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Chapter 276:
The existence of Spirits is mostly due to strong and unyielding will, with a few possessing wisdom arising naturally, having no real connection to the original soul.
Freya had previously been dragged into an illusion, thinking it was a randomly generated intelligent Spirit or some other entity.
But unexpectedly, it turned out to be a special Spirit that inherited the memories and intentions of the original soul.
If such an existence could be captured and sold to a Necromancer, it would surely yield a substantial profit. After all, Spirits have always been a focus for Necromancers, and this kind of accidentally generated intelligent being definitely holds significant research value.
Freya fixed her gaze on the translucent and eerie figure, contemplating.
"Since you come from the Black Sea, how do you want me to help you, or what reward will you offer me in this form?"
Upon hearing Freya's words, the figure's dark eyes slightly curved, and a strange chuckling sound reached her ears.
"Hehe, although I am in this state, you must know the uniqueness of Spirits. I have already explored this ruin; I know every mechanism and every benefit within. If you agree to help me retrieve this book from the ruins, I will reveal all these secrets to you."
"Oh?"
Freya looked down at the Black Thick-Shelled Book at her feet. The book appeared ordinary, but upon closer inspection, she noticed a dull dark brown stain in the corner, resembling long-dried blood.
However, the malice from the other party had been exceptionally clear before.
If it weren't for her unique situation, she might have been left here indefinitely.
Perhaps sensing Freya's hesitation, the figure gently bent forward, its eerie tone suddenly sounding unusually sincere.
"I apologize again for what just happened. To show my sincerity, please walk over to the right side of the Laboratory Table. There is a raised button there; press it, and inside you will find a special extraction method, a precious technique for extracting Biological Bloodline from the Ancient Wizard. I see you have just emerged from the Liquefaction's mental stabilization period, so this should be very helpful for your current level."
"Mm?" Freya looked at the figure with confusion, her gaze shifting to his position as she frowned.
Indeed, there was a subtle protrusion there that would be easy to miss if one wasn't paying attention.
After thinking for a moment, she quietly touched the ring on her thumb and then said coldly, "I hope this is genuine. If anything goes wrong, I doubt you will know the consequences."
"Of course, please proceed," the figure shrugged nonchalantly.
Casting a glance at his human-like gesture, Freya walked gently to the Laboratory Table and quickly found the protrusion, pressing it firmly.
'Pfft'
It sounded like air escaping as the center of the Laboratory Table slowly sank down, revealing a square recess inside.
Inside lay a book without a title; its brown cover resembled that of a notebook.
After checking and finding nothing unusual, Freya finally reached out to take the notebook and opened it.
The pages were written in an unknown language she did not understand, with some illustrations marked within.
It seemed to indeed be some sort of special extraction method.
Gently touching the somewhat brittle pages, Freya frowned.
Suddenly, she felt a chilling and unusual presence coming from behind her, and at the same time, a hoarse voice echoed in her mind.
"If you can't understand, I know a place that has books teaching the Ancient Wizard Language."
Without a second thought, she swung the blue dagger behind her with a loud whoosh.
"Hiss!!!"
Three Azure Thin Lines slowly dissipated in the air.
In the distance, a black stone pedestal split into three smooth segments.
"Hey, not bad for Wind Magic, and it's a rare composite attack. Did you modify it yourself?"
The figure gradually appeared on the pedestal, gently clapping and praising her.
Without responding to his words, Freya turned around, her gaze icy.
"I agreed to help you, but we need a contract. I will draft the contract; do you agree?"
"No problem," the figure replied directly.
"Mm."
Freya nodded lightly, then murmured what sounded like a roar while simultaneously writing in the air with her fingers.
A faint yet intense chaotic heat filled the entire laboratory in an instant.
"Ha ha, the Abyss Contract? I remember entering that special world once; I truly miss the atmosphere there, it was so refreshing."
The figure seemed to have been trapped here for a long time, and after reaching a consensus with Freya, began to speak incessantly.
Ignoring his words, Freya finally drew her name heavily in the air, a burst of crimson flames accompanied by a thick, bloody chaotic aura spreading out.
Looking at the flames, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Freya's eyes as she suddenly reached into them.
'Sizzle'
The sound of flesh being scorched immediately rang out, and she quickly withdrew her hand, pulling out a red parchment.
She obtained the Abyss Contract through Hegel's method, which required a greater cost of flesh and blood compared to the usual communication with the Abyss by other wizards.
"Actually, you don't need to suffer like this. As far as I know, there are three ways to obtain the Abyss Contract, all of which are harmless methods. Sigh."
"Shut up! The first rule of the contract is that if you want my help, you have to listen to me!"
While Freya took out some green ointment from behind her to apply to her wounds, she tossed the contract in the direction of the figure.
"Alright, I understand." The figure shrugged and took the contract, writing his name on it decisively.
At the moment he signed his name, the contract burst into flames and dissipated into the air.
Feeling the breath of the Abyss coming from his soul, Freya finally relaxed her guard.
The Abyss Contract given to Freya in Hegel's notes had much heavier penalties than ordinary contracts. If either party violated any terms of the contract, their entire soul would be directly devoured by the Abyss World, becoming a servant of the Abyss and living eternally within the Abyss World.
Freya bent down to pick up the thick book, not looking back.
"Alright, since the contract has been established, let's go."
As her gaze followed Freya out of the laboratory, a flicker of white passed through the dark eyes of that figure, who then spoke.
"Of course."
Upon exiting the laboratory, the temperature in the surrounding Passageway suddenly rose significantly.
Freya glanced at the thick book in her hands and casually tied it around her waist with a piece of rope before heading towards the direction of the database that Legno remembered.
The strange Spirit figure vanished completely after she left the laboratory, leaving no trace behind.
But Freya understood that he was definitely nearby.
After all, the book at Freya's waist was likely his place of residence; if she moved too far away, it would automatically return here.
After turning two corners, the hoarse voice that had disappeared for a moment reappeared in Freya's mind.
"Wow? You actually know the exact location of the library. It seems you did quite a bit of homework before coming to this ancient ruin. Perhaps I am indeed unnecessary."
Listening to his words directly transmitted into her mind, Freya instinctively looked down at the book at her waist and realized.
"I didn't expect that the research from the Necromancy Department regarding Spirit was still correct. It seems that such beings indeed require something to anchor them for long-term existence."
"Heh heh, this is something I only learned after becoming a Spirit. It's a kind of limitation, I suppose. However, that's only true for ordinary Spirits. If it weren't for this ruin..."
Halfway through the conversation, the voice suddenly fell silent.
Freya abruptly stopped in her tracks, extinguishing the flame above her head with a swift motion, and looked up towards the distant darkness of the Passageway.
In the previously eerily quiet Passageway, a sudden sound of scattered footsteps emerged, as if many people were running together.
Furrowing her brow, Freya reined in her presence and quietly walked towards the corner nearby.
Soon, the footsteps grew louder, accompanied by a rumbling explosion.
"Damn it! It's the Headless Soldier from the data! Hart! Are you ready? Fire Element magic won't work on them! Move faster!"
"Got it! Marina, help me out!"
"Okay!"
The urgent voices belonged to two men and one woman, seemingly preparing some powerful magic. Hiding around the corner, Freya felt a surge of icy energy coming from the Passageway.
Crash!!!
A white cold wave spread over in an instant amidst the sound of shattering.
However, before this cold wave could last long, an unusually chaotic Force Field immediately pressed down.
"The magic failed! Run!"
Feeling the rapidly approaching presence, Freya held her breath lightly and fixed her gaze on the corner where the sound was coming from.
Before long, two figures dressed in black robes swept by at an astonishing speed, accompanied by a light blue horned figure that emanated a faintly cold aura.
Surprisingly, the two wizards running frantically did not notice the anomaly beside them; one even attempted to grab the figure with his hand.
This left Freya with a particularly strange feeling.
"Don't look anymore; they have fallen into a trap, and it seems that one of them has been taken down by the other two working together. I can smell the lingering scent of their souls."
The figure's hint caused Freya's expression to change slightly.
In her perception, both of those individuals were at Crystallization Level, especially the wizard who seemed to specialize in Ice; the Force Field surrounding him was almost visible to the naked eye, indicating that he was close to breaking through to Second Level.
The fact that these two wizards, who were stronger than her, could fall into a trap made Freya hesitate.
She gently patted the book at her waist and asked in confusion, "Are you sure you can guarantee my safety in this ruin?"
The figure did not immediately answer Freya's question; its voice seemed to carry endless anguish.
"I have been trapped in this ruin for two hundred years. I only accidentally awakened fifty years ago. Can you imagine the feelings of someone locked away in a prison? Or do you think I would deceive you?"
After a moment of silence, Freya pondered for a while before continuing toward the Passageway she had just seen.
Although this Spirit was strange, based on its various behaviors, Freya had already come to believe most of what it said.
Bound by the Abyss Contract, he could not harm Freya; after all, killing her would bring no benefit to this Spirit.
The once scorching Passageway now seemed to have experienced a severe snowstorm.
The floor beneath him was covered with a thick layer of ice, and as Freya stepped on it, it made a crunching sound.
Fifteen minutes later, guided by the figure, she quickly arrived at the entrance of a hidden stone chamber.
However, upon seeing the chaotic footprints in front of the door, Freya was taken aback.
"Those two people have been here before!"
This place was one of the most important and concealed areas in the entire ruins.
Furrowing her brows, she pulled open the stone door.
In the dark space, the disordered footprints extended deep inside.
Freya flicked her hand, and with a whoosh, a wisp of yellow flame instantly floated inside.
However, the scene within left her momentarily stunned.
Inside the stone chamber was actually a vast and lush forest, with towering trees, abundant underbrush, and distant roars of beasts echoing through the air.
"What is this?"
Just as she unconsciously wanted to step into the dark forest, she suddenly felt a tug on her back; a cold and pale hand reached out from mid-air and grabbed her collar.
"Don't go in there; everything inside is fake. If you enter, you won't be able to come out. Come back and open the door two more times."
The chilling arm suddenly jolted Freya's mind awake, but her expression turned cold, and she quickly retracted her foot that was about to step forward.
Just now, it felt as if she had been controlled by someone, her body involuntarily wanting to enter this forest.
If it weren't for that arm pulling her back, something terrible might have happened.
After pulling her once more, the arm disappeared, and Freya looked at the stone door with lingering fear, following the advice to close it and then open it two more times.
On the last attempt, with a loud 'bang', the stone door surprisingly opened on its own.
Inside was a row of stone bookshelves, neatly lined with a large number of books.
"It seems this is the real library," she sighed. "I hope I can find what I need here."
Approaching the stone chamber, Freya scanned the many bookshelves and casually pulled out a book from the side.
'Crack.'
As soon as her fingers grasped the book, it instantly turned into gray powder and fell to the ground.
"Hmm?"
Watching the powder drift from her fingertips, Freya was momentarily stunned before quickly gathering the ashes from the ground.
"It's been too long. Even with perfect preservation methods, if no one takes care of them, ordinary books won't last long," a voice lamented.
"What are the ways to save it?" Freya asked, lowering her head.
"There aren't any. You can take a look inside; any of the books around here might shatter with just a touch."
"Okay." Freya nodded lightly, glancing regretfully at the numerous precious books around her before walking further in.
The library area was quite large. After walking for ten minutes, she stopped at the gesture of a shadowy figure.
The translucent, eerie figure slowly reappeared. It pointed to a book beside it and said, "This is 'Language Teaching' by the Ancient Wizard. I only recognized these characters because I occasionally came across some materials from the Ancient Wizard. It seems to be intact; you can take it."
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