351: Unique suicide methods

Chapter 350: A Creative Suicide Method

After several conversations with Vivian, Dick obtained a lot of useful information, and even learned about Trundle's suicide attempt.

"That fellow Trundle is actually a good beast. It's not dangerous for you to go find him..."

Vivian looked at Dick and seriously instructed, "If possible, you'd best persuade him not to keep thinking about suicide. I really don't know what's going on in that ape brain of his."

Although she had only just met Dick, Vivian changed her usual demeanor and spoke a lot.

She didn't stutter or tremble at all, showing no signs of social anxiety.

Vivian really liked this feeling of being a normal person. She wasn't a cold person by nature; she was just forced to be taciturn to hide her social anxiety.

Her parents died young, and besides Trundle, Dick was the fourth person who allowed her to speak freely.

Thinking of this, Vivian felt a little reluctant to part with Dick, especially since he was about to participate in the deadly Rite Trial shortly.

"Dick... why do you want to participate in the trial?"

Vivian took off her white mask, revealing a stunningly beautiful face full of concern.

To be honest, Vivian didn't quite understand Dick's motive. He didn't seem to be in urgent need of extending his life like Fama; he looked more like he was just trying it out casually.

"I'm telling you, once the Rite Trial begins, there's no turning back!"

Vivian glanced at Fama, then looked at Dick, warning sternly, "Participating in the trial rashly is no different from suicide!"

Seeing Vivian's serious expression, Dick chuckled lightly, showing no fear on his face, and even changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, in history, aside from a sacrificial kiss, there seemed to be other rewards for those who successfully passed the Rite Trial, right..."

Hearing this, Vivian's pretty face flushed, and she immediately put her white mask back on, saying shyly, "You... you can talk about it after you pass!"

Vivian knew what Dick was referring to; no one knew the history of the Snow Goddess Sect better than her.

If Dick could pass the trial, he would undoubtedly become a chosen one!

And according to both doctrine and reason, whatever request Dick made... no matter how excessive, Vivian would have to do her best to fulfill it, even if it meant getting married on the spot.

However, as soon as she thought of marriage, a chill quickly surged in Vivian's heart.

Love was the most selfish and foolish thing. Even after nearly a thousand years, her parents' love suicide still left Vivian unable to let go.

She could sink into a purgatory of carnal desire, but she would never immerse herself in the river of love!

Vivian could give Dick anything he wanted, except for love.

Through the holes in the white mask, Dick saw Vivian's cold and determined eyes. The 'Snow Queen with a poker face' didn't seem easy.

It didn't matter if it was easy or not; he would only know by trying.

There were many ways to conquer her; there was always one that would suit Vivian.

Soon, an hour had passed. Fama was still sitting cross-legged in the center of the circular plaza, showing no signs of waking up.

According to the rules, Vivian should kill Fama now to end his suffering early.

Because it had taken so long, Fama had no possibility of passing, and continuing would only mean experiencing meaningless pain.

However, before Fama began the trial, he had specifically emphasized not to interfere!

Although Fama's original intention was to try his best to pass the trial, in Dick's view, he was simply looking for trouble.

With this Rite Trial thing, if you could pass, you would have passed long ago. If you couldn't, no matter how long you persisted, it was meaningless.

"Vivian-sama, it's my turn."

Dick walked slowly into the circular plaza, found a spot to sit cross-legged casually, and looked at Vivian, saying, "Come on."

"Are you... sure? The Rite Trial is..."

"I believe I, Dick Grudia, will become the fifth person in history to pass the trial!"

Looking at Dick's still confident appearance, Vivian sighed softly, raised the sacrificial Divine Mercy in her hand, and pulled the bowstring to its limit.

Surging grayish-white divine power gathered, quickly forming a pale blue translucent arrow.

Although this divine arrow had no lethality, it could cause one to fall into eternal perdition and die in the most painful way.

Glancing at the weakened Fama beside him, Dick smiled disdainfully.

All the hardships in his hundred lifetimes of memories were just a bit of wind and frost.

Snap!

Vivian released her hand, and the arrow shot towards Dick at a speed invisible to the naked eye, then disappeared into his forehead.

The next moment, Dick's pupils dilated, his head slowly lowered, and his consciousness was pulled into a certain domain.

"Dick Grudia... good luck!"

Vivian put down the sacrificial Divine Mercy and closed her eyes, silently praying to the Snow Goddess in her heart.

For this young man she had only recently met, Vivian didn't know why she was doing this; she hadn't even prayed for Fama.

Perhaps it was because when she interacted with Dick, she could let go of her social anxiety and briefly become a normal person.

Boom—

Suddenly, a giant shadow descended from the sky, like a meteor crashing to the ground, directly smashing a deep pit into the flat circular plaza.

And the already weakened Fama was jolted by this, causing his body to fall to the side, blood streaming from his mouth.

"Trundle, look what you've done!!!"

Vivian tore off her white mask and roared at Trundle in a somewhat Gaffe manner. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The sacred and solemn place of ritual was actually destroyed like this by a barbaric, stupid ape.

"S-sorry, Vivian, I was just a little emotional, it wasn't intentional. I'll help you fix it later..."

Looking at the simple-minded Trundle, Vivian's anger inexplicably subsided by more than half.

Unlike with Dick, facing Trundle made Vivian feel a sense of calm, even though she should be angry now.

"We'll talk about fixing the plaza later. Leave immediately now; the Rite Trial is ongoing here."

Vivian crossed her arms over her chest, looking displeased. "Besides, you haven't finished fixing the corridor from before!"

Hearing this, Trundle looked flustered but still said Shameless (shamelessly), "I actually came here because I need your help with something, something very important!"

"..."

Vivian was a little speechless. After a few seconds of silence, she still waved her hand and said, "Speak, as long as it's not helping you commit suicide."

"..."

This time, it was Trundle's turn to be silent.

"No, you actually came here to ask me to help you commit suicide," Vivian's mouth twitched, and she refused directly, "Then leave!"

"Hey, don't be in a hurry. Strictly speaking, what I need your help with isn't suicide."

"Then what is it?"

"Hehe," Trundle scratched his bald head, looking a little embarrassed. "Actually... I also want to participate in the Rite Trial."

"???"

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As expected, this book is back in the little black room (censored).

It's a stable once a month. I just don't know how many days it will be locked up this time.

It's just a bit of wind and frost on the path of writing...