Chết tiệt, anh xin lỗi Kiên nhé! Mải mê viết cảnh Ren thu phục đệ tử mà anh quên mất là anh em mình đang chuyển sang chế độ "đánh chiếm quốc tế". Để anh dịch và hiệu đính lại Chương 3 này sang tiếng Anh chuẩn "Epic Dark Fantasy" để em đăng luôn cho nóng nhé!
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CHAPTER 3: THE HALL OF WHISPERS
The heavy iron gates groaned shut behind Ren, sealing him within the second circle of the Necropolis. The wreckage of the Bone Guardian was left in the gloom, but what lay ahead was far more unsettling. This was not an open bridge, but a claustrophobic corridor where the walls themselves were carved with thousands of agonizing faces, their mouths frozen in eternal screams.
[Notice: You have entered the Second Circle of the Necropolis: The Hall of Whispers.] [Warning: This area carries a "Mental Corruption" effect. Sanity will decrease by 1% every 10 minutes.]
Ren took a slow, measured breath. The air here was thick with the stench of rot and a constant, low-frequency buzzing—the sound of ten thousand souls crawling over his skin. But instead of fear, Ren felt a strange, chilling exhilaration. The Mask of False Divinity vibrated against his face, drinking in the whispers as if they were nectar.
"Do you see them?" Ren asked the towering shadow looming behind him.
The Shadow Knight did not answer. It merely gripped the hilt of its black blade, its red orbs staring intently into the dark. It was absolute submission, a construct that knew no fear, only the will of its master.
"Good," Ren said, his voice cold. "Let the hunt begin."
They had walked for several hundred meters when the whispers suddenly died down. From the cracks in the walls, a new kind of horror emerged. They had no fixed form, appearing as nebulous clouds of pitch-black smoke with elongated, skeletal claws.
[Monster: Whisper Wraith (Level 8)] [Trait: 50% Resistance to Physical Damage. Attacks the soul directly.]
"New recruit, move out!" Ren commanded.
The Shadow Knight lunged like a black bolt of lightning. Its sword sliced through the air, creating dark arcs that bisected the mist-monsters. However, as the system warned, physical strikes only dispersed them for a second before they reformed. They began to swarm Ren's soldier, their whispers turning into high-pitched shreiks, attempting to shred the soul of the shadow construct.
"Useless," Ren stepped forward, his palm ignited with the purple flame of the Void. "They are darkness, but I am the Sovereign of Darkness."
[Skill Initiated: Void Domain (Minor)]
A circle of violet-black light expanded from Ren's feet, covering a ten-meter radius. Inside this space, everything seemed to freeze. The Whisper Wraiths began to tremble. Their power—born of shadow—was being forcibly usurped by a higher authority.
Ren flicked his wrist, and chains of obsidian energy shackled the wraiths. "Devour."
[Skill Activated: Devourer of Light (Void Variation)]
The wraiths let out a hollow, terrifying scream as they were sucked into Ren's palm. Experience points flared across his vision in a continuous stream.
[Ding! Slain Whisper Wraith x5. Exp +3,000.] [Current Level: 7 -> 9] [Item Received: Soul Essence x3]
Ren felt the power coursing through him like liquid fire. This feeling was addictive. He began to understand why the legends spoke of the darkness driving men mad. This progression was too fast, too easy—as long as one was ruthless enough to trample over other souls.
Deeper into the hall, Ren discovered a massive chamber with an ancient altar. Resting upon it was a sphere of black crystal radiating a malevolent aura. But it wasn't the sphere that caught Ren's eye; it was the piles of armored skeletons wearing the insignia of the Holy City of Elarion scattered across the floor.
He approached one of the remains. On its chest sat the rusted badge of the "Knights of the Sacred Light." A mocking smile formed behind Ren's mask.
"So you were here too... and you died like dogs," Ren kicked a skull aside. "Your Light didn't save you in the pit, did it?"
[Notice: You have found the 'Journal of a Forgotten Knight'. Do you wish to read?]
Ren opened the tattered journal. The final entries were written in dried blood, filled with pure despair: "We were betrayed... Aris knew about this place... He sent us here as sacrifices... The Light is a lie..."
Ren's eyes darkened, then sharpened with a lethal intensity. This truth didn't surprise him; it only fueled the furnace of hatred in his chest. Aris hadn't just betrayed him; he had used the lives of a thousand loyal soldiers to feed his own ambitions.
"Well done, Aris," Ren crushed the journal into ash. "You wanted sacrifices? I will give you an army of the dead."
Ren looked at the skeletons of the fallen knights. A mad idea took root.
"System, can I extract shadows from these corpses? Even if they have been dead for decades?"
[Answer: If the Host consumes 'Soul Essence', you can force an extraction. Success rate: 40%.]
"Do it. All of them."
[Initiating Shadow Extraction...] [Failed... Failed... Success!] [Success!]
From two of the knightly remains, black smoke began to billow, forming two new soldiers. They no longer wore white cloaks, but obsidian plate armor, their blades radiating the frost of the grave.
[Shadow Soldier (Level 10) added to the Void Army.] [Current Count: 3/5]
Ren stood amongst his three shadow warriors, staring into the infinite gloom of the Necropolis. He was no longer alone. Every step he took now carried the weight of betrayed souls.
"Move out," Ren ordered, his voice echoing with the authority of a young king. "This circle is coming to an end. I need to meet the 'master' of this hall and borrow his head."
The footsteps of the four phantoms rang out in unison on the black stone floor. The whispers were no longer threats. They were the cheers for the new master of the Abyss.
Little did Ren know, in the world above, a blood-red star had just streaked across the sky of Elarion—an omen of a disaster returning home. But Ren didn't care. He was too busy leveling up.
[Main Quest: Conquer the Nine Circles.] [Progress: Circle 2 - 80% Complete.] [Next Target: Face 'The Mad Soul of the Whispering Hall'.] CHAPTER 3 (Part 2) - THE MAD SOVEREIGN OF WHISPERS
As Ren and his three Shadow Soldiers reached the heart of the corridor, the walls ceased their screaming. The silence that followed was even more terrifying—a heavy, suffocating void that seemed to press against Ren's eardrums. In the center of a circular plaza sat a throne made of twisted, blackened silver. On it sat a figure draped in tattered royal robes, its face hidden behind a veil of grey smoke.
[Warning: You have encountered the Zone Boss: The Mad Soul of the Whispering Hall (Level 18 - Boss).] [Detection: The Boss possesses the 'Soul Scream' ability. Sanity at risk.]
The figure on the throne tilted its head. "Another... light... to be extinguished?" its voice was a thousand whispers layered into one. "Or a shadow... trying to find its way home?"
"Neither," Ren stepped forward, his Shadow Soldiers spreading out in a tactical formation. "I am the one who is going to turn your throne into my stepping stone."
The Mad Soul rose, and as it did, the smoke veil vanished, revealing a face with no eyes—only two endless pits of swirling void. It raised a skeletal staff, and the ground began to tremble. "Then drown in the echoes of those who came before you!"
[Boss Skill Activated: Soul Scream!]
A wave of translucent, distorted energy erupted from the Boss. Ren felt as if a hot iron rod was being driven into his brain. His Sanity meter plummeted.
[Sanity: 78%... 65%... 50%... Warning!]
"Argh!" Ren clutched his head, falling to one knee. Images of his betrayal—Aris's smile, the cold blade, the fall—played on a loop, amplified a hundred times by the Boss's magic.
But then, the Mask of False Divinity pulsed. A cold, neutralizing energy flowed from the artifact, shielding Ren's mind.
[Mask Ability Triggered: False Reality. Mental attacks suppressed by 70%.]
Ren looked up, his purple eyes burning with a rage that surpassed the Boss's madness. "Is that all? I've lived through the real betrayal. Your little 'echoes' are nothing but mosquitoes to me."
"Kill him!" Ren roared.
His three Shadow Soldiers moved as one. The two Knight shadows charged from the flanks, their obsidian blades whistling through the air. The original Shadow Knight leapt from the center, aiming a crushing blow at the Boss's head.
The Mad Soul hissed, summoning walls of spectral bone to block the attacks. CRACK. The bones shattered under the relentless assault of Ren's minions. While the Boss was distracted, Ren vanished into the shadows.
[Skill Initiated: Shadow Step.]
He reappeared directly behind the throne, his hand glowing with a concentrated sphere of Void energy that hummed with the sound of a dying star.
"You talked too much," Ren whispered.
He thrust his hand into the back of the Mad Soul. The Void energy didn't just hurt the Boss; it began to unravel its very existence. The grey smoke that made up its body was being sucked into Ren's palm like water down a drain.
"NO! THE VOID... IT HUNGERSSS!" The Mad Soul shrieked, its body flickering like a dying candle.
[Final Strike: Void Devourer!]
Ren didn't stop until the last wisp of the Boss was gone. The plaza fell silent once more. The heavy pressure of the "Mental Corruption" vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of pure, unadulterated power.
[Ding! Zone Boss Slain: The Mad Soul.] [Exp +8,000. Soul Shards +200.] [Level Up! Level 9 -> Level 12.] [Title Earned: 'The One Who Silenced the Whispers'.] [Loot Dropped: 'Scepter of the Mad King' (Rank: Rare), 'Shadow Essence' x10.]
Ren stood over the empty throne, his breath ragged. He looked at the 'Scepter of the Mad King' in his hand. It was a dark, elegant weapon that pulsed with magical power.
[System: Would you like to sacrifice this item to upgrade the Void Army?]
"Yes," Ren said without hesitation. He didn't need a scepter. He needed more soldiers.
The scepter dissolved into black dust, flowing into his three Shadow Soldiers. Their armor became thicker, their blades more jagged, and their eyes glowed with a new, dark intelligence.
[Void Army Upgraded. Shadow Soldiers are now 'Abyssal Sentinels'.]
Ren sat on the throne of the Mad King, resting his head on his hand. He looked at his small but growing army. He was no longer just a survivor. He was a commander.
"Circle 3 is next," Ren looked toward the dark tunnel at the end of the plaza. "I wonder... how many more 'Heroes' are buried there?"
He stood up, his tattered cloak fluttering like wings of a crow. The Hall of Whispers was quiet now, but the world above was about to get very, very loud.