Generating electric current is actually not that difficult.
I tried to extract a wisp of magic from my body and transform it into a thin, golden bolt of lightning that danced on my fingertips, moving towards the interface at the bottom of the plain white board.
Attracted by the sudden light, Sheng poked his head out from my shoulder, holding his breath even more nervously than I was.
"Don't pull on the hem of my clothes so hard." I stopped what I was doing and couldn't help but remind her, "You're making me nervous."
The tightness from the back of her clothes disappeared instantly, but the deliberately slowed, soft breathing in her ear did not go away.
Although I had practiced manipulating magic into threads before and achieved some success, this was the first time I had done such a delicate task as injecting it into an almost completely unfamiliar object. I was quite nervous about it and unsure of the outcome.
However, if it were truly the authority of a mentor, such a thing wouldn't break so easily... right?
The sensation of delving into the interior of the tablet was like passing through a rippling surface of water and entering a huge, muddy, and blocked pool, or a vast ocean with no bottom and only hollow echoes. The strange feeling of being both full and empty almost made me feel disoriented, unable to distinguish the right direction. In the end, I could only withdraw from it and act entirely on intuition and caution.
The golden lightning near the bottom hovered and flickered on my fingertip for a second, then, as if attracted by something, it vanished from my sight in an instant, leaving a brief flash of light on the screen.
"It actually worked!"
Before I could get excited, Sheng behind me jumped up and shook me back and forth with his hands on my shoulders. I was so scared that I quickly cut off the power supply to prevent any accidents.
However, an unexpected event did occur, but it was different from what I had imagined.
The tablet, which had flashed once, automatically opened its interface, displaying the same title it had seen before.
Tartarus.
Seeing each other again after several days would be a lie to say I felt little emotion.
But what's more important is to get what I need from it as soon as possible.
For example, the books that were previously placed there.
I wonder if those documents that I can't read will have a different effect after being put in there. I hope it will help me find clues.
"But big brother, are you saying that the tablet turned on by itself just now?" The petite boy tilted his head in confusion at my request for him to leave temporarily. "In my eyes, it still seems to be off... Well, okay. Anyway, I'll leave for a while."
Without dwelling on it too much, Sheng put his hands in his pockets and said he would go and patrol the surrounding area again before walking out of the house.
The shifts changed frequently, and the people who had been on guard duty before chatted as they walked around the building, their expressions somewhat relaxed.
"No matter how great the dangers we may face, at least we have two leaders who will help us out."
I overheard similar words during their hushed conversation.
"I've heard that the other new man in black is also very powerful."
"Then it seems our safety is guaranteed."
Some people are also talking about that madman, Sword Demon.
"I miss my family, and I wonder how they are doing..."
"Everyone is worried."
More often, they talked about people who didn't know about this place.
This is all normal, just like in a real world, where everything operates on its own, and everyone has a complete life plan, as well as their own past and interpersonal relationships.
As one of them, Sheng probably cares about them far more than I do.
I kept my head down and focused on fully charging the tablet before I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's unclear how long this will last, but at least now we have a way to charge it, so we can extend its battery whenever necessary.
Upon reopening the title, which appeared to be much more fragmented and broken than the first time I saw it, I followed the steps I remembered. What reappeared on the interface was not the railway scene I had seen when I left, but an even more chaotic and incoherent landscape painting—
On a dark purple hill built from countless demons split in two, a weary man in tattered clothes sat atop it, his back to them.
Beside him were swords and knives that had long since lost their sharpness, and before him lay a shattered earth from which crimson lava surged forth.
Everything withered and perished, and a dark wind swept back and forth across the distant horizon, so dark that not even a single carrion bird could be seen circling in the sky.
Even the once crystal-clear lake water has been polluted into a dark, murky green, with large patches of dark silver scales accumulating on its surface.
In the end, even the distant stars trembled unnaturally and fell downwards with silent wails.
In this pitch-black scene where there is no day or night, no moon, and no twinkling stars, only the burning earth illuminates the sky, outlining a remnant edge of those silent landscapes that have not yet sunk.
Why am I still alive?
I watched the scene change, and then the guy whom Sheng called the tragic protagonist uttered a silent monologue.
What am I fighting for?
Even death cannot be the true end, and even reaching the end will not reveal the true end. Is all I ultimately gain truly just an empty void?
I quickly understood what I was seeing.
This is the record of the 665th reincarnation belonging to the Sword Demon in the setting.
I tried to skip this tedious and boring clip, but the screen stubbornly remained there, without any impact or change.
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