Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1415 - 1413 Calamity Strikes (28)

Luckily, I reacted quickly.

Based on previous experiences, realizing you’re dreaming should significantly increase resistance in certain aspects.

Otherwise, simply changing clothes would be a minor issue, but manifesting a bunch of characters in my head, followed by Alarakir forcefully pulling them back and trying to create a miracle—

Given my wide social connections, it would probably cause quite a mess.

This might even be one of Alarakir’s objectives.

You can see it from the performance of the Prism of Radiant Transformation; these Superior Beings usually like to achieve multiple objectives at once.

Fortunately, I applied the brakes in time, so there shouldn’t be anyone—squeak!

The thought hadn’t even completed in my head when there was a sound suspiciously like a door being pushed open not far away.

Hmm?

This was truly a bit beyond the expected change, making Fu Qian promptly "raise" his eyes to look.

A figure in black clothes with a narrow hat was standing outside the door.

...

You, a dignified Demigod, actually were the first to get caught?

Fu Qian couldn’t possibly not recognize this face.

With charisma as ever, the elite bookstore employee I personally hired, Su Gao, was quietly looking over.

Her gaze was undoubtedly fixed on my blind face.

Logically, Su Gao shouldn’t have any reason to fall into the Nightmare Corridor.

The only reason she’s here is the information fragments in the God Dream pulled from my soaked will.

As for why she responded so quickly, looking defenseless—

"I am dreaming."

Not scared by Fu Qian’s appearance at all, Su Gao slightly nodded, promptly stating her own state.

It turns out she wasn’t without resistance, but rather her resistance was too strong!

The Echoes are terrifying like this.

"Come in and sit."

The situation became much more reasonable, as Fu Qian made a gesture of invitation while looking behind Su Gao.

With her appearance, the place I had walked through recently had quietly changed.

The dull corridor with matching wallpaper was gone, replaced by an overly dense green.

As if standing under a jungle that obscures the sky.

As Su Gao smoothly stepped inside, the room also transformed in the same way.

The chandelier, the cabinet, the carpet, and even the bed behind me, all decorations vanished in an instant.

Replaced by three to five rows of old-fashioned wooden bookshelves.

This room, which wasn’t very big to begin with, suddenly felt even more cramped.

...

"Who is he..."

Clearly not minding this point, Su Gao walked over to Fu Qian’s side, then gestured to someone not far away.

The Interlocutor, whose expression was dazed from the start, sat there staring at her, the illusory eye above his head flashing wildly.

"A space-wasting bystander."

Completely understanding the impact of Su Gao’s appearance on the Interlocutor, unfortunately just having experienced workplace bullying, Fu Qian had no intention of introducing or explaining.

And his descriptor wasn’t used frivolously; surrounded by bookshelves, the small space became a bit cramped with one additional person and a chair.

"A true dreamer, how can she possibly..."

At this time, the Interlocutor, unwilling to be ignored, finally uttered an incredulous sigh.

"How could she come in and maintain such a stable state—"

Unfortunately, this question ultimately remained unanswered.

The next moment, the figure with the wing not yet fallen turned into a bubble, leaving only the abruptly halted thirst for knowledge.

Dead already?

Looking at the empty chair, Fu Qian, quickly reassessing the illusion of controlling the dream, was uncertain whether this change stemmed from Alarakir, or—

"Is this okay?"

Sitting beside him, Su Gao asked in a consultative tone, solving his confusion.

Casual dismissal, indeed.

...

"Well done, after all, that guy’s intelligence isn’t great, and he likes to express opinions all the time."

Fu Qian, with no rush, acknowledged Su Gao’s act of clearing the site.

The situation before his eyes was already very clear.

Not liking to lose control, Alarakir, after the second exchange with Wen Li and himself, decisively set up this trap.

Accelerating the invasion to a certain extent, utilizing the contact list in my mind to call the will of the real world into the dream, seeking more channels for infiltration.

Considering His dream being targeted, this behavior’s success rate was undoubtedly slim, yet He still did it.

My earlier judgment was accurate, He is really eager, not missing any exploitable opportunity.

Unfortunately, I quickly realized this, and the resulting resistance posed an obstacle to this plan.

Under such circumstances, the influence on characters in the contact list should be minimal.

Especially for a Demigod level like Su Gao.

Especially since she also has the "Echo" with automatic defense effects.

Unexpectedly, Echo’s effect might have been overly successful.

"I sensed a special connection and tried to respond, then entered this current state."

Listening to Fu Qian, Su Gao didn’t spare a second focusing on the Interlocutor, quickly explaining her situation.

Just as expected.

And her statement undoubtedly confirmed Fu Qian’s guess once more.

Although I stopped quickly, under excessively keen perception, Su Gao still detected this God Dream.

And the automatic defense from Echo allowed her to join here in a unique transcendental stance.

That’s why she could state she was in a dream and yet maintain the present stability.

From earlier until now, the illusory eye above her head has persistently remained open, yet without any signs of losing control.

This is just too useful!

In comparison, Fu Qian rarely felt the crudeness of his own fleshly ignorance.

"Mr. Fu’s situation seems quite unusual, do you need me to do anything?"

And among his amazement, Su Gao wasted no time, directly getting to the point.

It’s clear that this is her purpose; Su Gao is evidently not someone who casually responds to bizarre summons.

More evidently, it was hard for Fu Qian to deny the notion that the situation wasn’t too good.

...

"It’s alright."

However, how could it be difficult for a professional, Fu Qian still indicated not to worry.

Seemingly to prove this, he toyed with an eyeball in his hand, blew on it to make sure it wasn’t dusty, and placed it back into his eye socket.

He even chose the right eye socket.

Mainly he was curious from earlier, under the erosion’s influence, how it would feel if this left eye, which always provided sight, was placed elsewhere.

As expected, the result was marvelous, an art of minute manipulations.

"Previously went on a long journey, lost my way a little coming back, how about you?"

"...Still running around everywhere."

Though Fu Qian’s appearance and statement clashed with each other, Su Gao still didn’t doubt, rather described her situation as invited.

The next moment, she even remembered something, taking out an irregular die in her palm.

"This seems to really bring good luck."

"In the chase I just completed, I happened to discover another fugitive."

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