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After Morning Prayer, the monks gradually dispersed from the refectory. The Listener stayed behind, approaching The Mute, who was clearing away the soup bowls. "Brother, do you have any oil?" Oil? The Mute paused, looking at him in confusion. Of course, there was oil, but it was precious—only a tiny amount was used to prepare the vegetable soup and bread. The Listener pulled a row of ten gold coins from his sleeve. "Get me some," he said, tossing the money into The Mute's hand, which was still…- 103.8 K • Completed
- After returning from the refectory, The Convert entered the room, tossed down his scimitar, and was about to close the door when a hand wedged itself into the gap to stop it. He knew who it was and didn't bother resisting. He let go of the handle, allowing the other to enter. It was The Listener, looking agitated. He stepped inside, grabbed The Convert by the waist, and slammed him against the door with a thud. The Convert said nothing, his eyes lowered. His expression was so arrogant—so…
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- After the Morning Prayer, The Listener rose from his small stool and walked into the crowd. Leaning against a pillar ahead was The Convert, a beautiful silhouette. As if by agreement, he turned his face, locking eyes with him in a scorching gaze. Each time felt like the first—they would gaze deeply into each other's eyes before tacitly and abruptly looking away. The Listener headed toward the corner where The Thief in black robes was curled up. Nearby, The Swordsman and The Archer were arguing.…
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- "And Samuel told all the words of the Lord unto the people that asked of him a king. And he said, This will be the manner of the king that shall reign over you: He will take your sons, and appoint them for himself, for his chariots, and to be his horsemen; and some shall run before his chariots.…" The Listener sat on a small stool. As soon as the prayer he had heard dozens, if not hundreds, of times ended, he immediately stood up and walked into the crowd. Ahead, beneath a pillar, stood The Convert,…
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- Throat discomfort. The sensation of having his throat slit by an iron plate was too real. Even after forty-eight hours, The Listener still found himself instinctively clutching his neck, forced to relive the dull pain simulated by the system. This awful feeling didn't fade even after Morning Prayer ended. He stood up from the small stool and walked into the crowd. The Penitent was talking to The Flagellant and The Ascetic, while The Mute held a large basin, preparing to distribute bread. Not far…
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- The Listener walked along the dark and rugged corridor. The air was damp and cold, the rough hemp robe itching against his skin. At the fourth narrow fork in the path, he turned right. He had "died" again. Though it was just a game, the sensation of death was real—the suffocation before dying, the fleeting relief as his pupils dilated, and the boundless darkness that swallowed him in the end. He had experienced it all countless times, each as vivid as the last. After hearing The Penitent's secret,…
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- Along the dark and rugged corridor, he walked forward. The black stone walls were slick with dampness, covered in a thin layer of frost. Patches of dark green moss grew between the cracks, glistening under the faint firelight from the lamp troughs, dripping tiny beads of dew. From every wall, from every crack in the stone, came the undulating sound of hymns and the continuous Mass: He that is wounded in the stones, or hath his privy member cut off, shall not enter into the congregation of the…
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In the early morning, Chi Xi rubbed his eyes and went out, subconsciously greeting Yin Liuming. "Brother Yin, morning." "Morning." Yin Liuming wore bear-head cotton slippers, light yellow bear fleece pajamas, and a sleeping cap with small pom-poms that swayed as he walked. An eye mask hung around his neck, highlighting his fair skin and giving him a much gentler temperament. But Chi Xi was instantly frightened awake and asked cautiously, "Brother Yin, are you…- 110.1 K • Ongoing
- After Ning Yuanyuan finished speaking, Chi Xi stood frozen, looking completely lost. Yang Jiao accepted it quickly but then hesitated. “Why is our main mission to pass the exam?” “Maybe Qi Xiaobei’s biggest regret before he died was that he never passed the exam?” "If that's the case, shouldn't the mission be for him to pass? Why does it say the students of Class 3?" Yin Liuming looked down at Yan Hang, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, “The students of Class 3, who does that…
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- Chi Xi had left Yin Liuming waiting in the third senior year, Class 3, then ran off on his own. Yin Liuming pulled up a chair and settled on the podium. A few minutes later, the bell rang, and the students filed in through the door. As soon as class time began, whether the students were in a zombie state or back to life, they would quietly sit at their desks, ignoring anyone who spoke to them, as if they had all switched into standby mode. Then, the loudspeaker at the classroom door crackled…
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