Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1376: Reverse Gift

“I am also just guessing, but the direction is too precise and singular.”

Facing the Witch’s probing question, Fu Qian didn’t keep secrets and quickly shared the thoughts he had earlier.

“The moment I arrived here, I confirmed that it was only your presence inside.”

“Rather than believing it randomly picks powerful beings as fuel, I am more inclined to think you are special for this masterpiece.”

“Another reason supporting this judgment is that, although the law holds a high status, even I can think of ways to evade confrontation, yet you seem to lack a struggle, which is irrational.”

“Really clever!”

The Witch listened intently and even her smile became more pronounced.

Of course, after the compliment, she couldn’t help but ruffle Fu Qian’s head.

“Your guess is correct… Now, would you like to guess why it’s special?”

“When the barrier was broken, you didn’t even exist, theoretically, you shouldn’t have any connection with it.”

For the Witch’s behavior of seizing every moment of advantage, Fu Qian did not care and focused on accepting the challenge.

“But you have mentioned a role called ‘mother’ before, and when providing me with pigment, you said ‘as a power of the same source, there is no essential difference.’

“So I am wondering if, for the law that reemerged after many years, this lineage might be what it locked onto?”

“And considering your ‘mother’ has long been dead, it’s only natural for you to become the target.”

“But in this case there would be a small contradiction, because you said she was hunted and then her blood was used to paint the World Within the Painting.”

“This seems somewhat unworthy of the identity of its source of legal power.”

While smoothly expressing his thoughts, Fu Qian did not forget to adjust his vocal cords.

By the time he finished expressing his thoughts, his voice replication was quite good.

“You remember it well.”

For his performance, the Witch seemed very satisfied.

So much so that she held back the impulse to ruffle his hair again.

“The statement about hunting originally came from the natives of the World Within the Painting, and its credibility is not that high.”

“I also lean towards the theory of a former source of legal power.”

An elegant tentacle stretched out, pointing to the withering vortex of law.

“It’s strange, a core part of its foundation seems specifically designed for me, which can be simply understood as a restriction preventing me from damaging it in any way.”

“Beyond that, after coming here, I really found my mother’s aura.”

“I can understand how you felt at the time.”

Speculation confirmed, Fu Qian was momentarily amazed by the situation the Witch described.

Relying on the power of the other, yet being able to impose such unreasonable restrictions back, is really against common sense.

It feels like there’s some unspoken mystery behind it.

“So you chose to leave a gift.”

Fu Qian naturally referred to the Dark Moon Ring.

“This is far beyond what you can contend with.”

The Witch sighed slightly.

“Even now, I don’t know how you managed it.”

“You can think of it as the power of a blank mind.”

Fu Qian had no intention to explain too much.

“But seeing you like this, could it be that the part that doesn’t bind you was just destroyed by me?”

“It’s not just that precise; you destroyed far more than a bit.”

“I spent quite an effort to control you when I awakened, obviously you’ve grown considerably during this time…”

The Witch couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle his hair again, but this time she missed.

The deformed head in her arms twisted away, her Temple Knight had quietly regained some control over his body.

“You’ve indeed grown very fast… Oh, I’ve also found some things.”

Shaking her head slightly regretfully, soon the Witch’s eyes sparkled, and she raised her hand to throw a pile of things in front of them.

Rattle Bell, pistol, Headcage…

Each item was undeniably familiar to Fu Qian.

There were even multiple rings.

It’s not unusual for a drunk person to drop things.

Considering the Witch’s previous descriptions, she must have put quite a bit of effort into finding these too.

…

“You have quite an interesting collection.”

Returning them to their rightful owner, the Witch, in a good mood, even threw in a compliment.

“Feel free to take any you like.”

Fu Qian responded by intensifying his generosity, directly offering gifts.

“Really?”

The surprise and delight seemed so natural, that the Witch didn’t hesitate to start choosing.

Even though still held in the embrace, Fu Qian’s generosity was evident, and he had no objection to this behavior.

“Is this alright?”

And worthy of being a Pontiff, the Witch easily overcame her indecisive tendencies and quickly pointed to a sparkling item.

Blasphemy’s Embrace, she really has a keen eye.

Fu Qian was a bit surprised by her choice.

Though it indeed suits the aesthetics, it was also the reward after first entering the World Within the Painting.

And also the tool to help the Dark Moon reveal itself and establish a connection.

Was her gaze this precise?

“Yes.”

Even so, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate.

“Thank you.”

The Witch looked at him for a few seconds, smiled, and indeed picked up the Blasphemy’s Embrace.

However, she didn’t immediately put it away but placed it on Fu Qian, causing the bow’s body to shimmer with light.

This is…

When the light dissipated, Fu Qian realized that something had been added to his mind.

“I only want this.”

After that, she put away the Blasphemy’s Embrace, the Witch said with a smile.

Of course, from now on, it was just a beautifully crafted bow.

The power originally attached enough to desecrate the Sun has been mysteriously transferred entirely to herself.

…

“The collapse of this will transmit to the real world, right?”

Praising the Pontiff’s thoroughness did not prevent Fu Qian’s quest for knowledge.

“Thinking of it now, isn’t it a bit too late?”

While helping Fu Qian pack up all the other things, the Witch asked, half-smiling.

“Regardless of the nature of those people, whether they are deceived, didn’t you ever think that what you’re about to do might lead to the demise of countless wills, heavily sinful?”

“I have thought about it, but those who know me well, know that the word ‘heavily sinful’ is far from enough to describe me.”

In face of such a soul-searching question, Fu Qian still responded calmly without any hint of guilt.

“Additionally, I trust your judgment.”

“Oh?”

The Witch seemed unsure of what he meant.

“You said this was a ravaged apocalypse, so no matter how stable it seems, I believe such a Leytin will only vanish in an instant.”

“… Not bad, I haven’t even managed to hold on to that belief all along.”

Fu Qian’s words made the Witch slightly silent, but soon she spoke again, even putting forward a suggestion.

“Would you like to go take a look?”