Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 30
Chapter 30: Chapter 29: It’s Impossible to Work Overtime_1
[Tyrant’s Fist: Weapon]
[Effect: Can unleash the Scarlet Whip to ravage enemies, each lash causing the target to lose their sanity]
[The Tyrant’s fist, usually takes the form of a whip]
Fu Qian looked at his special kill reward.
It was the first time he had received a weapon after so long.
But the appearance of this weapon really challenged one’s imagination.
With such a domineering name as the Tyrant’s Fist, it was actually a ring!
This ring was clearly not made of metal, but rather of numerous lustrous fibers twisted together, its whole body a dark red, and even a bit warm to the touch.
Crimson frenzy? It was really hard not to associate it with that thing.
Fu Qian had never worn a ring in his life.
He picked up the Tyrant’s Fist hesitantly, made a domineering gesture with his right hand, and slipped the ring onto it.
His blood surged, and Fu Qian flicked his right hand, casting a whip made of twisted blood vessels and muscle that flashed through the air and disappeared.
The strength and speed were good, and the activation was quite concealed, almost as if his arm had extended.
Not bad, it seemed to make up for his lack of mid-range attack methods.
He had the Air Bullet for long-range before, and he feared no close combat, but with this thing, he could be flexible, long or short, firm and unyielding—bleh!
As for the effect of losing one’s sanity.
Fu Qian thought for a moment, flicked his arm, and whipped himself on the back with the Scarlet Whip.
Amidst the splattering of fresh blood, a burst of ferocious killing intent flashed through his mind and vanished.
Excellent!
After eating such disgusting things, there was finally some consolation!
Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction and reached out to touch the Mist Gate before him.
[Consuming 1 SAN Point to reattempt containment]
[…1%…5%…18%…50%…99.5%…100%, containment scene loading complete]
Now it was time to do his job.
Overtime was out of the question.
[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, Cat School]
[Weapon: Tyrant’s Fist]
[Current SAN Points: 32]
The glimmering waves, the Wen Family lakeside mansion once again came into view.
“Don’t look around!”
In the face of the serious Captain Gu, Fu Qian patted the shoulder of this slacker’s leader.
“I know.”
Sneaking in through broken columns, kicking in doors and smashing bowls.
With one kick he sent Miss Wen flying, turned around to smash an incoming stone pillar, then picked up Wen Li and made his way to the underground safe house.
The moment the safe house door closed, Fu Qian saw Young Master Ye, alerted and rushing over, being firmly held back by Master Ji.
…
“How long do we have to stay here?”
In the safe house, faced with Wen Li’s question, Fu Qian once again held up a finger.
“A week?”
“No, it’s an hour.”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“If you’re not at Sixth Phase in an hour, I will peel off — your skin!”
…
“I’m sorry, but this is an impossible task for me, maybe you could just get started.”
Wen Li stared blankly at Fu Qian’s face, then after a while, let out a bleak smile.
“This was never your mission.”
Fu Qian blinked.
“Come out!”
“I don’t understand what you mean…”
Wen Li’s eyes were full of confusion.
Crackle!
The heavy metal tabletop was yanked off once again by Fu Qian.
The next moment, the tabletop was hurled overhead, directly shredding the mouth of the ventilation duct and solidly blocking it.
With a resounding boom, the entire safe house couldn’t help but shake.
“You have 58 minutes left.”
Fu Qian continued to watch Wen Li with an expressionless face.
The latter stared straight back at Fu Qian, and after a long while, her face broke into a smile.
“I really can’t deal with you! But is one hour really not enough?”
The previous pitiful hesitance had vanished, and Wen Li walked elegantly to the side and sat down.
Just as I thought, I knew there was something strange about you.
“How should I address you?”
“Wen Li is fine, isn’t it? Essentially, I am the same person as her.”
“Wen Li” blinked, crossing her legs and propping them up.
“Even though I don’t know why you insist on me coming out, it’s quite nice to have someone to talk to.”
“Many times, having a talent is not a fortunate thing.”
“Over many years of growth, being forced to listen to countless people’s innermost thoughts, sensing their emotions—those voices are so noisy that you might forget what your own original feelings were.”
“Amidst endless troubles and hesitations, one day, ‘I’ became ‘we’—”
“Nice storytelling, but unfortunately, I hate when my time is wasted.”
Before “Wen Li” could finish, an Air Bullet grazed her forehead, causing a stinging pain on her scalp as countless strands of hair fell.
“You can be anything, but you are definitely not Wen Li.”
Fu Qian withdrew his hand, saying lazily.
“Why would you say that?”
“Wen Li” sat up straight, her expression becoming grave for the first time.
Nonsense, if you were a split personality product of Wen Li, I wouldn’t bother with you.
No matter which one of you advances to the Sixth Phase, my mission is complete, and afterwards, you can do whatever you like.
But the problem is, last time Wen Li clearly succeeded in advancing to the Sixth Phase, yet the notification I received was that the ‘Wen Li’s Death’ mission failed.
The only explanation is that even within the same body, this thing is a completely different entity from Wen Li.
This is also the reason Fu Qian only gave an hour this time, and the threat changed from stripping and throwing out to killing directly.
Last time, this entity never showed up in the face of the stripping threat, indicating she didn’t care much about that.
Sure enough, Wen Li was terrified by the threat of being stripped, but now she seemed resigned to her fate, and this entity clearly cared more about life and came out immediately.
Of course, Fu Qian wouldn’t divulge these thoughts, just snorted coldly.
“I have been wandering around for many years, seen countless women, and have long developed discerning eyes—your trivial tricks can’t fool me!”
You are free to keep making things up, but just a friendly reminder, you only have 50 minutes left.”
“You can call me Yvette.”
The fake Wen Li’s expression completely cooled down.
“You are indeed somewhat unique!”
“Thank you for the compliment, can you reveal your true origin?”
This was indeed something Fu Qian was curious about, intuitively it was the key to Wen Li’s connection with the containment item.
[2-292; Cocoon Chamber]
“You guessed right, I was born from her, but I am indeed not her.”
“But what I said earlier, was not entirely false.”
“The pain and confusion Wen Li encountered were real, and I was born from the intense emotional turbulence that couldn’t be dissipated. Of course, she never knew about my existence. In a sense, I am the power of the Transcendent itself; Wen Li is just the soil in which I grew.”
“For this reason, as long as she can advance to the Sixth Phase, I will be able to fully revive from inside her, and she will vanish forever.”
“I believe the things I’ve said have shown enough sincerity, right?”
Yvette fixed her gaze on Fu Qian.
“No matter what your goals are, I must tell you clearly that it is impossible to advance to the Sixth Phase within an hour.”
“Now I have completely taken over the body, and with the accumulation having reached its limit, all you need to do is give me one more day—no, five hours, and I will be able to attempt to fulfill your request.”
Yvette broke into a sweet smile, grabbing Fu Qian’s hand and pressing it onto her dazzlingly white thigh.
“During this process, I don’t need to be so quiet; you can use the extra time however you want.”
The touch was smooth as if touching condensed milk; Fu Qian looked carefully and, even with the most critical gaze, couldn’t find a single flaw.
“Coincidentally, I happen to have some special skills for use.”
