After a dizzy spell, Lis came to.


    Perhaps due to experiencing a Space Transmission once before, his body had adapted somewhat, or maybe the distance of this transmission was shorter, and Lis felt much better this time.


    Upon opening his eyes, Lis immediately took stock of his surroundings.


    In line with the style outside the Ghost Mansion, the walls were a mix of ck and grey, and the floor was covered in dust. The only unusual feature was a tform in front of Lis, engraved with special patterns.


    Whew—it’s a good thing I remembered correctly and didn’t teleport to the wrong ce.


    Seeing the familiar environment, Lis breathed a sigh of relief.


    There was nothing dangerous in this room, at least not in the sense one might fear, though whether it was still just like in the game he wasn’t certain.


    Lis rubbed his wrist and walked straight towards the tform in the center of the room.


    The uniqueness of the entire room—or perhaps the entire Ghost Mansion—was centered above this tform.


    If one observed carefully, the special patterns engraved on the tform were actually Magic Runes, stretching from the altar to the floor, though their function was unclear.


    In his previous life as a professional gamer, Lis never had time to study these Magic Runes, focusing only on grinding through levels.


    But now, having started to consolidate his knowledge and master the Magic Runes, Lis could not understand all the runes in front of him, but he did recognize thebos representing "blood," "nourish," and "death."


    However, the runes were not the focus; the object ced on the tform was more crucial.


    A blood-red heart!


    This heart, wless like a Crystal Stone, seemed like a piece of art crafted by a skillful artisan, shimmering with a gem-like crimson glow.


    It constantly emitted a thick scent of blood, and the Magic Pattern Array on the tform was connected to this heart.


    Yet, Lis’s gaze did not linger on this crimson heart; instead, he looked above it.


    Yes, something was perched on the heart—no, more urately, a demon creature.


    A tiny snow-white baty atop the heart, sound asleep, with a bubble the size of its body hanging from its tiny nose, bobbing with each breath.


    As for the heart on the tform, it was apparent that most of the energy it emitted was being absorbed into the bat’s body.


    Taking a deep breath, Lis cautiously reached out to the white bat, intent on waking it from its slumber.


    He had to be careful, as the creature before him was no ordinary creature.


    This white bat was the only Extraordinary Creature in McGwire’s Death Tomb that possessed normal intelligence and couldmunicate.


    Vampire Ang, Level 150!


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    If seen from a past gamer’s perspective, upon entering the room, one would immediately notice the sleeping white bat marked with a red "Extremely Dangerous" alert above its head, indicating its status as a boss.


    But now, to Lis, this white bat seemed excessively cute.


    Unlike its dirty, dark-furred kin, beneath its snow-white fury pink little ears and paws.


    Curled up tightly, sweetly lying atop the heart, deeply asleep, asionally twitching its little ears.


    If Ya’er were here, she would definitely have rushed over to hug it and shower it with affection.


    But who could expect such an adorable little thing to possess the strength of a Gold Level BOSS?


    Indeed, Lis truly did not want to provoke this creature, since not even the cutest animal could sway his firm resolve (or so he imed).


    Still, who would have thought that the key to a sneaky alternate method of clearing the dungeon would lie with it?


    Lis carefully pushed the little creature, and he had to admit, it really felt quite pleasant.


    Cold, soft, veryfortable to the touch.


    Lis hastily discarded these stray thoughts from his mind and quickly checked on Little Bat’s movements.


    After a while, Lis came to a conclusion.


    This guy is really dead asleep!


    In his previous life, he always blundered along, never wasting words. He’d greet this guy with a fireball on sight.


    Who would wake up a BOSS during a raid and say,


    "Are you awake? If you’re awake, then I’m going to start!"


    There was no way around it, saving time for the raid team was part of Lis’s professional ethics, and it also maintained apetitive edge for his studio.


    That’s why, even though he knew there was a second way to pass through the secret realm in his previous life, Lis had never tried it out, and now he had to carefully explore it.


    In order to wake this guy up, Lis went from gently pushing, to pping, to picking him up and swinging him. He was just short of throwing him directly onto the ground.


    Just as Lis hesitated whether to try the awakening technique, Little Bat finally woke up from his sweet sleep.


    The snot bubble in front of his head burst, and a pair of small eyes, baffled, opened and stared dumbly at Lis, who was holding him upside down by the legs.


    Lis felt a bit embarrassed, considering the rather undignified pose he held this big wig in, and quickly respectfully ced him back onto the red "bed."


    Little Bat’s dark eyes looked at Lis, and Lis seemed to read from its vacant gaze:


    Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?


    "My respects, Lord Ang, I am very sorry for disturbing your sweet dream," Lis said, even bowing in a manner akin to that of the nobles.


    "Oh."


    Ang was clearly still not fully awake, as staying in the tomb was too boring. Ever since he had ascended and awakened his inherited memories, he hadn’t encountered anyone he couldmunicate with. His favorite thing was to sleep all day on this heart.


    That headless guy, every time he saw him, would just draw his sword and sh at the bat, the owner of the tomb stayed inside the Witch Demon Tower and never came out, not to mention what he was up to, and the other riff-raff were even less worth mentioning.


    It took Ang, who had learned humannguages from the inherited memories, quite some time to realize that this fellow in front of him wasn’t an undead from the tomb, but rather resembled the food from his memories.


    An outsider?


    Still a bit groggy, Ang suddenly became fully alert, his small eyes ring intently, and he quickly asked in his unskilled humannguage:


    "Are you human? From outside the tomb?"


    Lis looked at Ang, who was struggling to support his body with two little paws, and felt somewhat relieved.


    No aggression, indeedmunication is possible!


    Lis chose to erase from memory those unttering actions, and said to Ang:


    "Yes, I entered from outside this tomb. I didn’t expect to meet Lord Ang here."


    "Oh, oh."


    Ang suddenly realized something was amiss and asked:


    "How do you know my name? I haven’t told anyone the name I gave myself. Don’t try to deceive me, I am very smart!"


    Upon hearing this, Lis’s expression became solemn, his eyes filled with reverence and a hint of aspiration:


    "Because after I entered the tomb, I received an oracle from Lord Cain, instructing me to help you escape this prison!"