I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

At this moment, Roland felt a profound sense of doubt about what he was seeing.

Everyone around him was more powerful than he was, even those two freshmen had ten more years of magical education than he did.

They were all from wizarding families, noble and powerful, and what about him? Just a self-taught wild wizard, an ignorant bumpkin.

Now, everyone was saying that this was a beautiful Tree of Life, guarded by elves.

He alone saw a twisted tree occupied by a flesh and blood monster, flowing with brownish-yellow pus and growing disgusting tumors.

So, who was right and who was wrong?

Is truth really in the hands of the few?

"Am I the one who's gone mad, or are they!" Roland had never so wished that he was insane.

Because if he wasn't crazy, then the entire team would be wiped out before even stepping through the entrance to this dungeon!

If, in a moment, the mentor forced him to follow them into the ruins—no matter what the team came to do this time, there was no point in continuing.

This expedition had already been declared a failure, and Roland had no intention of continuing to play along with them.

He quietly took a few steps back, preparing to turn around and leave. However, the moment he turned, he accidentally bumped into someone.

It was Mentor Catherine, who had unknowingly stood behind Roland.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Roland.

"Won't you share some of the Tree of Life's sap?" Catherine held a bottle filled with tree sap, kindly trying to persuade Roland: "Drink it, and you can become a god."

Looking at the bubbling bottle of disgusting substance held out in front of him, Roland's expression became extremely unpleasant. He quickly pushed it away, waving his hand in refusal, saying, "No need, Mentor Catherine, you drink it yourself."

At this moment, Wallace walked over with a flattering expression, saying to Catherine, "Earl, you should drink some too! Drink it, and you can become a god!"

Looking at the bubbling bottle of disgusting substance held out in front of her, Catherine's expression became extremely unpleasant. She quickly pushed it away, waving her hand in refusal, saying, "No need, Mr. Wallace, you drink it yourself."

Catherine's actions were exactly the same as Roland's.

This guy clearly hadn't gone mad!

Roland stared blankly at the female mentor.

Catherine avoided his gaze, dismissed Wallace, and then put the small bottle into her spatial ring.

Roland said, "Senior, what are you doing? This joke isn't funny... Wait, are you deliberately making everyone drink the sap of this flesh and blood tree?!"

Catherine: "I don't understand what you're talking about. That's the Tree of Life, and what they drank was the sap of the Tree of Life."

After a pause, Catherine looked at Roland: "I'll ask you one last time—are you going to drink it, or..."

Before she could finish speaking, Catherine saw Roland's black pupils rapidly dilate, his eyes instantly turning pure black. Then, a baby's cry came from her arms.

Mentor Catherine was stunned as she took out a porcelain doll from her arms, with a small black spot on it—a substitute doll.

"It's a Mind Blast... You dare use this kind of magic on me?!" Catherine was unaffected, but Roland's expression changed drastically.

Just then, a round of applause came from behind them.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

The two turned back in surprise, only to find that it was Baron Hall.

He had been watching the show for quite a while, with a smile on his face, not at all like the madman he had been just now.

Baron Hall clapped his hands with a smile, saying, "Not bad, not bad. It seems Roland has indeed learned a lot from you—Catherine, I didn't send Roland to you for nothing."

Saying that, he looked at Roland: "But remember next time, if someone can force you to use this kind of trick, then you are definitely not her match... After making a move, don't hesitate, run immediately."

Mentor Catherine gritted her teeth: "Hall!"

The Baron respectfully bowed: "Honorable Miss Catherine, what are your orders? Do you need me to help you tutor your student?"

This guy was even more annoying than Roland. Mentor Catherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She glanced at Roland, and then Roland felt a dizzy spell and passed out.

In the last moment of consciousness, he thought to himself: 'It's my Mind Blast! I never told her about this magic... When did she learn it from me?'

With a thud, Roland fell to the ground.

The purse on Roland's waist flew off his body and swallowed him in one gulp.

Catherine picked up the purse with a dark face and put it back on her waist.

Baron Hall said, "Catherine, to prevent accidents, Roland should indeed drink some Suffering Sap. But his mental state is normal, so it's okay if he doesn't drink it... But since he's so resistant, can't you explain things clearly to Roland? You're teasing him with your wicked sense of humor and acting like a teacher... Sigh, you're not stable at all after being reborn, you seem like a big kid. Are you his mentor or his senior?"

"Victor!!" Catherine glared at the Baron, her face flushed: "You're talking too much today!"

Roland had teased Catherine several times in the past few days, and the mermaid incident had even broken Catherine down. Today, she finally found an opportunity to retaliate, but she suffered another setback, losing all face.

What made her feel even more aggrieved was that Baron Hall was now lecturing her. Tears were about to come out of her eyes, but she couldn't tell the Baron such embarrassing words as 'He bullied me! I want to bully him back!'

Baron Hall chuckled and changed the subject: "Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore... I'll say one last thing—just call me Hall, Julie calls me that all the time, I'm already used to this name."

At this time, in the team, apart from the Baron, Catherine, Nal, and Anna, everyone else was lying on the ground, unconscious.

This was the effect of the Suffering Sap.

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This sap can drive people crazy, and after going crazy, they will faint.

It looks like a disgusting poison, but in reality, it is a potion that can heal soul wounds and raise one's SAN value.

So, this is indeed a sacred tree, a sacred tree of flesh and blood and soul.

After these people fall unconscious, they will not wake up for ten hours.

In addition, Suffering Sap is poisonous and has some side effects. Therefore, Catherine needs to make some potions to detoxify them.

Nal was setting up the tent. It seemed that the team would be camping here tonight.

Anna was running around in the camp, unable to help with anything.

The Baron said, "Catherine, where there are Flesh Pilgrims, no other monsters will approach, it's safe here. The team can rest for a while. Also, there are many herbs nearby that can be collected."

Catherine said, "Okay. I'll make some potions later to alleviate the side effects of the Suffering Sap... After my potions are made, let's take some Suffering Sap too."

To prevent problems with their own minds, the two also took a little Suffering Sap.

After drinking it, they suddenly frowned and their faces became very heavy.

They realized that there were also problems with their cognition.

The Baron said, "Catherine, we seem to have always overlooked one thing... Why did only eight of us come for such a big thing?"

After taking the Suffering Sap, Catherine also realized this, and she was silent for a long time.

After a while, she looked at the surrounding air and said with a complex expression, "Hall, there should definitely be more than eight people on our team, we just forgot them. Do you remember the 'Dice of Suffering Fate'?"

—'Dice of Suffering Fate'.

This is a terrible mysterious phenomenon in the Yellow-Brown Fern Forest.

The person who is rolled by the dice will be forgotten by the world. His past, present, and future will disappear.

When a person's past no longer exists, then no one will remember him.

It's as if this person never existed.

The Dice of Suffering is the Dice of the Abyss, derived from the laws of the Abyss.

In the face of the law, all beings are equal.