Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1433 - 1431 Artificial Existence Core (1)

Task numbered 2.

Though the name sounds a bit wet and slippery, the moderate difficulty gives a sense of returning to a peaceful life.

While straightforwardly initiating the task, Fu Qian optimistically reviewed today’s work content.

Even having officially ascended to Pseudo-God, becoming one of the few high-ranking entities in this world, as a principled expert, he certainly wouldn’t let it affect his dedication to his work.

Even attending every duty.

It’s worth noting that even when traveling to the Other Shore of Stars, he didn’t miss a single punch-in.

Aside from professional ethics, whether it was the previous Night Holy City or the current hurricane rescue with a terrifying danger index, the warehouse showed a very positive cooperative stance.

Although he doesn’t consider it a personified entity, Fu Qian still doesn’t mind reciprocating respect.

For instance, understanding its urgency in maintaining world peace, cooperating with the hurriedly adjusted task cycles.

Compared to before, the illusory imagery permeating the warehouse this time is undeniably abstract.

Dark in hue, shapeless and intangible, like a suppressive glow while fluidly flowing and spreading...

Even though it’s hard to accurately describe, the impression it gives is quite clear, which is inexplicably nauseating, as if not wanting it to stick to oneself.

Fortunately, with the task confirmation, a prompt quickly appeared, preventing it from getting any closer.

...

[Today’s work begins, entering scene 2-020]

[Current SAN Points: 83, Current Inspiration: 99]

[Select the skills and items you wish to carry]

A convenient configuration of abilities and items, the style truly gets more correct.

Fu Qian, deeply satisfied with this, started the familiar process of selecting everything and confirmed it, taking along all the easily portable items.

[...8%...13%...21%...34%...55%...89%...100%, scene loading completed]

[As one of the world’s top bustling cities, Los also possesses a mystic atmosphere unmatched by other places.

Not because of belief, but for practicality.

Astrology, Necromancy, Divination... countless Spirit Media gather here, providing answers to questions, dispelling sadness, and even finding pets.

Although even among the best, the majority are just ordinary people, they firmly believe in their understanding of the world’s operational rules.

One of the consequences of this confidence is that Los is never short of events that challenge imagination, surpassing even its globally renowned port in activity.

But even so, the Night Watchmen there are not overly troubled.

Because they long ago used city legislation to delegate these events, which are mostly proven to be caused by ordinary people, to the police to handle.

And today, as one of the myriad Spirit Media, you will welcome your special visitor.]

...

The city where Spirit Media gather, Mysterious Sanctum City... it all sounds like Ms. Kisaragi Chie falling from grace.

And judging by the last sentence, this time I’m really going to be colleagues with this second-rate Diviner.

Even the business warehouse arranged it for me.

With the task introduction completed, Fu Qian silently reviewed in his mind while observing his surroundings.

I can only say––it completely lacks a mystical aura.

And quickly, he concluded.

No exaggeration, unlike Kisaragi Chie’s Fortune Teller’s Cottage, this apartment before me looks utterly ordinary.

Not too new, underfoot is a slightly cramped living room, through the balcony window, one can see the height is quite significant.

Outside, high-rise buildings abound, showcasing urban bustling compactness.

Not too surprising, the master truly works hidden in the city, operating in the CBD is only normal.

The only issue is that at a glance, the small living room is not only bright, but its decoration is simplistic, and there are absolutely no mystical items visible.

Not even a deck of cards.

Completely opposite to a Fortune Teller’s Cottage full of ambiance.

You can’t even tell what tools might be used for services.

Including the attire of the personnel, it completely lacks a Spirit Media style.

Fu Qian glanced at himself, with plain attire, wearing the unremarkable clothes of the most ordinary white-collar worker in the bustling city.

...

As expected of a place with intense competition, is contrast marketing done to such an extreme?

Yet, facing a scene not quite matching the task introduction, Fu Qian was filled with admiration in the next moment.

It’s well known that in fierce competition, to stand out, packaging is crucial.

When every mystic practitioner presents themselves with a masterly aura, the contrast created by simplicity and naturalness will become another form of packaging.

The person before me, undoubtedly achieves this limit, perhaps conflicting at first glance, but after a bit of thought, it must provoke a strong mental impact in every customer.

Strong individuals never complain about conditions, momentarily completing a self-profile and confirming the marketing strategy, Fu Qian walked to the side, clamping a business card from a box.

Standardized font, with a simple design, aptly adhering to the previous style, though the name...

While appreciating the consistency of the persona, the name without any job title made Fu Qian blink.

[Grimshaw]

Decidedly familiar, not long ago, in the Nightmare of imprisonment as Cannibal Painter, I used this name...

Though the warehouse’s assignments are always casual with identity, explaining it as mere coincidence in this mysticism-flourishing city is quite unprofessional.

Especially with more than one such coincidence.

Click!

After casually covering the simplistic business card box almost devoid of patterns, Fu Qian turned his head, examining his current appearance in a nearby tall mirror.

Certainly not his true face.

Brown hair, green eyes, features wise and gentle.

Aside from looking a bit younger, the resemblance to the face in prison is significantly minimal.

Upon realizing this in perception earlier, Fu Qian wondered if this face had more of a masterly aura and therefore was copied lazily by the warehouse.

But considering the completely matching name, it felt less like pure laziness. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Specifically using another world’s identity for disguise, does it imply to act discreetly?

Though the task prompts haven’t appeared, Fu Qian already had numerous speculations.

Meanwhile, the task introduction remained evidently professional.

Playing with the business card in hand, Fu Qian next lifted his gaze to the dark brown security door.

Behind the heavy door panel, a hand hesitantly raises and withdraws, seemingly struggling to make the decision to knock.