# 175
**Chapter 175: The Summoning Ritual**
"Great, just great!!" Li Yifei was so excited he looked like a two-hundred-pound child. "Finally, no more hand-washing clothes or dishes! You have no idea how many calluses I’ve got from all that scrubbing—I’ve had it rough!"
Lin Qiye nodded in satisfaction as he watched the Rubik’s Cube wash clothes at lightning speed.
This orderly was worth every penny…
Li Yifei turned to A Zhu, who was standing shyly to the side, and asked eagerly, "What about you? Got any special skills?"
A Zhu tilted his head, thinking. "I… I can sleep?"
Li Yifei: …
He turned to Lin Qiye, who just shrugged. "He doesn’t know anything, but he’s got potential. Teach him well."
Li Yifei sighed in disappointment. He’d hoped the boy had some hidden talent like the Rubik’s Cube, but it turned out he was just an ordinary kid.
Still, having someone to help out was better than nothing. He was already content.
He looked A Zhu over carefully, then pulled Lin Qiye aside and whispered mysteriously, "Qiye, isn’t he a bit too young? Aren’t you technically hiring child labor?"
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes. "Relax. He’s probably old enough to be your dad. And labor laws are meant to protect humans, not mysteries. Doesn’t apply here."
Li Yifei’s eyes widened. "What kind of黑心boss talk is that…"
He shook his head, walked up to A Zhu, and patted his shoulder. "A Zhu, right? Don’t worry. From now on, Big Bro Fei’s got your back. You don’t know anything now, but you’ll learn."
A Zhu blinked and nodded obediently.
"By the way, how are those two doing lately?" Lin Qiye asked.
"Nyx is the same as always—sunbathing and talking to herself. Merlin… he’s turning into a starfish less often, but still a headache. Lately, he’s into reading. Won’t leave the reading room," Li Yifei reported.
Lin Qiye nodded. "Not bad. Make sure they take their meds on time. I’m leaving those two in your hands. From now on, you’re the head orderly. Keep them in line."
Li Yifei’s mouth twitched. "I get it, but ‘head orderly’ sounds like some kind of terrorist title…"
Lin Qiye ignored the complaint and, with a thought, left the psychiatric hospital.
After he was gone, Li Yifei glanced at the Rubik’s Cube doing laundry, then leaned in close to A Zhu and whispered:
"A Zhu…"
"Mm?"
"You know how to play mahjong?"
"Ma…jiang?" A Zhu thought for a moment. "Is that the kind you can eat?"
Li Yifei: …
…
"Qiye, Qiye! Wake up!"
Baili Pangpang stood excitedly by Lin Qiye’s bed, shaking him. "Yesterday’s drill scores are out—you ranked first!"
"Oh." Lin Qiye replied lazily.
"Oh?" Baili Pangpang’s eyes bulged. "You scored 19 points—two whole points above second place! Aren’t you excited?"
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be? Isn’t that normal?"
Baili Pangpang: …
"Guess what I got?" Baili Pangpang asked eagerly.
Lin Qiye gave him a look. "Don’t tell me you’re the second-place guy?"
"Aha! You guessed it!" Baili Pangpang struck a smug pose, hands on hips. "Though I tied for second—someone else got the same score."
Lin Qiye sat up, checked the time, and headed out of the dorm.
"Where are you going? No training today," Baili Pangpang asked, puzzled.
"Just taking a walk."
Of course, Lin Qiye couldn’t tell him he was looking for a place to perform a summoning ritual. The power within the Rubik’s Cube’s corpse might fade over time, so he had to complete the ritual within the next two days.
Luckily, with his specialization in summoning magic, most materials could be skipped—but he needed a secluded spot.
He’d originally considered doing it inside the psychiatric hospital, but external objects couldn’t be brought in. That plan was dead. So, with no training today, he scouted the training camp for a quiet, isolated spot to use at night.
After a casual stroll, he settled on a safe location: the weapons storage warehouse.
Only three places in the entire camp had no camera coverage—all of them warehouses. One had been blown up by Shen Qingzhu yesterday. Another was right next to the instructors’ dorm. The last one was where Lin Qiye and the others had broken in to grab weapons.
Its metal door had been destroyed and hadn’t been replaced yet—too heavy to transport quickly. For now, it was sealed with a folding gate. Slipping in silently wouldn’t be hard for Lin Qiye.
He’d considered the dorm rooftop, but the ritual would emit light—too risky outdoors.
After weighing all options, the warehouse was the best choice.
Night fell.
Lin Qiye slipped out the window like a ghost, landing softly in black clothes that blended perfectly with the darkness of his God’s Ruins. He darted toward the warehouse, vaulted the folding gate, and landed inside.
He moved crates of firearms aside, clearing a large space in the center.
Crouching, he pulled a charcoal pencil from his pocket and began drawing.
Dimensional summoning magic was far more complex than random summoning. Since this was his first time, he also had to add a contract-binding step—making the process even more intricate. Once he signed a contract with a creature, future summonings would only require a drop of blood—no need to redraw the array. No time for that in battle.
After about ten minutes, he stood and examined the massive summoning circle. Every line intersected perfectly, forming a vast geometric pattern of stunning precision.
"That should do it," he murmured. He poured the Rubik’s Cube fragments into the center of the array, then bit his fingertip and smeared blood onto one corner.
The summoning ritual was ready.