Chapter 578 Self-binding

The door in front of me seems to be still functioning, and it is unlikely that Sera can solve it with just one punch. The entire door is one piece, and there doesn't seem to be a keyhole to insert.

Ron tried to use knocking to open the door, but a weak but still firm force came from the door, eliminating his spell.

"The protection above is still effective," Ron shook his head. "Maybe if we come back in five or ten years, we can reopen this place."

"We may not be able to survive another five or ten years under the dracolich," Sera shrugged. "Looking at the condition of the guy who just entered, I don't think he can live another five or ten years."

Everyone's eyes once again fell on the door frame where Sylvia had just knocked. That's also the part that the man slapped. Maybe the way to open the door is on it?

"But I didn't see the keyhole, and it didn't respond to me in any way," Sylvia said with some embarrassment. "If this is a door that relies on magic power, it should at least have some response to 'trying to break in' Bar?"

"What response do you want it to make?" Ivy slashed the flaming sword transformed from her gauntlet towards the door panel. As expected, no trace was left behind. "It glows red? Makes a beep beep beep beep? Or send it out?" Two to three thousand 'spiritual servants' piled us up here."

"Maybe I just want it to tell me how to get in?"

Ron did not participate in the quarrel between them. He looked at the entire door again, and paid special attention to the texture and flatness near the door frame. It was probably no accident that the person was able to activate it by tapping it. The other party's reaction movements were very skillful, and he obviously went in and out more than once.

The so-called "tapping repair technique" may not have any effect on this thing. Ron prefers that the person passed the verification with his own fingerprints or palm prints.

Like... like this?

Ron patted Sylvia's cold hand and covered it with his palm after she moved away. Soon, a beep beep beep sounded from above the door, and when everyone looked up, they could still see some broken red light.

"Verification failed, illegal visitor, duplicate, verification failed..."

Sylvia looked at Ivy dumbfounded: "Have you ever considered studying the prophecy school part-time?"

"No!" the half-elf raised his voice angrily, "I just said it casually... doesn't this kind of thing just have these reactions? We should at least be glad that it didn't - huh huh!"

Sera quickly and firmly reached out and covered Ivy's mouth to prevent her from continuing to speak - it had happened once just now!

"It's thermosensitive," Ron explained after seeing the curiosity on his companions' faces. "Sylvia's hand is too cold, so just putting it on it won't trigger it."

"I even suspect that the person who just went in has the same problem - the distance between us and him does not require him to be so intense. If it is normal, just touching it is enough."

"It's also possible that he is not a normal person." Victoria's addition was agreed by others - after staying in this environment for a long time, it is difficult to say whether he is mentally normal.

"But if that's the case, wouldn't we be unable to get in and have to wait for the other party to open the door?" Sylvia asked with some disappointment, "My benefactor, you can't open it, and we should be the same - illegal visitors. Well."

"Theoretically, that's the case," Ron nodded, but his eyes continued to stay there, "But for a place like this, I don't think it will only have a verification system."

He took out the metal piece from his pocket. Just like before, it was still emitting slight heat at this moment.

Ron put it up. Just like before, the gate responded quickly, but it was not the previous "verification failure", but a very similar sound to what they heard above the rift:

"Identity verification passed, wanderer, welcome home."

really. Ron didn't show too much surprise. It would be better to say that this situation was completely expected by him - both the scroll and the metal piece were gifts from hell. If you force it to be a coincidence, If so, that would be a bit too ambitious.

But...what did the Grand Duke mean?

The stone door rose upward again, but just like before, it only left a symbolic gap and stopped moving. Ron guessed that it might be rusted somewhere.

"I'll go first." Ivy stopped Ron who was about to get in. She first slid the tower shield in her hand in. After waiting for a moment and finding nothing abnormal, she turned over and entered. Soon, there was a sound coming from inside. Half-elf's voice: After a slight sigh, she signaled for others to come in.

The metal piece in Ron's hand was placed on the sensor and was released only after everyone else had passed. As he was the last one to enter, the door fell heavily. Ron stood up, only to see several companions looking at a certain place in front of them without saying a word.

"What did you see..." Ron paused. There, a figure curled up into a ball was trembling with his back to them, squatting on a high stool.

Such stools were lined up in a row there, but most of them were empty. Less than a third of them had a skeleton sitting or lying on them, and there was only one chair with the skinny human being.

He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, without any reaction to the outside world. Even if Ivy walked over and waved her hand in front of his eyes, it failed to attract his attention.

"This guy just reacted to us," Ivy frowned, "but I burned him with fire, and he didn't even blink. If he was pretending, it would be too much like he had never walked out of here."

"Few people can act like this, let alone someone who doesn't know if he will die in the next second," Sylvia shook her head, "He used some kind of mental retardation spell to limit his thinking ability, reason and even personality, and turned himself into this."

"What is this? Is he deceiving himself?" Sera thought it was unreasonable, "Or does he want to use this trick to deceive us?"

"Without the help of others, A chance to break free only once every thirty days? He may never break free from his own bondage, and he will be in a daze until he dies," Sylvia pointed at the man, "just to deceive us, the price is too high."

"More like a..."

"A fixed process," Ron took over Sylvia's words, "either naturally breaking free, or being "awakened" by the outside world. Every time he breaks free, he will go out to patrol the "territory", then come back here and control himself again to ensure that he can survive without suffering mental torture.

"I think it's probably because we made a lot of noise and woke him up." (End of this chapter)