Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1410 - 1408 Calamity Strikes (23)

No wonder he was a superior being with the home-field advantage; once deciding not to hold back, his actions were indeed precise.

Veil had just been pulled in, yet she was already subtly infiltrated without realizing it.

Although her eyesight was not great, at such a close distance, everything was perfectly clear.

The drunken blush on Veil’s face was composed of tiny, identical red dots, swirling around each other like dancing insects—or perhaps they were insects.

Through a peculiar method, parasitic insects nestled within her flesh.

Fu Qian didn’t think this was some deep-level pollution that could pierce the barrier between dreams and reality, nor was it as severe as the boiling blood syndrome he’d witnessed before.

But such changes were enough to showcase Alarakir’s determination to recycle waste in this dreamscape.

With or without a hit, one still takes a swing; moreover, this was just the beginning.

Fortunately, as the root of all changes, the Return Edict he acquired from the Nightmare Corridor was finally proving its utility.

The Return Edict was indeed ineffective at dispelling the pollution on oneself, nor did it work on purging others’ pollutants.

What it seemed to dispel was the connection between the special guests and the dreamscape.

To put it simply, if Alarakir was unrestrained, he could arbitrarily pull the true forms of other characters into the dream.

And the Return Edict appeared to reverse this process, sending back those who were synchronizing.

A vivid example was that Veil’s blush wasn’t withering despite the continuously activated Return Edict; instead, it intensified.

Like an alarmed swarm, it swiftly coursed over her body.

"What’s wrong?"

In Veil’s confused expression, the illusory eyes on her forehead began to fade.

Fu Qian didn’t respond to this overly broad question because, in the next moment, the yet-to-dissipate eyes shattered, along with everything around them.

His disruptive behavior seemed to make this dreamscape’s only worth to Alarakir non-existent.

Before Veil could be utterly sent back, He chose to flip the table directly, ending the dream.

...

A bountiful harvest!

Veil’s face vanished, and a corridor with five doors reappeared before him.

Fu Qian’s attempt at pure spiritual pollution ended with no way out.

Yet, as a would-be escapee, he still expressed satisfaction with the journey.

Don’t be so narrow-minded; probing the depth of the superior being, showcasing the limits of a tool character—wasn’t that a gain?

On one hand, due to his firm spiritual manipulation, Alarakir was forced to expose a greater clarity than before, aiding judgment on subsequent actions.

On the other hand, the Return Edict’s table-flipping act clearly conveyed a tool character’s capacity for sabotage, helping Alarakir judge the measures for forthcoming actions.

Our tool characters have tempers too.

How can one see this breakout attempt as anything but a milestone achievement?

It even managed to secure an experimental subject for Heaven’s Commencement Institute, leaving behind a possible final ripple.

As for this path being blocked, what’s next?

"How was it, did the new channel yield anything?"

Having just appeared in the corridor for a few seconds, the Interlocutor’s voice came impatiently, seemingly long-expected.

Though the tone didn’t disguise that the main target of this anticipation was a report of failure, not newfound hope.

Entirely human nature, even the Interlocutor wouldn’t naively believe Fu would bring it along after forging a new path.

Only when both are mired in the mud could there be a chance to step on each other.

The Interlocutor must have been anxious when Fu took his time returning.

"Kept you waiting."

As a highly empathetic person, Fu Qian clasped his fists, elegantly apologizing.

"I lived up to expectations!"

...

Once more, reality proved that the Interlocutor, under its Dream Guardian state, could clearly see the scene in the corridor.

Because this time, silence set a record for its duration, Fu believed there was some visual shock effect inside.

"Did you really find another channel?"

Of course, their willpower was again proven, as, after the prolonged silence, the Interlocutor still resiliently spoke.

"Very close—successfully proven the other channels are impassable."

Fu Qian’s reply was firm and resolute.

"...Isn’t abandoning a bit too fast? It doesn’t seem like your style."

This obvious twist gave the Interlocutor’s cortex a good torment, but after all, it wasn’t someone to be easily toyed with, as it was the first to coldly laugh and question.

"Ha... there’s an old saying in my homeland, ’a gap is a gap, not understanding is not understanding.’"

How could Fu Qian fear such minor personal attacks, elegantly folding his hands behind his back?

"Casually defining my style will only imprison your judgment."

Still, despite the imposing momentum, Fu Qian didn’t share his findings about Alarakir’s real state.

It was a tacit understanding.

In Riet’s dream, after a mutual display between the tool character and the mastermind, a solid foundation for sincere cooperation had been laid, now it was time to express goodwill.

Like keeping Alarakir’s real situation secret before another tool character.

Given the keen wit revealed previously, Fu Qian believed that it would fully sense the goodwill behind this gesture and reassess the state of relations, all understood without words.

And importantly, knowing less might not be disadvantageous for the shrewdness of Brother Interlocutor.

...

"I sure don’t understand why, after escaping, you’d still return."

But alas, humans don’t thank logic.

The Grand Fate Ming Emperor with all his efforts, the honest but dull Interlocutor couldn’t quite get it, hastily seizing the phrasing to mock.

"So, are you planning to stay here like me, borrowing a bit of Alarakir’s strength?"

This with-a-sense-of-pride tone—what are you so smug about?

The Interlocutor’s full I’m-an-experienced-predecessor attitude immediately triggered Fu Qian’s disdain.

After one round of bottom-line-display, we’re now steadily advancing to the position of senior partner. How could a corporate slave who doesn’t even understand the situation compete?

"So, has anyone come?"

Ultimately, Fu Qian kindly refrained from shattering this self-grandeur, merely snorting.

"Not yet... be patient, I believe he will come."

"Believe..."

Fu Qian sneered with undisguised disdain for the Interlocutor’s business capabilities.

"So, do you have somewhere else to go? What use is staying in the corridor?"

Clearly receiving this point, the Interlocutor’s ego finally couldn’t hold on, sulkily flying into a rage.

"What do you mean? Do you think everyone is as insignificant as you?"

Fu Qian sharply countered.

"Plenty remember me fondly, and even more resent me beyond your imagination!"

Before the words were fully out, and not waiting for the Interlocutor’s reaction, Fu snapped his fingers and vanished from the spot again.

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