Orc Tyrant

"Ren?"

Following that figure, Peggedo rushed into the internal library.

In the dim light, rows of bookshelves spread out in front of him. Each beautifully shaped wooden bookshelf is twelve meters high and lined up out of his field of vision.

Many brass escalators are scattered among the bookshelves, and are connected with frictionless slide rails with the help of complex gear devices, allowing readers to freely obtain books from high places.

"Hello there?"

He shouted, turned around, and looked at the other column.

How could that person disappear so fast?

He noticed a slight movement in the peripheral light, and immediately turned around, and barely caught the hooded figure passing between the two rows of bookshelves.

He rushed hurriedly to try to catch up with the opponent, but when he ran there, he couldn't find any more.

"Ryan! I've had enough!"

Peggardo shouted.

"Stop messing around! I'm leaving now!"

He turned around involuntarily, trying to leave this place that made him very uncomfortable.

But Pegudor's footsteps stopped immediately.

The hooded figure stood behind him, a step away, silent like a ghost.

It slowly raised his arms from his side, spreading like wings, just like a ceremonial priest calling the name of the deity.

It held a short knife in its gloved right hand.

That is a ritual dagger.

Peggedo immediately recognized its shape. It was a sacrificial blade. Ancient sacrificial priests often used this to sacrifice their lives to the gods of nothingness.

The symbolic meaning of this thing made him shudder.

"You are not Ren..."

Peggardo said softly, taking a step back slowly.

"A choice must be made."

A voice appeared, it was not Ren, nor the hooded guy in front of him.

The nervousness grabbed Peggedo's heart.

"What choice?"

"You have a lot of potential, and we are happy to work with you. This will be mutually beneficial. But you have to make a choice, Peguedo."

"I still don't understand, where is Ren? He said he wants to bring me to meet the people who work with him."

"He did it, he brought you here, but to be honest, Renn was disappointing... he was too impatient, unreliable, an unreliable servant, an unreliable—"

"then?"

"We are looking for a person who is more suitable for our needs, a person who knows what kind of goal we should choose, a person who can discern the truth, and a person with a unique eye-you."

"I think you must have mistaken me for the kind of idiot who wants to join a sad little society."

Peggedo responded viciously, the sword stick slid into his hand from his sleeve, and the black crow head on the top of the battle was like a living thing under the cold light.

"Take off that silly hood, let me look at your face, let me see what is pretending to be a fool here!"

The hooded figure took a step closer, as if it was sliding.

"You must make a choice."

The voice is unrelenting.

It wasn't until then that Peggardo realized that the voice originated from all directions, not the voice of the person in front of him.

That is the sweet voice of dozens of broadcast speakers in the library.

But how can anyone talk to him through the library’s broadcasting system?

"You must make a choice."

Peguedor heard Ren's shout, but it was not calling him, it was a painful exclamation.

He turned around in front of the figure wearing the hood and strode along the corridor. Although it was not a run, it was definitely faster than usual.

"You must make a choice."

The bookshelf next to him whispered, as if babbling in a boundless nightmare.

"You must make a choice and act as our eyes. We will open your eyes to you..."

"Ren?"

Peggedo ignored the voice and shouted loudly.

An intersection formed by the two corridors between the bookshelves is in front, an escalator is pulled to the end of the nearby bookshelves, and Ren's arms are tied to the brass handrails.

He was lying on the floor in a twisted posture, his legs stretched out at the junction of the corridor, his arms stretched painfully by the ropes on top of his head.

He looks like he has been drugged or beaten to make him dizzy.

The other eight hooded figures formed a roughly semicircle around him.

"You must make a choice."

"What did you do to him?"

Peggedo asked loudly, drew his sword, and lit the witch fire with his fingertips.

"You have to make a choice and act as our eyes. We will open your eyes and... the mystery and power beyond your imagination."

He ignored the hooded guys, but bent over and knelt beside Renn.

He lifted the other's face, the young man's flushed face was full of sweat, and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had returned to Cusconar.

Even if he becomes a psionicist, his heart is still a fragile ordinary person, which is why he can't really control his power.

He never got rid of fear, and the fear from that day formed a mark in the depths of his soul.

"Pegdor..."

Ren stammered.

"Help me! I'm sorry, they noticed you, and you made them interested."

"Why? They?"

"I don't know! They don't tell me! I just want to introduce you, nothing else! I want them to know that I am also useful, and I can introduce some people they need."

"Oh, you fool..."

"Please! Promise them."

Peguedor raised his head and looked at the hooded people behind him.

"We are leaving now."

His tone was far more determined than his heart.

"Ren and I, we are leaving here."

"You must make a choice."

The sweet artificial voice continued to repeat the sentence.

"I do not need."

"You must be so. We sent you an invitation. Our invitation is not random. You are a different person. This is a unique opportunity... The great things we invite you to share should not be underestimated. Those It's all things you've been searching for in your entire life."

"This is a mistake."

"If you refuse, that's a mistake."

The voice changed its tone and became more like a living person.

"Agreement is much simpler. You are a knowledgeable person. The way to represent consent should be easy to identify. It is all around you."

Pegged blinked his eyes. He looked at Ren, and the few people around him, as well as the condescending bookshelves and the corridors extending around.

"Of course, this ceremony was held at the crossroads, representing the same goal by different routes. The nine masters sent an invitation to a beginner. The identity was indistinguishable. It represented the unknown mystery beyond the threshold... This was the initiation ceremony of the witchcraft sects in the ancient times. Only slightly modified, which one? Cognitive? Enlightenment? Zhenzhi?"

"It does not matter."

"Yes, because this is the key, isn't it?"

Peggedo began to gather strength, he was already planning to break through.

"The buyer is cautious, but the beginner knows nothing-no matter the truth, name or identity, after joining, everything is too late! Once the truth is revealed, the confidentiality agreement is broken, and I know what you ask me to do. "

"You must make a choice."

"There are nine people here, but there are only nine people. This is a sacred number. One of them must make way for the successor... Someone has already made a mistake and broke the confidentiality agreement."

Wren groaned again, and he pulled the rope weakly, causing the brass escalator to make a soft noise.

One of the hooded men handed the ceremonial dagger to Pegudor.