The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Chapter 225 Necromancer's Pull

Lee Chan emphasized the last few words, "You will die."

He spoke while observing Jack's reaction, the blue flames at his fingertips flickering in the wind.

"This method has significant limitations, but it's the only solution I can find right now."

"Regardless of the state of the person being targeted, their soul will be pulled out of their body."

"Once the soul leaves, a person is declared completely dead, and from then on only a wandering soul without a physical body remains."

"I've been observing you for a long time. I don't know if you've noticed, but your physical condition looks the same as a normal person's, but your breathing doesn't feel like that of a living person."

"This makes me suspect something: perhaps you were already dead at the start of the instance."

"However, your soul is trapped here, unable to break free of its confinement. Perhaps there are some restrictions here..."

Li Can was analyzing Jack's current situation and also thinking about the methods of the fake stars, how they managed to do such a heaven-defying thing.

The secret manual that A-Yun gave to Li Can covered a wide variety of laws, most of which were his own creations, while the others were collected from the human world and then improved upon.

Finally, since even A-Yun himself couldn't quite remember these things, he wrote down all the rules that could be ranked.

Now it has passed into the hands of Li Can.

When Li Can first came into contact with this secret technique, he had only one feeling: this thing was more like something that could bind and command spirits.

It's weird, but it's definitely useful.

He had never used this technique before, and this was actually the first time he had used it on Jack.

"Thank you, Mr. Player. I think I'm ready. I fully understand the limitations. What do you need me to do next?"

Jack felt no fear of accepting his death; instead, he felt a sense of anticipation.

Yes, Li Can actually saw a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"It's very simple, just close your eyes and lie down here." Li Can gave an OK sign.

He rarely encountered such a cooperative NPC who allowed him to conduct experiments, so he quickly took a wooden bed from the gashapon case and placed it on the ground.

Li Can pointed to the wooden bed, gesturing for Jack to lie down.

"Mr. Player... this..." Jack was shocked, but he still did as he was told with a tone of shock.

Li Can looked on with satisfaction as everything was ready and began to manually cast spells and make hand seals.

He spoke eloquently, and if you listened carefully, you could hear that most of his words were obscure vocabulary that some people wouldn't understand, like a string of mysterious formulas.

It also seems like some kind of new, self-created language.

Jack lay there with his eyes closed, Li Can's soft voice in his ears, the surroundings were quiet, and his vision was filled with large swathes of darkness.

He felt as if he were in a swamp.

Its body was very heavy, and it sank deeper and deeper into the mud and sand.

Slowly, I also started to lose the ability to breathe through my mouth and nose.

My lungs feel like they're about to burst.

The entire throat was filled with the smell of blood.

All the muscles in my body began to loosen up in large chunks.

Cold, an endless cold enveloped him, from head to toe.

He felt himself rotting, stinking, and emitting an unbearable, nauseating odor.

He felt like throwing up.

He needed to catch his breath.

He wanted to open his eyes and see the light again.

"No, Mr. Player is still helping me; I can't interrupt him."

I will try my best to cooperate.

Jack was torn between his inner conflict and his own conscience.

He even wanted to get up right now and tell Mr. Player that he was in so much pain.

He wanted to give up.

The taste of death is too painful.

However, his body was completely immobile, much like the sleep paralysis caused by overwork. The book "The Apocalypse Begins with a Dungeon Game" is full of classic quotes; find resonance here.

This is truly an extreme ordeal.

It's been too long.

"Why isn't it over yet, Mr. Player..."

……

Li Can stood in the arena of the dungeon game.

The blue flames at his fingertips had moved and were now above the head of the dwarf Jack.

The cluster of flames burned brighter and brighter, growing from an area the size of an egg to the size of a watermelon in the blink of an eye.

"As expected, it's a soul." Li Can watched as Jack's soul gently floated out of his current physical body.

There are absolutely no obstructions.

He wouldn't need to go through the trouble of killing him; he could extract it directly.

However, Li Can found the color of Jack's soul increasingly familiar.

It was a chilling feeling, as if he had seen it before.

where is it?

Throughout my journey, I haven't encountered any pure spirits; most of them have been monsters, zombies, and the eerie things in the mysterious labyrinthine city...

No, that's not right, there are.

He had seen it the first time he entered the [Mental Hospital Turtle Soup] instance.

It's that Granny Tang, Lin Wanyan—no, it's Wang Yali who has Lin Wanyan's face.

Li Can finally remembered.

Could it be that Wang Yali, as an NPC, has already separated from her physical body, and someone helped her regain her memories in advance?

Or perhaps her original mode of existence was simply a dungeon setting.

Li Can felt a bit confused and decided to stop thinking about it for the time being.

He began to focus on helping Jack extract his soul to a state of purity, only then could he fully regain his memories and freedom.

The process will just be a bit long.

It had a semi-transparent texture.

His soul form was no different from his physical body.

As time passed, Jack's soul became increasingly transparent and pure, and his memories began to resurface little by little.

If there were a physical progress bar, Li Can thought it would be a horizontal line indicating that it is loading.

There was one thing Li Can didn't tell Jack: during the process of him regaining his memories, the person who cast the spell was also able to see part of the content.

Although it wasn't comprehensive, it was enough for Li Can to understand him.

As Li Can observed Jack's past, she unknowingly became immersed in it, as if she had watched his entire life from his perspective.

……

"Jack, you are the most outstanding child among our dwarves. I believe you will achieve great things in the future." It was an older dwarf speaking to young Jack.

It seems to be his teacher or an elder in academia.

Li Can felt that their relationship seemed very close.

The old man patted little Jack on the head and pinned a medal to his chest.

The two of them, one big and one small, stood on a table covered with red velvet.

Other dwarves sat around him, acting as spectators. Their eyes showed no jealousy or other emotions, only admiration and affection for little Jack.

"Chief, rest assured, I will lead my people out of the continent in the future, carrying our most precious [Wings of Longevity], and carry forward the spirit of the dwarves!"

"I will lead everyone to a better life!"

Little Jack, clutching the badge on his chest, made his vow in the most resolute tone.

This caused the elders around to burst into laughter.

"You're hundreds of years old, young man, and you still love to make us laugh." The old patriarch patted Jack on the shoulder again.

Li Can: "?"

"They stole your youth?"