Chapter 612: Chapter 612 Turmoil (36)_1 Chapter 612: Chapter 612 Turmoil (36)_1 The Sweet Dream Cage was indeed sharp.
Facing the compound eyes that were continuously gathering towards him, Fu Qian was actually very satisfied at this moment.
The fact proved that his SAN Points didn’t move at all; when this thing had set its sights on him before, he had lost five points at once.
Of course, the only problem was that when his body increased in size, his head couldn’t enlarge synchronously, which made his appearance somewhat unique for a moment.
But these were merely details. In the next moment, Fu Qian took a deep breath; his ferocious arm pierced through the compound eyes and deeply into the flesh of Hamadus.
Visceral Critical Strike*3
This time, Graceful Release finally triggered.
And under this terrifying strike, Fu Qian seemed to hear a chaotic wail, cutting through the loud commotion, sweeping across the entire dock.
The struggling body finally began to disintegrate.
Various chaotic flesh creations crumbled from the massive body, decaying and falling into the sea like raindrops.
And the strange compound eyes within the flesh also withered and shattered unwillingly, disappearing without a trace!
Watching Ariel, who turned and left without a second’s delay, Fu Qian took a breath and rapidly reduced in size.
But even after dispelling the enormity and Mythical Form, the furious output just now caused the Godblood Curse to spread quickly.
At this very moment, many parts of his body already felt somewhat alien, scales even growing out regardless of location.
But none of this was important. After completing the task, everything would automatically recover. Hold on–
Seconds later, looking at the surging sea and hearing the noise that had not yet dissipated, Fu Qian realized that the prompt for successful containment had not appeared.
It’s still not completed?
Everything seems to meet the requirements, right?
The people on the shore are still yelling, and Ariel even ran away.
Fu Qian recalled the content of the containment conditions.
[Before the commotion ends, thoroughly destroy Hamadus.]
The commotion definitely hasn’t ended, but the task hasn’t been completed–the only explanation is that Hamadus hasn’t died.
But given what just happened, Hamadus appeared to be completely annihilated.
An entity that’s clearly dead, but isn’t dead… unless that “clearly” is false?
Staring at the tumultuous sea, Fu Qian quickly used the process of elimination.
Could it be that he’s not in the real world at the moment?
But this also seems too fantastical. The last time the commotion ended and Rom’s usurpation was successful, his task failed directly, and there was no hint of unreality.
Someone doesn’t accept such a future.
Regarding this strange situation, Fu Qian thought of an explanation in the next moment.
Some force only accepts the result where he fails the mission, which is Hamadus being successfully twisted into Rom, the commotion ending, and the Native Council’s plan a great success.
And they don’t want to accept the current outcome.
Because it is not accepted, so all of this has not become a reality.
Is it “Them”? Fu Qian recalled the manuscript found in the Old Theological College.
If that’s really the case, then this entity is truly powerful, not only coordinating with the Native Council to plan this hunt but also directly denying all futures that resulted in failure.
Only allowing a successful future to become reality.
No wonder it’s a task with the number 1, involving full status!
Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire for a moment.
At this moment, the raging whirlwind was rapidly condensing beside him, and at the same time, a soul-soothing sigh appeared once again.
Chelphus, Cassandra, two Demigod Night Watchmen were rushing over on horseback.
Not surprising, after all, the commotion here was truly massive.
In the midst of the noise, Fu Qian smiled and snapped his fingers, activating his Transcendence.
I know you don’t accept this future.
But don’t be afraid, I’ll accept it for you.
“Your coffee and dessert, please enjoy.”
A familiar voice sounded in his ears.
Appearing in the coffee shop for the third time, Fu Qian immediately turned his head to look at his left hand.
Initiating Transcendence wasn’t simply a matter of trying again.
Facing such a method of the Divine Beings, blind attempts would bring about no change.
Fu Qian believed that if that moment just now existed, then there must be an explanation.
Merely defining it as an unreachable future wouldn’t fool the warehouse.
Otherwise, there would be no need for this mission at all.
The most reasonable explanation Fu Qian could think of was that from a certain point onward, that higher being negated everything that happened afterward as its own delusions, failing to let them truly occur in history.
The cognitive influence forcefully caused by this higher being’s intervention was theoretically impossible to guard against.
Fu Qian could easily think of several points, such as when the Godblood Curse affected him, making his will unstable and vulnerable to intrusion.
Or even earlier, when he witnessed the bizarre symbols at the Old Theological College without any guard, could he have been subliminally influenced?
Even earlier, perhaps the group psychic influence that Old Master Camus released at the beginning had actually had a certain impact on him, catching him off guard.
Everything that happened afterward was extrapolated from his chaotic will under the subsequent obstruction and observation of the higher being.
As long as there is the slightest possibility of a reasonable explanation, it will inevitably become a loophole.
This is the real method of the Divine Beings.
Unfortunately, there is one thing he could be sure of–the point in time had to be later than the moment he was currently in.
Otherwise, there would be no need for this mission at all.
And as long as that was the case, there was a way.
Without delaying a second, Fu Qian immediately put on the Sweet Dream Cage over his head.
In his last attempt, he had put this on only when the commotion began, considering the side effects of wearing it–wearing it for more than six hours at a time would result in falling into a sweet nightmare.
He hadn’t experienced this sweet nightmare yet, but given that the item came from the Nightmare Corridor, the effects were bound not to be simple.
And from now until the hustle and bustle of tomorrow, it was comfortably over twenty-four hours.
But it didn’t matter, a bad file was better than a rollback.
Nightmares and delusions matched up all too well.
“Young people always manage to be impressive.”
Amidst the roaring in front of him, Old Master Camus’s commentary came through.
This Fourth Phase Transcendent had already risen from his seat, smiling as he sized up Fu Qian.
Clearly, he mistook Fu Qian for a youngster with an eccentric taste in spirituality.
“What a pity, though, the outfit is still too eye-catching.”
The next moment, he shook his head, giving up on the idea of parasitizing Fu Qian’s body and turned to look at others.
Then, in the next instant, his head continued to turn, separating completely from his body.
“There are these unexpected benefits, as well.”
Casually taking out the humanoid silhouette attempting to flee, Fu Qian shook his head.
After donning the Headcage, the old man gave up on the idea to lift the mask due to its style, even presenting his back to him, which was overly cooperative.
The opera house, the Old Theological College, Cross Square.
Soon the cultural city of Dunis was again left with the legend of the Rebirth Club.
And as the sky grew dim, Fu Qian, who kept his achievements unheralded, was already sitting at the edge of the seafront, gazing out at the endless waters.
According to the content mentioned in the mission brief, beyond this stretch of water lay the legendary Sea of Ashes.
And hidden there were the clues left by a predecessor.
Unfortunately, even with the effects of the Sweet Dream Cage, he still couldn’t find anything more.
And at this very moment, the six-hour limit was fast approaching.