Chapter 6: The Vortex Shard
“Crack! Crack…”
Amid the eerie soundtrack of cracking bones, Li Rui began to tally the spoils of his recent battle.
“A longsword, a dagger, a somewhat damaged iron shield… too heavy, discard it. A belt made of some kind of leather… this leather seems quite good quality. The owner has turned to a skeleton, yet the belt looks almost new? There’s also a water pouch made from the same leather…”
“Hm? What’s this?”
He discovered the final item at the upper jawbone of the skeleton.
It was a piece of metal, seemingly iron, adorned with a swirling blue pattern.
This swirled iron plate was tightly affixed to the skeleton’s upper jaw, almost as if it were embedded into the bone.
Li Rui wedged his sword hilt under the skeleton’s lower jaw, then reached a finger into its mouth to pry off the metal piece.
The instant his finger touched the metal, a frigid sensation surged through his body, as if he had plunged into icy water. He shivered violently and yanked his hand out immediately.
Once detached from the swirling iron plate, he realized the chill was no hallucination—his entire body temperature had dropped several degrees, leaving him trembling uncontrollably!
With a sudden flip, Li Rui sprang to his feet and began hopping and running on the grass, only after a long while did his body warmth return to normal.
Returning to the skeleton’s skull, he eyed the metal piece cautiously.
Supernatural power! This thing definitely harbors some kind of supernatural force!
Then he suddenly realized this could be an opportunity.
If this object can plunge someone instantly into an icy abyss, imagine affixing it onto an enemy during battle…
“Come to think of it, since this world has goblins, slimes, and the undead, surely wizards exist too?”
Rubbing his chin while gazing at the swirling iron plate, Li Rui speculated, “If I sold this to a wizard… I might get rich instantly?”
But it was only a guess; perhaps no one would value it, and it might be worth nothing at all.
After all, it was something pried from an undead’s mouth.
Just as Li Rui picked up the dagger to pry off the swirling iron plate, another thought struck him.
“Could it be that this thing only works when embedded in the undead’s mouth?”
Looking around, he noticed a thin mist still lingering precisely around the skeleton’s skull. This gave some credence to his theory.
Recalling how the wolf pack scattered the moment this frail undead approached, Li Rui suddenly realized—keeping it alive might be more valuable than killing it.
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After tallying his loot, Li Rui cut a three-meter-long branch nearby and tore some tough vines, suspending the skull like a lantern at one end of the stick.
Once ready, he raised the branch, letting the skull dangle before him like a severed head on display, then turned and walked in the opposite direction from where the wolf pack had left.
Holding such a thing in this dim forest was remarkably intimidating.
Not long after, a goblin stumbled upon him carrying the skull lantern. Startled, it hissed and darted headlong into the bushes!
Li Rui wanted to pursue and finish off the little monster for a chance at loot, but his ankle was still twisted, hindering his speed. Reluctantly, he let it escape.
If even goblins reacted this way, ordinary beasts would be even more skittish.
The skull, or perhaps the swirling iron plate inside its mouth, seemed to maintain a ten-meter-diameter radius of mist.
Ordinary forest creatures like deer and rabbits fled at the sight of the moving mist. Thus, Li Rui encountered no animals along the way.
As he walked, Li Rui’s hands and mouth never ceased moving.
After eating moss and tree roots, he felt a strange liberation—or perhaps resignation.
Throughout the journey, any non-poisonous creature he could catch—dull-colored frogs, beetles, grasshoppers—anything he recognized as safe protein went into his stomach.
“Protein is protein anyway…”
Chewing on bugs whose names he didn’t know but whose lack of pincers or stingers suggested harmlessness, Li Rui muttered words of self-hypnosis.
After two days of moss and roots, his taste buds felt deadened; nothing tasted disgusting anymore. But since it provided protein and increased his chances of survival in this perilous forest, he accepted it.
Though each step stung his twisted ankle, Li Rui pressed on relentlessly, desperate to leave the wolf pack’s territory.
He wasn’t sure if the mist was caused by the skull, the swirling iron plate, or both working together. Though it repelled beasts, he didn’t know if it had a time limit.
If it did, and he hadn’t escaped the wolf’s domain by then, he might end up cornered in the trees again.
“Clang!”
Suddenly, a metallic collision echoed.
He stopped and listened carefully.
“Clang!”
Another metallic sound followed.
“Someone?”
Li Rui didn’t hesitate and moved swiftly toward the source.
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As he neared, he slowed.
“Heeheehee… Mwahahaha…”
The sounds ahead were unsettling.
Li Rui set down the skull and water pouch that might impede him, then silently, slowly drew his rusty sword.
Peering through the bushes with one eye, he surveyed the scene.
Before him lay a sizable clearing of roughly two hundred square meters.
At its center lay a pool of fresh blood.
Two human corpses, drenched in crimson, were sprawled on the ground. Their fierce resistance before death was evident, surrounded by six goblin corpses.
From another part of the forest, Li Rui could faintly hear goblin shouts fading away.
…Perhaps someone from that group had escaped.
Presently, only three small goblins stood in the clearing.
They were short, barely reaching Li Rui’s knees.
Li Rui raised his sword, crouched low, and carefully approached.
“Tsk tsk tsk… Glurp… Slurp slurp…”
The three goblins were tearing at the bloody flesh on the ground with frenzied abandon, heedless of whether the flesh belonged to their own kind.
Their eyes never lifted, oblivious to anything approaching from behind.
“Whoosh—”
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