Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1386 Calamity Strikes (1)

Isolation Device...

Fu Qian’s actions undoubtedly caught Wen Li’s attention.

And this uniquely shaped item, capable of bestowing a sense of the Prison System’s beauty upon people, naturally left a strong impression on her.

But after a slight daze, her attention was drawn to something else.

"Mr. Fu, your hand..."

Looking up suddenly, Wen Li’s gaze locked onto Fu Qian’s left arm.

...

Very relaxed, as expected in a dream state.

Facing the bewildered and uncertain Wen Li, Fu Qian evaluated inwardly.

Perhaps due to the will of Wen Li, the master of this dream, the moment he appeared, he was aware that he was wearing a trench coat.

Pure black, elegant style, well-tailored, even more exquisite than the outfit Miss Wen prepared for him at his request.

But even so, the anomaly of the left arm was still obvious.

Wen Li’s observation skills were still decent, and she might have noticed at first glance in a normal state, let alone that the left hand hadn’t been changed into a wide-sleeved robe at his request.

However, at this moment, in the dream, the mind was noticeably more relaxed.

"Just a minor injury, a bit inconvenient to move for now."

Fu Qian calmly sat upright and explained casually.

"So that’s it."

Not only was her observation impaired, but the ease of persuasion also showed significant change, and Wen Li immediately responded with an "oh" and then looked solemn.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Obviously, in her mind, the fact that Mr. Fu, as the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, who commands awe in Shangjing and surrounding areas, was injured and had mobility issues, indicated an unimaginable danger behind the scenes.

"No need, the matter is already resolved."

Understanding this very well, Fu Qian gently declined her enthusiasm and even moved the hanging sleeve on the left side to demonstrate control of the situation.

...

Of course, transforming several tentacles inside the sleeve to confuse was not the case.

The warehouse’s description was still very accurate.

Perhaps due to the accumulative effects of the Nightmare Corridor’s negative state, aside from the two items on hand, the Extreme Hunger Infection, and the Return Edict, all other transcendent abilities were undoubtedly unusable.

According to the warehouse’s explanation, he was currently equivalent to an ordinary person of the Second Phase rank, a situation that was truly peculiar.

And this was not the only change; there was another very clear negative influence from the Nightmare Corridor—what originally should have been the left hand, was not empty at this moment.

Something slightly under his will but with its own thoughts was beneath the sleeve, connected to his flesh.

Considering the experience in Bee Monkey City last time, it was all too easy to imagine the image of a giant worm crawling.

While suppressing abilities, the Nightmare Corridor’s erosion seemed to start from the weak spots—in every sense a weak spot.

"That’s good."

Miss Wen obviously had great discretion, and with ample confidence in Mr. Fu, immediately ended the conversation.

"Recently, everything around Shangjing has been quite stable."

The next moment, she began to quickly share possibly valuable information from her side.

"Over at the Jiang Family, Jiang En was disheartened by recent events and completely cut ties with the family."

"As for the Gulad Family, they remained quite low-key. After Tyler was exonerated, they expressed full cooperation with the Night Watchman in capturing those who framed the Bloodline Clan, reportedly having locked onto a group."

"The remnants of Brother Daneta’s faction?"

Fu Qian seemed not at all surprised by Wen Li’s description of the situation.

"Yes, the confidentiality level of the information isn’t too high; reportedly, there are no breakthroughs yet. The group should have left Shangjing at the first opportunity."

When Miss Wen and Yuan Shan pinned the blame entirely on the Greedy Worm group, she was on the side, fully in tune with Fu Qian’s thoughts.

"Even Chief Yuan hasn’t been around these days, probably confident about Shangjing’s situation; indeed, there hasn’t been any major incident."

"Oh?"

Fu Qian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

"How come I heard that there are always newcomers emerging, and although both Jiang En of the south and Tyler of the north have toned down, yet a genius has appeared out of nowhere, reaching Fourth Phase swiftly, even challenging me, rectifying Shangjing’s name with momentum?"

"...Mr. Fu, you’re joking."

Of course, she wasn’t dull enough not to realize who Fu Qian was referring to, making her blush instantly and wave her hand repeatedly.

"In the process of stabilizing my status, there are still many questions I need to consult you about—wait a minute."

Halfway through her modesty, Wen Li suddenly realized something and looked over with some confusion.

"Very strange, I can’t sense your emotions at all..."

"What’s crucial is that I seem to have just noticed this point."

...

No kidding, my current role is like the NPC in your dream, okay?

Seeing Wen Li finally realize, Fu Qian thought secretly to himself.

Since just now, he had been assessing his situation.

And combining this experience with previous rich nightmare interactions, it wasn’t hard to draw conclusions.

At this moment, he, in essence, was indistinguishable from various types of evil forces in the many nightmares eroding Leytin.

For example, the roles behind the Bloodsucking Parasites in the hospital treating the Boiling Blood Disease, and the agent brother who fought alongside him and ultimately sacrificed themselves.

The key difference with dream entrants lies in the lack of a corresponding self in reality.

Simply put, like the Wen Li in front of him, through conversation, it could almost be confirmed that this was her dream.

The real her should be comfortably sleeping in a cozy bed at the moment.

As soon as she opens her eyes and wakes up, it’s like directly descending into reality.

Despite seemingly casual conversation, there exists a truly dimensional level of difference between the two.

This was the most fundamental impact the Nightmare Corridor had on him.

What he needed to do now was, like the many corruptions in the nightmare, find a channel to breakthrough.

And the concept of the channel was very clear—it was none other than the dream entrants who could traverse dimensions at will.

Even the method of utilization had been demonstrated by predecessors—polluting dream entrants with one’s own concept, ultimately allowing them to deeply imprint one’s mark.

It wasn’t the kind that disappears upon waking, like the Boiling Blood Disease, but a more profound desecration of one’s essential self, letting them bring this madness back to the real world.

What a standard Evil God operation, is it truly the case of the cure becoming the ailment?

Fu Qian had no mental hurdles about this.

The only issue was that even his Evil God was just an empty shell.

The reason Wen Li couldn’t sense his emotions was simple, as the person before her was undeniably Second Phase—but not transcendent.

In the face of such a vast rank gap, not sensing emotions was normal.

But Miss Wen could entirely grab his collar to lift and physically confirm the emotions.

In fact, it seemed hardly unreasonable to exclude such a possibility.

Fu Qian didn’t rush to respond to Wen Li’s queries; instead, he watched above her head.

Alongside her confusion, a virtual, continuously flickering eye was slowly opening.