When Furan regained consciousness, she first discovered that she was in a pitch-black space, just like the trial settlement space from last time.
But unlike before, she found that she wasn't alone; there were at least a dozen people in this space.
She noticed that everyone else stared at her as soon as she came online, making her feel a bit overwhelmed.
"Is everyone stared at like this when they join this space?" Furan wondered.
Fortunately, the crowd's gaze only lasted five or six seconds. Seeing that she didn't react, they all looked away.
Only then did she check her current self.
Just like last time, she had that book tucked under her arm.
However, this time was slightly different. A flash of golden light crossed the book's cover, and a line of text appeared on the surface.
[Spread my name to them.]
Then Furan felt a momentary daze. The golden words were gone, leaving only the original tattered book.
Furan frowned. She knew it hadn't been an illusion; it had truly happened because the memory of those words was vivid in her mind, and she could recall every specific stroke.
After returning to the Material Realm last time, Furan had also searched for information related to this book, but to her surprise, she found nothing useful.
First, religions did exist in this magical world, but they were only medium-sized, and she hadn't found any religion related to the Light-Praying Art.
The religions she saw worshiped things like the Sky Dragon, the Elephant of the Mountains, the Goddess of Ocean Currents, and so on; there was nothing at all related to what she was looking for.
This information was obtained by asking Elan. According to him, the various Schools had hidden such content and hadn't released it.
But Elan also guaranteed that he had never heard of a religion related to light.
"I don't even know your name, how am I supposed to spread it?" Furan grumbled inwardly before opening the book.
Unsurprisingly, the cover page detailed the contents of this trial. Furan looked closely.
[Monsa is an isolated city where few outsiders enter.
Unlike other cities, there are no tall walls here to defend against the monsters outside.
This is because the master of the city is a Priest who distributes a miraculous liquid. After ordinary people drink it, they gain great power, allowing the residents of Monsa to be unafraid of the monsters outside the city.
This Priest claims his miraculous potion comes from a god, leading the entire city's residents to participate in sacrificial activities, as they yearn to obtain this miraculous potion.
They work by day and give thanks for the power bestowed by the god beside bonfires at night.
But what they don't know is that Monsa is about to face total destruction at sunrise on the eighth day... Trial Objective: Attempt to save this city. Those who contribute will pass the trial.]
Aside from that, the rest of the book was empty, with nothing but blank pages.
Furan looked up and noticed something very strange: the others present seemed to be stealing glances at her from time to time.
But whenever she looked over, they would all look away in unison.
Why are they all looking at me? Furan was very confused.
She could tell they were only stealing glances at her; they weren't looking at anyone else.
Just then, she suddenly felt someone standing behind her. When she turned around, a hesitant question rang out.
"Lai Yi?"
"Weilin Te?"
Furan looked at Weilin Te. This time, she was wearing a set of brownish-gray armor and had switched to a longer greatsword with a vine-decorated hilt.
"It really is you. Long time no see."
"I didn't expect to run into you in a trial. I thought you would have passed your trials and promoted long ago."
Furan scratched her head and greeted her back, then asked the question she was currently very concerned about.
"Do you know why those people keep stealing glances at me?"
Weilin Te responded with a wry expression and said:
"So you don't know! No wonder you're still wearing those robes."
"What's wrong with these robes?"
Furan tucked the tattered book a bit tighter under her arm and asked.
"Do you know about newspapers?"
"Uh... I know about them, but I haven't seen one in a long time."
Apprentice City didn't have such things at all, so she naturally hadn't seen any, though she had seen plenty in her previous life.
"No wonder. Let me tell you about it then."
Weilin Te rested her sword on the ground and said:
"Just a few months ago, someone wearing the same style of clothing as you used a Spirit Realm Guide with a Plunder attribute. She plundered the equipment of over a dozen people, making the incident very popular in the newspapers. It was reported continuously for half a month."
"Then a group of copycats suddenly appeared. They also learned to wear yellow robes and used Spirit Realm Guides with the Plunder attribute to mess with other people's equipment."
"This led to everyone now avoiding or ganging up on people in yellow robes. However, since this is a trial and you can only come up using a key, they probably just think you're strange."
Furan finally understood. So that was it. She had learned long ago that her Spirit Realm Guide had the Plunder attribute, and she had even obtained two items in the Spirit World.
But it shouldn't be related to her, right? After all, the person reported had taken over a dozen people's equipment. She had only taken two, and she didn't even consider one of them to be equipment.
So this was just a stroke of bad luck. She couldn't control what she wore in the Spirit World; she appeared in this body and had to wear this yellow robe.
"By the way, Lai Yi, do you want to team up?"
"Team up? Sure."
In Spirit World Trials, people who knew each other could form illegal teams, and besides, this task seemed like one that allowed for cooperation.
After all, forming a small group with someone you knew gave you more weight in collaborations, so there was no reason not to cooperate.
Furan looked around and saw that most of the people were standing in groups of two or three talking. Including them, there were about five people who were alone.
Then came the waiting period. Furan had arrived thirty minutes before the trial began, so it should start soon... Just then, a figure appeared in the space, accompanied by two heavy thuds on the floor. Furan only now realized that this pitch-black space could make a sound similar to wood.
"Fellow Spirit Realm Rangers, could I have a word? This trial is extremely difficult. If we don't unite and act together, it will be very hard for us to pass this Spirit World Trial."
The speaker was a young man wearing cyan cloth clothes that were easy to move in. He didn't seem to have any armor and held a short spear in one hand, its tip gleaming with a cold light.
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