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Not long ago, Tang Lin was browsing a certain online community when he saw a post. If Cthulhu could be summoned by humble humans, why couldn't humans be summoned by ants?
The amusing answer from the respondent went like this: "That's right, if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house, I would definitely notice this and try to figure out what's going on. If I were unhappy, I might even step on them."
"That's why during an Evil God summoning ceremony, you must spell the Evil God's name correctly and get the pronunciation right. Imagine if you saw a group of ants spelling out your name. It'd be hard not to notice them. Then the ants would think you must help them—just because they spelled your name right."
"Then you'd be curious and wonder, okay, okay, I suppose I should see what you want. Generally, their wishes are something like 'help me kill another ant' or 'give me a pile of sugar.' Then you'd think, well, that's easy, doesn't matter at all, and this is just too interesting, you'd have a great story to tell your friends: there's a bunch of ants chanting my name and asking me for sugar hahaha."
"Sometimes the ants would make requests that are not easily fulfilled, like a female ant saying, 'I love another male ant, but he doesn't notice me, great master, please make me unique to him.'"
"Whoa, that's too difficult! You don't understand the silly hormones of little ants. Left without options, you'd stomp all the other ants to death besides the two of them. Haha, now isn't your wish fulfilled? Then the initially expectant female ant would whisper in trembling fear, 'What have I done?'"
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When Tang Lin read this response, he found it interesting and gave it a thumbs-up, never expecting he would one day truly encounter this situation.
Having just finished the college entrance exam, Tang Lin surpassed all expectations and got into a prestigious university. It was like having a get-out-of-jail-free card, allowing him to do as he pleased at home.
At two in the morning, he lay in bed, planning to play with his phone for a bit longer before sleeping. On a normal day, staying up this late would have led to a thorough scolding from his parents.
Just as he was about to give up after losing five ranked matches in a row, a strange voice suddenly appeared beside his ear.
"You have received a summoning request, do you wish to respond?"
The emotionless voice, indistinguishable in age or gender, startled Tang Lin so much he nearly fell off the bed.
"You have received a summoning request, do you wish to respond?"
It came again, barely two seconds apart. This eerie, hallucinatory voice resurfaced.
Tang Lin was certain that it wasn't an illusion this time, but no matter how much he searched under the bed and in the closet, he couldn't find the source of the voice.
Tang Lin was always bold, the kind who could watch horror movies without nightmares, so upon hearing this voice in the middle of the night, he didn't disturb his parents and instead began to study this peculiar phenomenon.
At first, the emotionless voice repeated every two seconds, with the content and speed exactly the same, like a replay.
After listening a few times without noticing any differences, he turned on his phone's recording feature, trying to record the sentence by placing it to his ear.
It turned out the phone couldn't capture any sound, as if the sentence was directly transmitted into Tang Lin's mind.
Then Tang Lin tried blocking his ears, closing his eyes, holding his breath, and even putting on headphones to play loud music. None of these actions affected hearing the voice, confirming to Tang Lin that it wasn't his imagination.
If it were hallucinations from mental issues, it couldn't be so precise to appear every two seconds, nor could it continue while holding his breath to the point of nearly suffocating.
Facing this eerie voice, Tang Lin tried greeting it warmly, cursing it fiercely, and responding by singing "Big Bowl Thick Noodle" among other things.
But this unidentified presence seemed genuinely emotionless, with no reaction at all.
"This isn't scientific. Maybe it likes Cai Mokun more?"
After this prolonged exchange, and realizing the voice had no harm besides repeating itself, Tang Lin finally couldn't contain his curiosity.
When the voice appeared for the seventy-eighth time, Tang Lin replied, "Respond to summon."
This time, it did respond. The emotionless voice finally changed its content.
"You have responded to the summon, gaining 100 points of Wish Power, establishing connection..."
Tang Lin instantly became spirited. Why did this sound so much like a system in an online novel?
The feeling of ascending to the peak of life filled him with great anticipation for everything to come.
"Connection established, initial communication starting."
After a brief pause, the voice in Tang Lin's ear seemed to change. It was no longer that emotionless voice but transformed into a rapid stream of gibberish English.
"Probably... English."
Tang Lin couldn't understand most of it, as he had discarded all his English knowledge and textbooks right after the exams. Human memory is fragile; thousands of English words he used to have on fluency were mostly forgotten as soon as he relaxed.
Listening to this seemingly heavily accented English, other than common words like "we" and "help," he understood nothing else.
"I can't understand; can it be translated?" Tang Lin said helplessly.
"Barrier-free translation requires consuming Wish Power, do you wish to select the translation function?" the emotionless system inquired.
"No need, I'll use cloud translation."
Without the system's reminder, he could guess that Wish Power would be an important figure, too valuable to waste on translation.
With today's advanced technology, Tang Lin felt that he, as a modern person, couldn't become reliant on the system for everything.
The phone couldn't record the sound in his mind, but by repeating it, getting the pronunciation somewhat right could allow him speech-to-text translation.
It must be said, technology today is truly advanced, even his second-rate pronunciation could be identified, offering several similar phonetic interpretations.
With this stuttering translation, Tang Lin roughly understood most of it: "Erebor Dwarves... praying... offering half of the wealth... ancient Giants... please save us..."
That was roughly the gist of it. The ancient Giants might have been a translation error, but the mention of Erebor Dwarves piqued Tang Lin's interest, as he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.
Tang Lin looked at the description on the translator: Erebor Dwarves, characters in the works of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.
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