Virus King - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Hidden Dungeon! Hell Summoning Magic Formation!

TL: YYang

Silence. Chen Bai’s single sentence plunged the atmosphere into a deathly quiet.

Ignoring Han Xiao, Chen Bai walked directly into the office and stopped before the massive statue.

He lightly turned the base of the statue.

It was as if gears were finally wound with spring power. A harsh grinding noise rang out, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

Everyone immediately turned their heads, eyes fixed on the direction of the sound.

With the rumbling noise, a section of the wall shifted. A bookshelf slowly slid aside.

Han Xiao, Meng Meng, and the others stared wide-eyed, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Behind the bookshelf, a massive, pitch-black passageway and a staircase appeared before them.

A bone-chilling wind wafted out from the staircase, pricking at their faces.

“Lord Bai, what is this?!”

Feigning a look of recent discovery, Chen Bai smiled faintly: “When I was searching earlier, I noticed that several rooms downstairs clearly had designated areas, but the corresponding rooms were unusually small, as if the walls had been sealed. Now it seems there really was a secret hidden here! Well, what do you say—shall we go in and take a look?”

The four exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

The secret realm dungeon had already shown as cleared according to the notifications from the Cosmic Will, but this hidden passage was an unexpected discovery. It gave them a deeper understanding of the God and Devil Trial Grounds.

The dim staircase seemed to stretch endlessly.

There was no lighting, only the faint glow of torches mounted on either side of the staircase, illuminating the path faintly.

After nearly ten minutes of tense descent, they estimated that they had reached the basement level of the psychiatric hospital. The staircase finally came to an end.

What lay before them was a vast underground chamber.

It spanned over 200 square meters.

Numerous statues equipped with unique light fixtures illuminated the space.

The statues depicted many familiar beings to Chen Bai, most notably demons and devils.

This was no coincidence. The seventy-two demons of King Solomon’s grimoire were often a mix of demons and devils, their distinction largely irrelevant at such a level of power. Perhaps, by then, there was little difference between the two at all.

Aside from the statues and the light, what caught their attention most was the massive circular diagram on the floor.

The design was peculiar, marked with dark red streaks that resembled dried blood.

It exuded a sinister aura that made them wary of getting too close.

On the other side, Chen Bai walked directly to a podium-like desk. On the desk lay a smaller metallic disk engraved with the same design as the large diagram on the floor, though its size was much smaller.

It’s here!

What the Transcendent Saint had mentioned was indeed correct!

Chen Bai fixed his gaze on the magical formation in his hands. Almost instantly, the Cosmic Will provided feedback:

[Hell Teleportation Array Core]
[Item – Special Class]
[A magical diagram imbued with the purest hellish patterns. It can be activated using sacrificial offerings to summon the sixteenth entity of the Seventy-Two Demons of Solomon: Zepar.]
[Usage Requirements: 16 blood sacrifices from corpses and activation of the magical formation.]

(Note 1: This item is unique!)
(Note 2: Once Zepar is summoned, their level will be capped at 12 due to the current dungeon’s level restrictions. Upon summoning, the dungeon’s difficulty will be upgraded to “Hell” difficulty!)
(Note 3: Zepar’s alignment as an ally or enemy remains uncertain!)

As expected!

Chen Bai’s eyes were locked onto the item in his hand, drawing everyone’s attention. When the others turned their gaze toward him, he didn’t hold back and showed the object to all of them.

“This…?”

Crow’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

He had just read through the Han family’s medical records and Zhao Changlin’s journal, which described the terrifying power of this particular demon among the Seventy-Two Demons of Solomon.

And now, the magic formation claimed it could summon this very being?!

“Well, should we…”

Before he could finish, he noticed the other three looking at him as if he were an idiot.

“Summon it? And fight it?!”

Crow scratched his head awkwardly.

Chen Bai had already figured it out. Crow seemed to have no concept of fear.

Even Zhao Changlin’s formidable spiritual power had given Chen Bai quite a headache earlier.

Of course, Chen Bai still had a trump card he hadn’t used yet. But even with the Cosmic Will suppressing the demon’s level to 12, summoning it would be far beyond what he, someone who hadn’t even completed a profession transfer, could handle.

The Transcendent Saint had lamented this as well.

He had outright stated that no one in the world could, within the level 12 restrictions of Red Star Psychiatric Hospital, unlock the hidden content and defeat this Demon of Solomon.

However, the Saint had also mentioned an interesting anecdote: When he summoned the demon, instead of fighting it, he struck a deal with it, reaping considerable benefits.

That said, it didn’t take much thought to realize that the benefits from striking a deal couldn’t possibly compare to the treasures that would drop from defeating and killing the demon outright.

Without hesitation, Chen Bai tucked the core of the magic formation into his pocket.

“Let’s wait until we’ve completed our profession transfers. Then we’ll come back and try again, helping Little Han finish the next stage of his mission!”

Han Xiao chuckled. At this moment, a glint of coldness and killing intent flashed in the chubby youth’s eyes.

“Alright, let’s go!”

The four figures gradually became transparent within the confines of the psychiatric hospital and vanished.

Reappearing outside the hospital, all four of them let out a small sigh of relief.

Han Xiao glanced at Chen Bai and Meng Meng.

“Thanks a lot, Great Emperor Bai and Old Dream. If it weren’t for you two, I’d probably have taken forever to finish this mission!”

A smile spread across the chubby youth’s face, clearly indicating that the completed mission had earned him rewards unbeknownst to the others.

The four didn’t rush to leave the dream.

Meng Meng’s dream-entering ability was based on spiritual strength, and the duration had been precisely calculated beforehand.

Since there was still time left, they decided to chat for a while.

This dream was Han Xiao’s, so naturally, he was the one who did most of the talking.

“I’ve never heard my dad talk about my mom, nor have I ever met any relatives…”

“Who would’ve thought I actually had some kind of protagonist’s fate all along? And to think I didn’t notice it for over a decade!”

“It’s my fault, really. I never paid much attention to my dad. He worked at a nearby chemical plant, and even before the apocalypse, his health wasn’t great…”

“The night he turned into a zombie, his entire body was covered in green fungal patches and corpse spots. I couldn’t recognize a shred of who he used to be!”

“…”

Chen Bai glanced sharply at the chubby youth, who was now babbling on as though he had finally found an outlet for years of bottled-up emotions.

At that moment, the dream shattered.

Chen Bai’s eyes snapped open, his consciousness swiftly returning from Magic City to Jiangcheng.

Yet he didn’t immediately get up. His ears echoed with the chubby youth’s last few words:

Green fungal patches?

Could it be the Cult of the Plague?