Chapter 812: Chapter 810 Wisdom of the Divine Chapter 812: Chapter 810 Wisdom of the Divine “Let me see where the head is.”
In the dim warehouse, Fu Qian, with the help of something barely qualifying as an arm, found the location of the head.
After confirming, his hand reached forward, grappling a heavy iron cage on the table.
Wait a second, it seemed he had forgotten something.
His mind creaked and, after a few seconds of stillness, Fu Qian released the iron cage and reached to the side.
The hand bell, heavier than the cage, was picked up without hesitation and he fiercely struck the head with it.
The sensation of pain was irrelevant now, but the sound that erupted inside his head undoubtedly stirred countless ripples, almost causing him to lose his current form.
However, the upside was that the chaotic thoughts were cleared.
The effect of the tranquilizer was indeed admirable, truly able to dispel the madness of the human heart.
In reflection, Fu Qian slowly lifted the Sweet Dream Cage and secured it onto the “head.”
Previously, he didn’t want anything to disturb his positioning of the Red Moon, but now he could isolate the gaze.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a blurred voice came through. When Fu Qian tried to open his eyes, he found it extremely difficult.
His eyelids felt as heavy as lead doors, his entire body as if encased in concrete.
The next moment, when he gathered his energy to slowly open his eyes, it felt as though countless fine needles were piercing his corneas.
However, eventually, his vision was restored.
In front of him was neither concrete nor stabbing needles–it was a… swimming pool?
Enduring the strangeness in his entire body, Fu Qian scanned his surroundings.
Currently, he was submerged in a pool of clear liquid, brightly illuminated by lights cast from above, covering every corner.
At a glance, it all looked like a classic swimming pool.
If anything were odd, it would be that the pool was unusually deep.
By regular standards of zones for children and adults, this one should be called the elephant zone.
At the same time, a colossal pressure from the body indicated that the pool was clearly not filled with actual water.
A similar place had been seen by him before.
And within it, was piled up what appeared to be clear water but was actually a crystalized special entity.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Fu Qian relaxed his body and quickly ascended.
The voice clearly came from the shore, and it had distinctive qualities.
Sweet, gentle, immensely enticing.
Just like being directly faced in Shangjing with an entity that had once claimed itself to be “Mom.”
As Fu Qian’s head emerged from the “water,” he immediately spotted a figure not far away.
Clearly a woman, her dress interwoven like strands of vibrant red spider silk, clinging to her body as if it had grown there, with the hem reaching her ankles, revealing bare feet.
As for the face, even at such close distance, there was still a sense of blurriness, indiscernible.
But the voice was unmistakable.
The latter inquired again, her voice soft, laced with concern.
“What are we looking for?”
Fu Qian, supporting himself on the edge, counter-questioned while surveying his surroundings.
Indeed, it appeared to be an indoor swimming pool, not very large, with no windows in sight, all light emanating from rows of bright tubes overhead.
“The thing you lost, you forgot?”
“I don’t know, but it was thrown into the pool.”
The latter showed no impatience nor provided any valuable information.
“Of course it was you who lost it, we need to hurry, we don’t have much time.”
The lady in the red dress said as she pointed to the side.
Fu Qian followed her gaze and realized that there was an electronic clock there.
The only problem was that it didn’t display the normal time, but a countdown instead.
Less than three hours were left.
Shouldn’t there be six hours? Had he slept that long?
His stiff mind rapidly became active, and a series of thoughts appeared in Fu Qian’s mind.
Without a doubt, the scene before him was not real, but rather something akin to a mental projection.
The side effects of the Sweet Dream Cage would appear after six hours, and the countdown might be related to that.
If that was the case, by the remaining time, he could deduce that it had taken him about three hours to recover to this point.
That was still acceptable, certainly better than Yasui Tokiyuki.
In the last scene before returning to the warehouse, Yasui Tokiyuki was clearly decapitated under the influence of the Red Moon and was completely “contaminated.”
Through the connection with the Red Moon, he could feel this very clearly.
It could be considered a significant victory.
Of course, the cost was also exaggeratedly high, with a loss of one hundred and forty SAN Points alone.
Indeed, Yasui Tokiyuki counted that he had smashed Valudo fourteen times, and the Pseudo-Divine Beings did the same.
Besides, there was the Delusory Steps Ring and the Mercy that he didn’t know if he could retrieve.
After evaluating his achievements, Fu Qian focused back on the present.
Considering the effects of the Sweet Dream Cage, if he was under absolute isolation, then what he saw now should not be a direct projection of the Red Moon, but at most a contaminated mental projection.
No surprise, his condition was naturally slightly better than Yasui Tokiyuki’s.
Given that his mind was already much clearer under isolation, theoretically, all he needed to do was remove the Headcage upon awakening and slowly dispel it with the Return Edict.
The only problem was, he couldn’t take it off.
Fu Qian could feel that his consciousness was entirely here, completely unable to touch the Headcage from the former dimension.
So, if he couldn’t find a way, would his consciousness remain trapped here while his real body just sat in the warehouse until death?
At that moment, the figure in front of him crouched down and even grabbed one of Fu Qian’s hands.
On the back of the hand, a fine cut was slowly bleeding.
“Be careful, I told you water would cut you.”
The lady in the red dress gently admonished, then her fingertips lightly traced over the back of the hand.
Where she touched, a dense network of red threads appeared, and they actually stitched the wound together.
She seemed quite pleased with her handiwork, holding and admiring it for a good while, seemingly reluctant to let go.
“If your whole body was , it would be even more beautiful, right? Hehe… haha… hahaha…”
The sudden bursts of laughter somewhat startled Fu Qian.
Wasn’t the transition a bit too sudden!
Wasn’t she just cautioning him about being cut by water?
However, considering the inherently unstable state of the Red Moon, a significant emotional fluctuation might be barely understandable.
And since he was under absolute isolation, this crazy lady in front of him, though a result of contamination, theoretically was a creation of his own mind.
[Current task has been updated, return Wisdom of the Divine to its rightful owner]
As he pondered, an extremely familiar voice appeared just in time.
Given the sudden and eerie prompt, Fu Qian was not shocked, but instead, he felt reassured and looked towards the pool again.
The Introduction to Sweet Dream Cage was indeed correct, in absolute self-isolation, it would nurture the Wisdom of the Divine.