Please Stop Summoning Me!

A strong breadth of Extraterrestrial god engulfed the surrounding area, extremely 

Because she knew he was a man of the word, and it was also pointless for an existence of this level to deceive herself, and no matter what he wanted to do, it was beyond her ability to thwart or intervene.

Gazing at his imposing figure, Su Ling’s mind drifted back to a pivotal memory from the past—the “moment” that had forever altered the course of her life. 

Eleven years ago.

The memory flooded back vividly, showcasing the chaos and destruction that had brutalized her once peaceful surroundings, leaving an indelible imprint on her very soul.

Standing amidst the blazing inferno, a maelstrom of confusion clouded her senses as she gazed helplessly at the wreckage of all that once held beauty, the entire street devoured by merciless flames that danced and flickered against the night sky, painting it a sinister crimson hue.

From the heart of the chaos, a cacophony of anguished screams, desperate pleas, bitter curses, and heartbreaking cries surged forth like a relentless tide, each lament etching itself into the deepest chambers of her being, their echoes haunting her in the darkness of subsequent nights, a haunting symphony that played its sorrowful tune in her mind’s ear long after the flames had ceased their roar.

Gradually, all sound disappeared.

As Su Ling closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, she willed herself to let go of the haunting memories that threatened to overwhelm her.

Su Ling closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she let go of the weight of those haunting memories that had been holding her captive for far too long.

In those agonizing moments she desperately yearned for a person to appear…….  a savior to rewrite the tragic ending.

“Thank you.” She whispered with utmost sincerity, the soft timbre of her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability, encapsulating the layers of emotion she had carefully shielded for so long.

Shen Yi was taken aback for a moment, he turned to look at her. After getting along for a while, he knew very well that Su Ling was a proud person at heart. Yet at this moment she willingly knelt before him, also it was not for her but to save these people.

In the eyes of extraordinary individuals, protecting what may seem like “boring things” held a profound meaning for Su Ling. While she valued life and dignity greatly, there were certain principles that she held dear above all else.

Could she have faced this challenge alone? Shen Yi highly doubted it.

You are a hero, Su Ling. He affirmed quietly in his heart.

He slowly raised his threaded cane and pointed it in the direction his gaze was fixated upon.

“I found it.” His tone was flat.

Just now, through the “White Flame” he detected a complex pattern on the ceiling of a women’s restroom adjacent to the teaching building. It was, unmistakably, the spell formation responsible for perpetuating the curse’s lingering effects. 

As long as the magic circle was lifted, the curse itself could be effectively dispelled, freeing its recipients from its malevolent grasp.

The wizard should be not far away from the magic circle, otherwise he could not ensure the operation of the magic circle.

With a gentle yet strong grip, Shen Yi reached out and hoisted up the kneeling Su Ling. 

“Hold on here, I’ll get it sorted out soon.”

In this impending battle, Su Ling by his side would only pose a challenge. He knew she wasn’t a weak woman, but a strong person who is about to step into the disaster level threshold. Naturally, she has the power to protect herself temporarily from the impending dangers that encroached upon them.

Su Ling’s unwavering resolve gleamed in her eyes as she affirmed, “I will take care of myself; the threat isn’t insurmountable. They won’t be able to hurt me for a while.”

The roars of the “hungry ghosts” were getting closer and closer.

“Good.” With that, he transformed into a puff of white mist and flew towards the direction of the magic circle.

The new aura of the Extraterrestrial god was cold and unrelenting, causing Su Ling to frown once again.

The roar became louder and louder, signaling that they surrounded the building.

Su Ling with all her strength moved up the stairs, since she had no plan of killing the innocent people, she could only continue to go up and stall a time.

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In the apartment.

Su Ling’s living room.

An old man with a head full of white hair, and thin body wrapped in a thick windbreaker was sitting on a sofa. Behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze remained fixed on the shimmering puddle of water resting on the coffee table. If Mr. Albert was here, he would have been instantly recognizable as the same figure he had encountered at the bus stop that very morning. 

Within the reflections dancing on the surface of the water, vivid images and echoing sounds of Su Ling and the “Chess Player”.

As Henry, covertly observing the unfolding scenes, a complex interplay of emotions surged within him. 

Though it was the target home, it was also the blind spot in the other party’s mind. Sometimes, the most dangerous place could prove to be the safest place. 

In fact, Henry has been here so long, he was just few meters away from Su Ling and hiding behind the wall, manipulating the development of events.

As soon as she left the apartment, he emerged from the wall and sat here to observe everything secretly.

Perplexed by the sudden appearance of the “chess player,” Henry couldn’t suppress his frustration at the unexpected twist in the carefully crafted narrative.

“It’s so boring. Such a good thriller, but the troublemaker appeared midway.”

His contemplative gaze lingered on the screen, while stroking his beard he pondered, “Is he the chess player? A new ‘untouchable’ being in Beland? One who has the power to make things stand still?”

As the patriarch of the Salian family, known for his formidable wizardry skills and as a distinguished member of the Dust of No Light, he possessed an inherent understanding of what it truly meant to be considered “untouchable” in the realms of power and magic.

His mind drifted back to an intense battle from the past, where he witnessed a powerhouse deemed “untouchable” swiftly turn the tide with a display of earth-shattering might that bordered on the miraculous.

Although there was not much information about the “chess player”, the positioning given by the Nolan Anti-Magic Bureau would be mostly accurate.

The air around Henry grew heavy with a palpable sense of foreboding, his countenance clouded with a darkening storm. A palpable sense of urgency took hold, with Henry acknowledging that prioritizing escape over pursuing his quarry had become paramount in the current circumstances.

Reflecting on the inherent transience of conflicts, even those rooted in generations-old vendettas, he pondered the irreplaceable value of life above all else. The relentless truth that students could be replaced and clan members could be reborn only underscored the paramount importance of safeguarding one’s own existence.

“But I can’t just leave like this.”

A subtle gleam flickered in his narrowed gaze, his lips curling into a faint smile as a whispered incantation escaped his lips, activating an invisible technique that he had prepared for a long time.

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