Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1437: Chapter 1435 Artificial Existence Norms (5)

Is there even a key location?

I must say, although Claire isn’t fully immersed in the dream, her level of cooperation is still high.

People’s motivation does need to be mobilized; without the dream’s rules suppressing it, we simply obtained an important piece of information.

By all accounts, the mysterious room she speaks of will aid in understanding the meaning of the Affliction.

“You mentioned that Mr. Lek was ‘once’ a doctor?”

After evaluating Claire’s dream state and confirming it was still stable, Fu Qian continued to ask.

“Yes… When I met him, he was already retired.”

This question seemed to make Claire a bit uneasy, but seeing Master Grimshaw was just listening attentively without any odd expressions, her emotions quickly settled.

“Although he wasn’t very old, according to him, he wanted to enjoy life more before his energy waned.”

Even so, Claire discreetly emphasized in a casual tone that the age difference between her and her husband wasn’t that significant.

“Completely understandable, actually, I’m the same way.”

Nodding, Fu Qian expressed strong agreement with the lady’s words, using himself as an example to echo his previously established character.

“That’s why I value money so much. While offering help is certainly good, I am more eager to save enough for retirement quickly.”

“At your age, talking about this does seem a bit young.”

Displaying surprising humility, the master nevertheless played his part so well, it clearly pleased Claire, who chuckled as she looked Fu Qian up and down.

“Feel free to visit if you have time when Lek is in a better condition.”

After all, she wasn’t entirely naive, subtly emphasizing what Fu Qian should be doing at the moment.

“Of course, fortunately with your help, I’ve basically confirmed what’s going on with your husband.”

And facts proved that a master is indeed a master; facing the pressure from a client, Fu Qian simply nodded slightly and spoke warmly yet firmly.

…

Ah… is that confirmed?

Fu Qian’s reply was clearly beyond Claire’s expectations, even making her dream state slightly unstable.

“Did I mention something crucial just now? Is Lek’s anomaly due to his experience as a doctor?”

She unconsciously recalled the previous conversation content.

“Uncertain.”

Fu Qian surprisingly didn’t intend to go along with it, shaking his head while pointing at Claire’s right hand.

“But your anomaly should indeed stem from Mr. Lek.”

My anomaly?

Claire was clearly more confused as she followed the master’s guidance, looking at her right hand, which was holding her husband’s wristwatch.

“Is there still something wrong with this? But I haven’t noticed anything abnormal about myself—”

The next moment, her question was abruptly cut off as a hand suddenly pressed over her eyes, completely blocking her sight.

A strange sensation came over her, as if icy mist threads brushed past her.

Before Claire could voice her question, the hand blocking her sight was already gone, and she regained her vision.

“Look again.”

The voice in her ear made her instinctively keep her gaze steady, and in the next moment, it almost froze.

In her view, her right hand’s originally smooth skin bore strands of black-red markings, bizarre and menacing at first glance.

Even these special marks undulated and flowed in a gentle manner, as if they were alive.

“What is this…”

Finally unable to hold it together, Claire sharply asked as she trembled while inspecting other areas.

The black-red marks that seemed living were not only on her right hand; they could be seen all over wherever she looked.

In terror, she no longer had the courage to look in a mirror at her own face.

…

“Filth.”

Yet the master who just helped her see the truth of the world spoke with a tone of peace and calm, doing his utmost to stabilize the client’s emotions.

Adhering to the services industry’s philosophy, Fu Qian didn’t beat around the bush, answering questions frankly.

“Something that’s entangled with your husband and transmitted to you through him.”

“As for what it is, you actually don’t need to ask me. Take a closer look.”

Take a closer look…

With her emotions slightly stabilizing, Claire followed the guidance and again mustered the courage to focus her eyes on the back of her hand.

What is that…

This time she observed carefully, allowing no part of the markings to escape her scrutiny.

Ah—

In less than two seconds, an uncontrollable scream finally erupted.

“You didn’t see wrong, they are alive.”

As a master in customer service, Fu Qian very considerately addressed the potential temporary loss of language skills in the client, proactively explaining before a request could be made.

“Each point is an embodiment of filth, weaving themselves like a swarm of insects, enwrapping, and thereby entangling your souls.”

…

The things on Mrs. Claire are naturally false.

Although it’s not very stable, being the Master of the Dream Realm, performing such a minor operation hardly risks scaring someone away.

As for this idea’s inspiration, it’s to some extent plagiarized from old brother Alarakir.

Previously, in Riet’s dream, the pollution that occurred to her sister Veil manifested in a similar way.

Countless little flying worms converged into ever-changing patterns.

The reason for choosing this style was also simple; for a lady, little worms undoubtedly have a significant impact.

“But why do I also… Quickly get rid of them!”

The results showed that the effect was indeed amazing.

Under Fu Qian’s explanation, Claire’s screams rose two more octaves, her body now entirely rigid, too afraid to move.

“Quite simply, because you’ve been contaminated.”

With a light laugh, Fu Qian stood up and grasped her right wrist.

“The watch can indeed be disposed of; that isn’t key.”

Noticing her nearly instinctual attempt to drop the watch from her hand, although her overly stiff fingers couldn’t open up, Fu Qian affirmed in a gentle statement.

Thud!

This tone seemed to provide encouragement, and Claire’s hand finally opened like a chicken’s claw, allowing the valuable watch to drop onto the table.

“Very good, it may sting a little, be careful not to move.”

With a casual compliment, Master Grimshaw’s other hand slowly approached the marks swirling on her skin.

Hiss…

It was hard to call it pain, merely a tingling prickle on the skin’s surface quickly fanning out into a peculiar numb itch.

While experiencing the change, in Claire’s horrified gaze, a dense mass of black-red floated up, merging into the passing palm.