There’s a saying in the Divine Realm: Better to offend the top player on the points leaderboard than a Word Spirit user.
Because if he says you’ll die, you really will.
Jiang Heng thinks that’s bullshit.
When he says “Stop,” the price is a nosebleed and temporary blindness. When he says “Warm,” he loses his hearing. Every word he speaks drains some of his strength, and the price grows heavier each time. It’s never easy.
Later, someone tells him that this isn’t how Word Spirits are supposed to be used.
That person presses his wrist against the hollow in their chest.
“Say you want my heart.”
Jiang Heng freezes. “What?”
“Say you want it. It’s been yours since ten thousand years ago.”
It turns out that every time his Word Spirit backfires, someone else pays half the price for him. That person, who paid his debts, lies in pieces across the ground, waiting for him to gather them up, one by one.
