Chapter 575: Chapter 575: Adults Should Have Self-Awareness_1 Chapter 575: Chapter 575: Adults Should Have Self-Awareness_1 “`
This is even more exaggerated than disturbing a witch!
At this moment, faced with Liliyana’s two brilliant eye sockets, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel emotional.
He could feel that the moment he disturbed her, he was targeted and a special connection was established.
The spiritual shock that followed was many times stronger than the fragmentary thoughts Wen Li unwittingly accepted.
This act, almost like forcefully pressing a Spiritual Imprint onto the brain, was far more vicious than merely scratching someone with a paw.
In the midst of a tingling sensation, Fu Qian watched as the surface of his skin flickered with colors, granules bulged, and eventually converged into a glaze similar to the one on Liliyana’s body.
“Little Lily, the unit actually understands your feelings,” he said.
However, instead of retreating in the face of such a transformation, Fu Qian stepped forward and crouched in front of Liliyana.
At the same time, he spoke earnestly and with heavy concern.
“I can very much empathize with your feelings,” he continued.
“But as you can see, the work is so intense, the tasks so heavy, and we are already short-staffed.”
“If you take leave to get married now, it will be even more difficult to carry on with the work. What about the year-end targets?”
“Moreover, we must follow objective rules; if you want to go home to get married, you should at least have a boyfriend first, right?”
Perhaps Fu Qian’s attempt at reasoning had an effect because, although Liliyana still faced this way, her crying gradually ceased.
Simultaneously, the homesickness in Fu Qian’s mind also somewhat subsided.
“That’s more like it, understanding is everything,” he rejoiced.
Fu Qian felt quite relieved for a moment, and stood up, hand on his knee.
“Thank you for listening to my ramblings. If you have any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me–”
The next moment, Fu Qian’s earnest advice was interrupted by a roar unlike any human sound.
“I don’t want to work–”
The roar was so intense it was akin to thunderous waves, causing Fu Qian’s vision to blur and thousands of unidentifiable flying objects to appear.
Under the colorful radiance, accompanied by bouts of dizziness in his temples, he felt slightly tipsy.
Anyway, at least there was a new term now.
Although it seemed to be just a combination of the previous elements.
Feeling the strong negative emotions of wanting to shirk work rising within, Fu Qian didn’t resist too much but let his cognition be wildly stirred, letting them twist his will.
This state seemed to also reflect back to Liliyana.
“My name is Liliyana,” she said.
“Watching” Fu Qian, her crying even gradually stopped, and she spoke more smoothly.
“Consciousness is unstable, must transform into a physical entity quickly to withstand the tide…”
After reiterating her name, she suddenly murmured to herself again.
Tide? There’s a tide in this place?
Upon hearing this, Fu Qian instinctively looked around, observing the colorful flowing lights.
Is this why Liliyana turned out ? Is she now some kind of non-physical entity, confused by the tide she mentioned?
“Transforming into a physical entity–”
Just then, a high-pitched roar, as if from the depths of the soul, interrupted Fu Qian’s thoughts.
Feeling like he was being targeted by some beast, the next moment, Liliyana’s body silently expanded into a shapeless form before Fu Qian’s eyes.
Unfortunately, the glaze on her body didn’t expand with her, and as it stretched, her entire figure became strangely misshapen, even causing her head to sink down to chest level.
Despite the eerie appearance, the phantom form moved quickly, almost instantly lunging at Fu Qian.
It looked like he wouldn’t be able to get any more information; her consciousness really was fragmented!
At the same time, Fu Qian let out a sigh in his heart.
The reason he did not resist too much and allowed the Spiritual Imprint to wreak havoc was to see how much consciousness Liliyana still retained and whether he could find any valuable information in it.
Unfortunately, at this moment, it was clear that her consciousness had long been eroded away, leaving only a few obsessions.
After all his efforts, she had only managed to piece together the thought of seizing his body.
“Cease disrupting my way!”
Facing the phantoms that spread around him, enveloping him completely, Fu Qian snorted coldly and raised his hands.
“Work brings me joy!”
Tendril Barrage Devastator!
The next moment, black and red tendrils exploded from his body, indiscriminately bombarding everything around him, crushing all they touched, including the seemingly intangible phantoms.
After the phantoms dissipated like bubbles, there was no sign of the tendrils stopping as they continued to extend upwards.
In the end, amid the chaos of crashing noises, debris flew and walls crumbled.
This ancient and magnificent building had now lost a corner.
Through the devastation, one could see a vast and boundless world outside the building, with bewildering light flowing everywhere.
As Fu Qian observed, that sensation of being watched returned.
This time the intensity and quantity had drastically increased, the pressure so immense that Fu Qian could feel his body rapidly and subtly becoming imbalanced.
What a dangerous place.
In his reflection, the tendrils curled up an item from the ground, and Fu Qian locked onto that strand of information from his own body and chose to return.
As the imagery shifted, the sensation of being unsteady quickly dissipated.
In the gradually sharpening field of view, the first thing Fu Qian saw was Wen Li outside the counter.
At this moment, she looked puzzled, still staring at her hand through the Headcage.
The flow of time seemed different on each side; only a few breaths seemed to have passed here.
Seeing no sign of impatience on Wen Li’s face, Fu Qian cleared his throat lightly and nodded.
“The moment to witness a miracle has arrived.”
The next instant, his gripping hand slowly opened, and the earring was no longer there.
In its place lay an extremely smooth polygonal sheet, as reflective as a mirror, seemingly capable of reflecting any information.
Ever since she had put on the Headcage, Wen Li had subconsciously avoided anything that might reflect her appearance.
Yet, to her utter surprise, she found herself looking at a mirror here, and her bizarre appearance was directly presented before her eyes, making it somewhat unbearable to look at.
“It has a Prison System aesthetic to it; I think it suits you better than an earring,” Fu Qian commented seriously on the side.
Just as Wen Li was about to say something, a ringing suddenly came from her.
Instantly, her expression turned solemn, and she deftly answered the phone.
But within just a few seconds, she became puzzled again, though her expression eased,
“Father and my aunt have gone swimming together, they seem to be in much better spirits.”
After hanging up the phone, she looked at Fu Qian with an almost disbelieving murmur.
“So what did I say, it was just normal anxiety.”
Fu Qian wore an expression of no surprise whatsoever.
“When you’re an adult, you need to have some self-awareness, the so-called returning home for three days, detested by both man and dog.”