Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1375: Chapter 1373: The Fallen Guest Empire (End)

The survival instinct is truly a good thing.

Not only can it be unearthed in most individuals, but it is usually quite intense.

Fu Qian felt a deep sense of gratification at the proactiveness displayed by the agents.

As you wish…

Though the former, frequently educated, did not speak again, his demeanor clearly embodied the phrase.

His hand reached into the cleaved chest, and what was slowly extracted this time was a miniature tree, seemingly grown from a flowering spine.

And in the next moment, he thrust it directly from top to bottom into his head.

Boom!

In that instant, Fu Qian felt as if he had transformed into a candle, igniting from his forehead.

The blood pump, which was already frantically extracting vitality, had its pipe diameter seemingly increased tenfold.

The countdown almost immediately entered the stopwatch phase.

Fu Qian believed that the agent brother was suffering no less than himself.

Because that faceless head was truly on fire.

That most fundamental manifestation of self, withering bit by bit into fragments, dissipating into the mist—illuminating the path forward.

The ripples truly became clear, and the will which merged into the mist could finally sense an abstract trajectory, thereby tracing it backwards.

“Did you feel it?”

And after a reckless and consequential pursuit, the cold, lofty concept pointed at finally became clearer, followed by a concise hint from the Nightmare Spokesperson.

“Lock it, break it, at any cost.”

“And then don’t think about making any small moves.”

Indeed, compared to the operation tips, the security module is much more detailed.

“Otherwise, even if you break free a step faster, I will let this curse infect you first, just like what you did—what are you doing!”

Not receiving a response, it abruptly interrupted its threat.

Because a completely incomprehensible change had occurred.

The one who came seeking a way to lift the curse showed no intention of responding to the call given this opportunity attained at extreme cost.

On the contrary, he seemed to be fully pursuing the source of that connection.

“You really are mad—trying to use this method to kill me?”

And after another compliment, the agent brother seemed to have thought of something.

“Do you think my form of existence will crumble before our lives together reach zero?”

…

“Truly a mad fool!”

…

“Are you overestimating yourself?”

…

“Fine, let me see if you’re really not afraid of death.”

Every silent advance represented the agent’s endless determination and killing intent.

Unfortunately, even so, he received no further response.

…

Found it.

Through enormous cost, the connection slowly yet firmly became clearer.

Finally, at some moment, Fu Qian seemed to truly touch the other side.

It didn’t resemble a human dwelling.

Backed by the Stars Association, in the vast dark land, the law patterns previously seen countless times were growing freely like true flowers, stretching and twirling into a giant vortex, ultimately extending to the sky.

Even resonating distantly with the Stars Association on the other side, connected in an inconceivable way.

And between the vortices, a faint, truly flame-like Bai Shuang, soothing and nourishing all of this.

The ‘blood’ that was madly drawn from himself was converging there.

Of course, it would soon run dry; the current intensified state of bleeding was consuming not just vitality, but self-concept.

Like an ice cream already down to the cone phase.

“You… madman…”

Meanwhile, the agent’s endless resentment had long converged like a sea.

As the supreme of nightmares, under the gods, being forcibly burned as radar fuel was hard for anyone to accept.

In such a severe deadlock, even cooperation to sever the connection would never end well.

Fortunately, he never intended to sever it.

Of course, he wasn’t interested in seizing the opportunity for murder either, as it worried him.

Fu Qian rapidly considered various killing techniques to choose a suitable method of self-termination. Meanwhile, he casually gouged out an eyeball, trying to throw it over following the connection, as if afraid the cone wouldn’t be eaten quickly enough.

[Task Complete, No. 1-119 Contained Successfully]

Yet at this moment, a slightly unexpected prompt suddenly appeared.

The previously mixed state of self also cleared with it.

Turning around, the last scene Fu Qian saw was the black fluid body, maintaining a posture of staring this way, exploding into turbulent flow from head to foot bit by bit.

In an instant, various bizarre creations flooded everywhere like a bag of ruptured wet garbage.

Self-awareness had been completely annihilated, even before its ‘blood’ was drained dry.

“After all, just an agent.”

This scene gave Fu Qian a moment of melancholy.

As is known, with crazy losses, fund managers who used to rule over wind and rain are always the first to face capital backlash.

Thus, one shouldn’t talk nonsense, as it seemed to have spoken a prophetic word, truly losing this fearless challenge.

Moreover, the Holy Relic of the Fallen Star Clan seems to be about to increase again.

“Thank you for your hard work and effort. You are the major contributor to this project, Mr. Nameless.”

Accompanied by this solemn requiem, the scene before the eyes turned, and the cross street corner reappeared before them.

And the bare feet, just like the last task completion, finished this step.

Only this time, the step was noticeably heavy, even causing the entire person to stand a bit unsteady.

…

[Task Evaluation: Dark Branch Fallen Hand]

[As a shadow of reality, a nightmare led by multiple forces was created, nurtured, and expanded as a channel for breaking the law’s protection.

However, as more and more people fell into it, even the devout believers of the law couldn’t escape. It ultimately failed to function, witnessing only the fall of Leytin.

The ignorant victims, in contrast, managed to preserve complete will due to this ignorance.

This malicious Dark Branch became an alternative shelter for their hiding.

Unlike the correct ones who endured endless doomsday torment.

Though the source of malice had left long ago, the remaining power gathered over a long period, giving birth to the consciousness named agent.

As the only existence in the nightmare who knew the truth, it maintained the stability of this place and the inversion in everyone’s perception until the day the law reappeared.

The inexplicable changes caused a tear in the nightmare far beyond its capacity to withstand.

Yet it still used every method to resist because it represented falling and annihilation for it.

This behavior couldn’t alter the result but could increase distortion and pain.

Until an unbearably Fallen hand forcibly tore everything apart, allowing Dark Branch and reality to be uninterruptedly connected together.

Many spirits would awaken in their ways, and tomorrow would be a new day.

Although there may not be more tomorrows]

[Kills: None]

[Reward: SAN Points +20]

[Special Reward: Copper Fishbone Hook]

[Current SAN Points 84, Current Inspiration 99]