[Skill Scroll Name: Summoning Art · Fearful Warhorse]

[Attribute: Learning type, disappears after one use]

[Type: Spiritual Energy]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Special Effect: Summons a Fearful Warhorse that will obey commands]

[Consumption: 150 Spirit Power Value, 50 Sanity Value]

[Cooldown Time: 30 minutes]

[Learning Requirement: None]

[Note: The Fearful Warhorse can exist for a maximum of 15 minutes, with only one horse present at a time. The summoning can be ended early.]

[Note: Fearful Warhorses cannot truly die; they will return to their original world if destroyed. However, it is best not to let them die frequently or to harm them. Otherwise, they will call you a lousy summoner and might even deliberately cause trouble for you.]

[Note: The Fearful Warhorse comes from a terrible world, so they are mainly summoned here to enjoy the scenery and relax. They do not ask for payment, but it is recommended that you feed them some carrots before the summoning ends.]

[Note: Mela had been begging her parents to buy her a pony, so they had her write a letter to Santa Claus. On Christmas Day, her family saw a fierce horse engulfed in flames in the yard, along with an Amazon package at the front door containing a Rainbow Pony stuffed toy. Mela had mistakenly written Satan instead of Santa. Now, Satan has delivered the gift as promised...]

Summoning Art...

Li Ang looked at the scroll and fell into contemplation.

Indeed, there were summoning art-type skill scrolls in the game, but most of them had quite stringent conditions for use, and the consumption was tremendously high. Only players with extreme attribute points and limit-pushing equipment configurations could afford them.

Moreover, some summoning arts had hidden side effects, such as releasing a bright, blinding light during the summoning process that attracted attention; the summoned creature being overly large; or the summoned creature being wild, strong, and low in intelligence, not following commands at all; and so on.

There was a rookie player from the southern region of the United States who used the [Summoning Art · Hungry Shortface Bear] skill scroll and summoned an extinct Shortface Bear weighing 1,500 kilograms and standing 4.9 meters tall in his farm's barn. The redneck player was stunned by the barbaric beauty of this majestic carnivore and, on a whim, climbed onto the Shortface Bear's neck to take a selfie with it.

Unfortunately, he completely overlooked the note in the skill scroll: [The Shortface Bear will automatically seek food when hungry].

While he was admiring his picture, the ravenous Shortface Bear threw him off. It sniffed the scent of the farm animals, broke down the barn door, crossed the wide farmland and the road, and stormed into the cattle pen.

The entire process was recorded by drivers on the road and uploaded to the internet. The final outcome was the disappearance of the redneck player, gone without a trace, and the online video about a "huge bear crossing the road" also vanished.

Beyond this unfortunate rookie player, there was a player from the Japan Islands who, by chance, obtained a skill scroll capable of summoning a Veela (originating from Eastern European folk tales, a type of shape-shifting, golden-haired Elf, somewhat like a slightly purer Succubus). Thereafter, he was so preoccupied with waiting for the summon's cooldown that he lost all interest in refining his own combat skills.

As for how he died, it is said that during a deathmatch mission, his legs suddenly went weak, and an enemy chopped off his head.

Players should focus on honing themselves, fostering interests in plundering and looting, rather than indulging in all sorts of inappropriate fantasies.

Li Ang shook his head, dispelling the jumbled thoughts from his mind. After choosing to learn the new skill, he didn't rush to test it in the Pet Breeding Box. Instead, he drew the curtains and closed his eyes to sleep.

The time span of the modified version of the Fairy World was indeed a bit lengthy, and even he needed a good rest.

When Julia opened her eyes, what appeared before her was a curved glass window.

At that moment, she was situated in a dim room, immersed in a vertical, cylindrical glass container filled with a pale pink liquid.

The container was completely sealed, topped with a hemispherical metal structure. This structure was covered with finger-sized metal cylinders. At the very top of the metal hemisphere, a black, ripple-patterned plastic hose, 20 centimeters in diameter, was connected. The hose was long, winding around to the back of the container, its end out of sight.

Inside, the container was filled with pale pink liquid. This liquid was slightly more viscous than water. Soaking in it felt warm and comfortable, and one could open their eyes at will without any stinging pain.

COUGH. COUGH.

The submerged Julia was still wearing the clothes from the previous mission world. She coughed, expelling a string of bubbles, hurriedly held her breath, and slapped the glass wall of the container, dislodging all the tiny bubbles clinging to the glass.

In the dim light of the room, three figures could be seen standing outside the glass container. The wall behind the figures had a one-way mirror set into it—just like in an interrogation or lab room.

MMPH! MMPH!

Julia gestured towards the figures outside the glass container, pointing at herself and then nodding, indicating she had not sustained serious injuries.

HISS—

A hissing sound, like gas releasing, came from the metal structure above the container, and streams of steam surged out from the cylinders.

The glass wall of the container slid open to one side, and the pink liquid inside poured out, splashing onto the floor before finally flowing into a long trench set into it.

The purpose of this liquid was to keep a person alive in the event of severe or near-fatal injuries, buying a very brief window of time for rescue (or possibly for them to utter their last words).

The act of it rushing into the trench seemed wasteful, but it was actually logical—the liquid couldn't be preserved for long. Once produced, it had to be used quickly. Past its expiry, it would turn into normal pure water, making it worthless to preserve.

As for how the liquid was produced...

That was a secret of the Syndicate, the clandestine organization Julia belonged to.

Julia, leaning on the inner wall of the container, slowly stepped out. She was drenched and exuded a raw, milky scent, looking quite bedraggled.

Among the three figures standing outside the glass container, a girl with short brown hair handed Julia a towel and said softly, "Quick, dry yourself off."

"Okay."

Julia nodded gratefully, took the towel, and wiped her face and hair.

"Are you injured?" a handsome young man in a suit, his arms crossed over his chest, asked in a deep voice.

If Li Ang were here, he would have recognized him at a glance. This man was the Stonemason he had encountered twice before.