The North City Seal Point.
After a full day of bloody battles, only half of the Mystics remained here, and some of them bore severe injuries.
President An of the Society Alliance was the leader of this seal point.
When the [Magic Mirror] began absorbing the surrounding blood, he had already sensed something was wrong and ordered everyone to scatter. When a pillar of blood shot up into the sky from the [Magic Mirror], he knew things had taken a turn for the worse.
Unfortunately, just like Commander Sun, he knew there was a problem here but didn't dare to attack the mirror.
Leaving aside whether an attack would even be effective, if they shattered the mirror and severed the connection between the four seals, the consequences would be more than Sixiang City could bear.
At this moment, under the watchful eyes of the Mystics, the sudden appearance of Chen Miemie, Yue Junyang, and Liu Bo put them on high alert.
Not only did Chen Miemie, Yue Junyang, and Liu Bo appear suddenly, but the three of them were also enveloped in a pillar of blood, as if isolated from the rest of the world.
The main society in the North District was the [Homecoming Society].
Someone among them recognized Liu Bo.
"Liu Bo, what's going on? Weren't you told to hide at home and not come out?" a member of the [Homecoming Society] shouted.
Liu Bo and Yue Junyang seemed to have also received the explanation of the [Trial] and knew what was happening.
Liu Bo shouted back, "An anomaly called the [Trial] chose Chen Miemie as the challenger. He has to choose one of us to repair the seal."
In just a few exchanges with the member of the [Homecoming Society], Liu Bo clearly explained the situation.
During their conversation, it wasn't that no one tried to attack the blood pillar wrapping the three of them, but all attacks sank like stones in the ocean. Instead, the attackers' own blood sprayed out, and within seconds, they dissolved into pools of bloody water.
President An yelled to stop the attacks: "Stop! Anyone who attacks the blood pillar will suffer some kind of curse."
Soon, the news spread, and the Big Three all received the report.
The bad news: It seemed impossible to stop the [Trial]. The [Trial] was suspected to be a rule-type anomaly with a danger level of 7 or higher. Now, they could only watch helplessly as Chen Miemie made his choice, the fate of the city placed in the hands of a young man.
The good news: During the [Trial], if foreign races attacked the [Magic Mirror] light pillar connected to the seal, they would also turn into bloody water. The enemy could only watch helplessly as well.
As a result, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Miemie, who held the power of choice.
At the North District Seal Point.
All the Mystics present were basically elites with a [Mystery] level of 4 or above. Seeing this unfamiliar young man, Chen Miemie, with his eyes closed in thought, no one made a fuss to distract him.
This crowd of onlookers wasn't made up of gossiping housewives or old men watching chess; every single person who could participate in the battle and survive until now was a formidable expert capable of holding their own.
Faced with such a difficult choice, and without sufficient intelligence, no one spoke out of turn.
The [Trial] did not specify a time limit, allowing Chen Miemie to think slowly.
There were many people at the scene, but it was terrifyingly quiet, so silent you could hear a pin drop.
After a long time, Chen Miemie opened his eyes.
He looked at Liu Bo.
"Liu Bo, in school, we were always the best of friends."
A smile appeared on Liu Bo's face: "Of course, for six years, it's always been that way."
"Yeah, even though I lost my memory, you showed me around the school, explained all sorts of common sense, and we went to the market together, took makeup classes, bragged, joked around, ate, and chatted. Being with you is really relaxing."
"Hey, isn't that just standard bro stuff? Don't get all sentimental on me."
Yue Junyang, seeing them chatting, suddenly felt something was wrong:
"Hey, hey, be fair. I was the one who organized and paid for those meals, and I was the teaching assistant for the makeup classes. Why are you talking like it was just the two of you?"
Chen Miemie turned to look at Yue Junyang: "What's the rush? Whoever I choose, whoever fixes the seal, the price is their own life. What? Class Monitor Yue, do you want to play the hero for once?"
Yue Junyang immediately shook his head vigorously: "No way, I still have a bright future ahead of me."
"Tch," Chen Miemie and Liu Bo scoffed in unison.
Yue Junyang stopped his exaggerated head-shaking: "I don't want to die, but if you choose Liu Bo, our city is doomed."
Liu Bo immediately bristled: "Yue, what do you mean? I've disliked you since we were kids. You're the biggest poser in the whole school, and you can't even pose right. Everyone knows you're a hypocrite. What, are you trying to pull a big stunt today? Think carefully, do you even have the guts?"
The surrounding Mystics recorded every word the three of them said, verbatim, even noting their expressions and tones.
This record was simultaneously transmitted to the think tank at City Hall, allowing a group of smart people to quickly analyze the information in an attempt to deduce who should be chosen.
Liu Bo spoke fast and was very articulate, unleashing a barrage of friendly greetings upon Yue Junyang.
Yue Junyang was someone good at organizing social gatherings, so he had no trouble responding, using sarcasm and veiled barbs.
The two of them were evenly matched in their bickering.
Finally.
"Alright, Liu Bo, what's the use of arguing with me? The decision lies in Chen Miemie's hands."
Liu Bo snorted coldly: "Chen Miemie, I'll do it. My talent is average anyway, so if I can contribute something, this life will have been worth it.
You know that guy Yue Junyang, the whole class knows he's no good. He acts all righteous and speaks high-sounding words, but when it comes down to it, he's only driven by profit. Who is he fooling?"
Chen Miemie had been watching the two of them bicker with a smile, seemingly enjoying this final class reunion.
Only at this point did he slowly drop his slight smile.
He took a step forward, and the red pillar of light moved with him.
"It's so nice. Friends from school days always make people feel so comfortable.
Actually, choosing between the two of you should have been very difficult.
Because both of you are Mystics whose homes are in Sixiang City and who have just graduated. If you said you were unwilling to sacrifice yourselves simply because you were afraid to die, that would be very normal. But if one of you secretly wanted to destroy the seal, that would be highly abnormal.
What a pity. Lately, I, Chen Miemie, have been plagued by a motiveless assassination attempt. I've gained some experience with these kinds of choices with unclear motives."
"What experience?" Liu Bo chimed in naturally.
Chen Miemie didn't answer him, but instead suddenly launched a surprise question:
"Liu Bo, since we're friends, why did you help the people who wanted to harm me?"
Liu Bo froze.
"What are you talking about?"
"Frankly speaking, Liu Bo, Yue Junyang should be jealous of you. If he had your natural acting skills, he'd wake up laughing in his sleep."
"No, Chen Miemie, is your brain fried? Harm you? You must be talking about Yue Junyang."
"Relax, we're just chatting.
Liu Bo, your flaw appeared the time you went to my house.
The day after the graduation exam ended, hearing that I wasn't dead, you and the Homeroom Teacher went to my home in the Paradise Building to find me.
Tell me, isn't it a coincidence that on your way there, the manager of the Paradise Building was silenced?"
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