Honey

The Grave Ghosts did not have bodies like normal humans did. Half of their bodies were stuck in the soil. The skinny ones loved living in wet soil.

However, many so-called adventurers had attacked their village recently, so they were forced to get out of the soil to fight the adventurers.

Their souls would return to the altar in the village after each death. They would then rebuild their bodies and be resurrected into a dead body. However, the memory of their past life would be gone.

Therefore, many Grave Ghosts died in the village while many had been resurrected.

The batch of Grave Ghosts who had yet to die sensed the threat from the adventurers. Death was not scary. The terrifying thing was that their memories could not be taken to the resurrection altar. 

Therefore, the older Grave Ghosts gathered to collect spacetime rock powder out there, leaving the revived younger and stronger Grave Ghosts to suffer at home.

Finally, the Grave Ghosts could complete a mighty summoning ceremony today.

Mist was rising above a pitch-black pool. An indescribable cloud of mist soon gathered.

The suppressive atmosphere masked the creepy ambiance in the cave directly.

The old ghost that was hosting the sacrificial ceremony stuck his head at the border of the pool while sensing the invisible force drilling his body. He lifted the rattan basket in his hands high.

There was an unknown dark brown liquid in the rattan basket.

The old ghost prayed as he lifted the rattan basket, "Oh, almighty Cthulhu, our mountain village is facing a crisis since the adventurers have been invading us frequently. Please give us the ability to keep the memories our souls!"

Although he said that, he was wondering whether such a request was actually too difficult to achieve.

However, God was omnipotent. He believed in that religiously. If Cthulhu did not respond, it would mean that their sacrifice was not precious and worthy enough.

"This is the honey our village has treasured for a hundred years! Please accept your slaves' sacrifice!"

He placed the rattan basket on the pool. A mysterious mist covered the rattan basket. Soon, the rattan basket disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, Boss Ke heard the request.

They wanted to keep their memories of their souls?

Was that not too much to ask for? What can He do to make keeping their memory of the soul possible for the believers?

Ke Meng flipped through his skill slots and checked them one after another. Keeping one's memory of the soul should be a soul skill. As an evil god, he had experience in controlling souls.

'Let me see what kind of soul skills do I have,' Ke Meng thought to himself.

All of the Grave Ghosts at the sacrificial ceremony heard the murmur that was messy. When it went into their heads, their heads felt like they were cracking. They also had faint illusions.

After a while, Ke Meng found a soul skill. It was called Soul Reaping.

"Soul Reaping: Reap a person's soul and put it away in a different dimension. It can be used as one of the crafting materials to make a ghost apostle. (Only applicable when the person is dead)."

Ke Meng understood it now. The skill was one of the steps to create a ghost apostle.

So, should he reap the ghost's soul?

Ke Meng glanced at the shaking Grave Ghosts. The sacrifice they sent was nothing gory or evil. Forget it. He would let them go this time.

He was too lazy to look further. He casually activated the Random Gain Magic that could be applied to a group of people.

Buzz...

An invisible wave spread from the pool. Some of the Grave Ghosts died when their bodies were imploded while some had tree branches growing on them whereas some turned into gigantic monsters.

Some turned into holy light on the spot and rose. The golden light rain exploded in the sky after a bang. The light rain was like arrows whereby they scattered around half of the cave.

Most of the Grave Ghosts were attacked by the light rain. They had four-fifths of their blood stats taken away. Some suffered critical damage from the light arrows and died instantly.

However, there were some fortunate fellows that elevated into elite monsters and earned the 'elder' title. They had high spirit stats.

Ke Meng ended the sacrificial ceremony in satisfaction after watching that.

It was impossible to agree to do whatever others' requests were. There was no such great thing in the world. As the ultimate boss, Ke Meng naturally did not have to care too much. He responded to their prayers with the Random Gain Magic directly. Total randomness was guaranteed since there was nothing in black and white at all. It was fair and square no matter whether it was the young or the old.

Ke Meng opened his eyes a while later. As expected, he saw a rattan basket on the floor.

It was pitch black in color and looked like a mystery. It gave a feeling that one was in the clouds or in the mist. It did not seem to be made of rattan, but more like a basket made of water.

There was dark brown honey in the basket. He had no idea what that was, and it seemed very bewildering.

The big, fluffy dog had woken up too. It was nudging Ke Meng lightly on the bed. It had grown bigger again, whereby its shoulder height was at least a meter tall. It was the size of a large dog breed.

However, Ke Meng had not increased its food intake. He maintained feeding it only one dried anchovy.

The fluffy dog whimpered, feeling wronged. Its master had a whole packet of dried anchovies in his hand, but he was only feeding it a little bit.

After feeding the dog, Ke Meng fed the cat. While feeding the cat, he stared into its eyes.

15 seconds later, he gained strange knowledge!

Ke Meng fell into a daze. He finally found out what the item the Grave Ghost Village had sent was.

"Honey. Everything that's been applied with the honey becomes confounding, making people imagine a puzzle of their own. Apart from that, it doesn't change anything or provide any gain in abilities."

The rattan basket itself was currently an item that had been applied with the honey. It gave Ke Meng a confounding sense whereby he imagined it was made of water instead of rattan.

It was a rare and strange item.

He wondered if the audience would experience such an effect from the honey if he made a video about it.

To test the effect, Ke Meng made up his mind to make Chen Momo the tester in the video later and ask her if she felt bewildered as well.

He put on a glove and moved the rattan basket to the side bedroom. Then, he set up the camera. 

Subsequently, he brought a toothbrush and shoved the bristles of the brush into the dark brown honey. He soaked it for two seconds and took it out. The bristles on the toothbrush were now dyed dark brown.

A couple of seconds later, the dark brown color vanished at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. The bristles soon turned back to its initial white color.

Ke Meng looked at the white bristles, feeling a sense of bewilderment.

It felt as if the toothbrush he was holding was a brand new craft combining modern chemicals and natural rock materials.

The bewilderment could not stop eating into his thoughts in the attempt to distort his perspective. It was trying to make him think that the toothbrush's bristles were made of rock while the toothbrush's body remained the same.

However, Ke Meng knew that it was fake. The bristles were not made of rock.

He recovered over ten seconds later. He stopped thinking that the toothbrush's bristles were made of rock. At the same time, he also stopped thinking that the rattan basket was made of water.

"You've successfully resisted the confusion. Resistance +0.1"

A notification came from the system, showing that Ke Meng's resistance stat was now 2.1.

"Eh, so I can gain resistance from this!" It was Ke Meng's first time finding out that he could gain resistance from a non-mission channel.

Also, from the system notification, Ke Meng understood how the honey worked.

The honey would affect the observer's brain through confusion, making the brain imagine an item that was confusing.