“So heavy, can you cut off your waist first?”

On the tenth level of the Silent Spiral, Harvey lay at the edge of a crevice, using his only right hand to grasp the orc. Logically, without other limbs to hold onto the ground, he should have been dragged down by the orc. However, a dried corpse was clutching Harvey from behind. Although the corpse didn’t have much strength, its overall mass was at least greater than that of the orc.

The orc smiled wryly, “Even if I wanted to, I don’t have hands to cut my waist. Besides, Mentor, you can’t pull me up, it’s probably not because of my weight.”

Chikara’s condition was only slightly better than Harvey’s. His left hand had regenerated to the elbow, but his legs were still missing.

The moment Chikara was swept into the crevice, Harvey immediately unfurled his virtual wings and flew over, grabbing Chikara’s wrist at the critical moment. However, the virtual wings not only failed to lift them but almost caused Harvey to be dragged down by Chikara. Fortunately, Harvey could still control Alice, and the three of them clung together to barely halt their fall.

Yet, after three minutes, not only had Harvey failed to pull Chikara up, but they had even slipped down slightly. Although Harvey’s body was brand new, it was missing some limb attachments, and his muscles, blood vessels, and skin were too tender-in simple terms, not durable.

After three minutes of exertion, Harvey’s right hand had begun to feel weak, and he couldn’t even lift his elbow. The necromancer pondered for a moment, and suddenly his arm turned gray-black and withered, resembling a ghoul’s arm.

“It’s not a matter of strength,” Chikara shook his head. “If strength were useful, you would have pulled me up by now.”

Harvey didn’t respond, but the gray-black on his arm spread to Chikara’s hand. The orc was taken aback, then realized the necromancer’s intention, “You want to turn me into a corpse to see if it can remove my special condition, and then find a way to turn me back to normal?”

However, as the corpse energy spread over half of Chikara’s body, the orc gasped, shivering, “Mentor, stop, I can’t take it… it’s terrifying, it’s unbearable, I don’t want…”

“Mentor, have you always endured this kind of torment?” Chikara’s teeth chattered, but it didn’t stop his chatterbox nature, “The parts infected by corpse energy feel like they’re stuffed into a box the size of a fingertip, unable to move, turn, or touch, so oppressive that I want to cut them off.”

“When you use Frostfire, Mentor, your whole body is soaked in corpse energy, isn’t it…”

“That’s the closest feeling to death,” Harvey said. “Being trapped in a box, unable to think, unable to move, unable to do anything, trapped forever.”

Chikara couldn’t help but ask, “In that case, Mentor, shouldn’t you be very afraid of death?”

“That’s just close to death, not true death,” Harvey said. “According to Haagen-Dazs’s records, death is without pleasure, without pain, without action, and without stillness. Death is nothingness, the ultimate of everything. Death is not a feeling but a state, like growing up or falling asleep, so it’s not worth fearing, nor worth longing for.”

“When you first encounter corpse energy, you might fear and loathe it, but after prolonged exposure, you start to seek a ‘deeper’ death. For example, after consuming smoke sugar and then experiencing corpse energy, it feels like I’m truly dead.”

Chikara smiled wryly, “Mentor, your tastes are quite… sophisticated.”

The orc turned his head, looking at the rain of people falling from the crevice, then turned back to Harvey, murmuring, “Mentor, why haven’t you… fallen?”

“I thought it was because of your strength, but I just saw the Forest Guardian Qinyi fall too. Even legendary sorcerers can’t resist this catastrophe, so it shouldn’t be a matter of strength, especially since you’re still recovering from serious injuries.”

“If it’s because of race, that’s not right either. Most of the people falling are humans, and I’m an orc. Age? Gender? Spellcasting Sect? None seem to be decisive factors.”

Harvey said, “There’s only one difference between you and me.”

“Yes,” Chikara said, “I’m a Senlo person, and you’re not.”

“I’ll describe it briefly. I feel like I’m in a torrent, subjected to a downward force. All my struggles are counteracted by the torrent, so virtual wings are useless, spirits are useless, Miracles are useless,” the orc said. “If this is a catastrophe that only affects Senlo people, then all Senlo people are being swept into the Silent Spiral, whether sorcerers or non-sorcerers, all doomed.”

“By then, only you outsiders will survive, and all Senlo people will die.”

Harvey quietly watched Chikara, amidst the drizzling rain of people, the mentor and apprentice enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility.

After a long while, Chikara finally spoke slowly:

“Damn!”

The orc trembled all over, gripping the necromancer’s arm tightly, nearly grinding his teeth to dust, shouting in a trembling voice, “Why do we all have to die! And just because you’re not Senlo people, you get to survive?! Why! Why! Why!”

“I’m a sanctuary sorcerer! A sanctuary sorcerer above all beings! How can I die so insignificantly, so unremarkably, so… aggrieved!”

Chikara cried, tears and snot streaming down, wailing like a child. This multifaceted, adaptable, and easygoing orc finally revealed his truest self at this moment, with no technique, just pure emotional outpouring.

This is the allure of death; in the face of the most impartial demise, all beings can reveal their true hearts.

“Sorry, Mentor.” Chikara sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to force out his tears. “I must look terrible to you.”

“Not terrible,” Harvey said. “I used to not be able to tell the difference between you orcs, but just now, I remembered you. No matter who it is, in the moment they charge towards death, they reveal their truest beauty.”

The orc sniffed and smiled bitterly. “I really don’t know if you’re mocking me… I wish I could face death as calmly and even joyfully as you do, Mentor, but I just can’t. In fact, most people in this world can’t, which is why there’s a profession like end-of-life care.”

“You won’t die,” Harvey said. “Whether it’s an hour, a day, or a year, I’ll keep holding onto you.”

“I promised to train you into a qualified necromancer. At least, before I teach you the most basic knowledge, I won’t let you die.”

Chikara asked, “What is the basic knowledge of a necromancer?”

“How to become a qualified corpse,” Harvey replied.

“Hurry up and teach me,” the orc urged.

“There’s actually not much to teach,” Harvey said. “We can’t choose our birth, our encounters, or even our death. So the value of a corpse is reflected in whether they lived seriously before they died.”

“Seriously doesn’t mean being positive, successful, or smooth sailing, but whether there’s hope in the heart. As long as there’s somewhere you want to go, even living under a bridge and eating garbage makes you a superior corpse; if you live without a goal, even a legendary sorcerer is inferior material.”

Chikara listened intently and suddenly burst into laughter.

“What is it?”

“I realized that I used to be inferior material, but just now, I became superior.”

Harvey was a bit puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“In the Tribulation Fire Chapel and Four Pillars Cult, I never really had a goal. Until just now, I had the thought of studying the Necromancy Sect and becoming a great necromancer,” Chikara laughed. “Am I qualified now?”

“Qualified,” Harvey nodded. “Whether as a corpse or as a necromancer.”

“That’s great.” The orc breathed a sigh of relief but then shook his head. “Unfortunately, it’s still useless.”

“Then I’ll teach you how to do end-of-life care,” Chikara said, raising his head. “Mentor, you’re really bad at talking. In the future, when you meet someone about to die, be nicer to them, because they’re about to become your material.”

“That makes sense,” Harvey nodded. “How do I do it?”

“It’s actually quite complex, with many tricks and taboos, but I don’t have much time. I’ll teach you the elegy; you can just sing this poem to the dying in the future,” Chikara said. “I’ll sing a line, and you sing a line.”

“When I see, all things that grow, can only be perfect in a moment.”

“On the world’s stage there’s nothing, only flames pulling in secret.”

“I see humans grow like plants, given prosperity and decline by the same sky.”

“In youth flourishing, at noon declining, all beauty erased from memory!”

“So this momentary scheme, lets your youthful visage appear before me.”

“And cruel time and decay conspire, to turn your youthful day into dark night,”

“To love you, I will fight against time,”

“What it takes from you, I will reignite.”

After singing the last line, Chikara’s body had already turned into transparent liquid, flowing through Harvey’s fingers. A dozen fire spirits crawled up Harvey’s withered arm, quietly watching the beings fall into the chasm alongside the necromancer.

Crack!

The grey fox blade wedged between the rocks, Raven looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the layers of Silent Spiral, directly able to see Senlo’s sky.

People fell like rain, making Raven feel as if he too had become a raindrop. He tried to climb up, but his body didn’t move an inch, all his strength falling into emptiness, as if what he was holding wasn’t a person, but a hell.

Despite this, Raven didn’t reveal any anxiety, calmly asking, “Are you alright?”

He looked down at the person he was holding.

When the chasm appeared, Raven had no way to avoid it and fell directly into the huge chasm. At the same time, someone fell from above, and Raven instinctively reached out to grab them, then immediately pulled out the grey fox blade to gouge the wall and stop the fall.

Then came the terrifying rain that was impossible to look away from, and since the person he saved hadn’t spoken, Raven hadn’t paid attention to them.

Only now did he see the other person wearing a cat-head pajama, with a sweet appearance, petite figure, and both hands tightly gripping Raven’s wrist. Her right palm had a freshly made blood hole.

“I’m fine, Tamashi,” she raised her head and said calmly.