultimately, it must not endanger lives.”

“My ultimate purpose in controlling with Tricky Silk is to turn them into corpses I can store, just like these,” Rock shrugged and glanced around.

“I hope our competition will be an exception,” Yan Junze said with a smile, very sincere.

Rock fell silent for a moment, then nodded, “No problem.”

“Since it’s a competition, there should be a way to determine the result,” Yan Junze spoke in a consultative tone.

Since the other party had agreed to his suggestions, he couldn’t be too demanding. At least on the surface, he had to show respect for this individual.

Rock walked over to where the Tricky Silk Clumps had initially formed around the entrance to the underground space. He returned after a little while, holding two half-transparent stones in his hand.

The stones were pentagonal, with several strands of Tricky Silk, visible as white threads, wrapped around the perimeter.

Rock handed one of the stones to Yan Junze: “Stone of Fear, you and I each control one, the difference being that I control humans and you control the corpses here. The Tricky Silk on the other end of the Stone of Fear can collect fear while controlling either corpses or humans. If the stone turns completely black, the Tricky Silk will become ineffective, meaning that side has won.”

Yan Junze hesitated a moment, but still took the half-transparent stone. It felt like an ordinary stone in his hand, and the white threads of the Tricky Silk seemed normal as well, not blackened, nothing that made him feel wary.

However, after taking the Stone of Fear, Yan Junze’s mind grew increasingly uneasy. Rock’s behavior seemed to exceed his definition of a strangeness.

Aren’t strangenesses supposed to have Obsessions?

He just needed to find a way to remove that Obsession. So why did this individual have so many tricks? With Tricky Silk, the Stone of Fear, and gathering fear?

Moreover, Rock’s form was abnormal, his skin patterned, tall and thin, with limbs too delicate, requiring attachment to a corpse to communicate normally.

All these signs demonstrated his unusual nature, not at all like any strangeness Yan Junze had encountered before.

“Ethereal spirit? Could this guy be an Ethereal spirit?”

A thought flashed, and Yan Junze’s mind buzzed, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

If the other party were truly an Ethereal spirit, he must remain fully alert and treat this game with the utmost seriousness.

And just before, having already faced several “Terrified” missions in Mo Family Village, Yan Junze was still confident he could handle the current situation.

After all, based on his past encounters, as long as he had enough energy and was careful, he could generally complete missions of the “Terrified” level without the constant threat of death.

But if the opponent were an Ethereal spirit, that’d be different, because he had no experience in dealing with Ethereal spirits, and even though the mission was “Terrified,” there was no guarantee it wouldn’t escalate following certain events.

After all, such escalations weren’t a rarity.

Considering this, Yan Junze’s attitude instantly became very proactive, very positive, very sincere. Holding the Stone of Fear, he asked the suspected Ethereal spirit Rock, “May I know how I am supposed to use this thing?”

Even though he had to confront the opponent with all his might, Yan Junze was not without a plan. In this respect, he was very confident, even if the opponent was an Ethereal spirit.

Controlling corpses to scare people, it might seem less terrifying than using the abnormal and strange behavior of people close to the target, but with the right method of control, it could also be turned into a formidable tool for scaring.

For instance, after Rock had described the rules for the game of scaring, a plan had already formed in Yan Junze’s mind.

This plan was inspired by a movie he had seen in his previous life, where a highly creative method of scaring people was employed, which, coupled with the corpses he could control, would be a perfect match.