Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1440: Chapter 1438: Artificial Existence Core (8)

In the real jar, the item taken from his hand is probably still bobbing in the blue liquid.

The thrilling trial finally passed, yet even until she bid farewell and left, a certain imagined scene still lingered in Claire’s mind.

But she used the utmost self-control to prevent herself from displaying any unnaturalness.

Even when the other party snapped their fingers and the confusion dissipated, she actually felt like she had just woken up.

Even that jar was nowhere to be seen.

Of course, she didn’t forget to pay the other party double the fee as part of playing along with this persona.

“Thank you for your generosity.”

Fu Qian naturally accepted it with satisfaction.

“If you finish as I said and find no effect, you can come to me anytime.”

In view of this, he even proactively offered a warranty promise.

I need to have the chance to find you again…

For a swindler, this was indeed a rare service, but unfortunately, for Claire, who knew the “truth” in her heart, it only felt like a great irony.

“Alright.”

Finally not in the mood to say much at the moment, she nodded slightly and left the master’s place with a sense of fulfillment.

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Plague…

Sending the customer off with professional etiquette, the home studio quickly returned to peace, while Fu Qian silently recited the mission target of this trip in his heart.

The reason the metal jar disappeared is simple; it was always a creation of the Dream Realm, including that magician-like dark box.

Just atmosphere creation.

What was surprising was Claire’s performance in the dream.

Although I was deceiving people all the way, some key content wasn’t completely nonsense.

I am now genuinely a Second Phase player, and the Clear Dream Ring I create surprisingly can’t freely influence her.

The simplest conclusion is that the form in which Claire exists is influenced by a considerably high-tier power.

If this is considered pollution, or even the plague I am looking for, then her husband’s, Mr. Lek’s, bizarre actions, being characterized as spreading pollution would be completely reasonable.

But there’s a problem, if this is the plague, then what has changed about the people tainted by it?

Outside the dream state, even I can’t see any peculiarity in Claire compared to ordinary people.

And even though transforming into the Master of the Dream Realm, apart from exaggerated dream entry resistance, this one still displays no other transcendent domain.

Although I did previously encounter similar unimpressive but highly resistant to dreams roles, like the proprietress of the Dragon Summit Inn.

But the latter relies on an oath for that, still at least a transcendent.

Really somewhat special—and dangerous.

Although the mission hasn’t failed at the moment, meaning that in direct contact, Claire hasn’t spread this contamination to me.

But Fu Qian wasn’t so optimistic to think this contamination could only spread through her husband’s method.

The warehouse’s mission target has always been succinct, but it’s rarely so ceremoniously reminded.

And considering it’s not a time-limited task, it seems possible not to risk SAN Points for trial and error, but to try borrowing a blade to kill, or startling the snake with the borrowed blade.

For now, let’s hope the local authorities arrive sooner.

After all, Mrs. Claire has been quite cooperative; she was already on the phone before reaching downstairs.

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“Grimshaw?”

Proven true, the local authorities are quite serious and responsible.

Less than half an hour after Claire left, Fu Qian’s door was knocked again.

Although it didn’t sound polite, the master obviously didn’t mind and opened the door cheerfully.

“I am, welcome.”

And the next moment, facing an older and a younger uniformed officer outside the door, Fu Qian suavely flashed another business card, completing identity confirmation with the highest efficiency.

“To clarify beforehand, although you came together, I don’t offer a second half-price discount here.”

Heh…

The elder one seemed a bit gentler, while his partner clearly had a hot temper, already snatching away the business card and even flashing handcuffs at his waist.

“Indeed, we have questions for you and will decide whether to take this as payment based on your answers.”

Yes, the people who came, conspicuously unrelated to transcendent power, were two fully armed police officers.

With my full assistance, the situation finally escalated to a public security incident level.

…

“Please feel free, I’ll cooperate as much as possible.”

Seeing their unabashed threats, Fu Qian wasn’t bored enough to ask to see their IDs and directly showed quite a proactive cooperation stance.

Even before he extended the invitation, the older officer was already edging into the room from the side, carefully observing.

And the result was evident.

“Is this guy actually a swindler?”

The young officer still standing outside the door spoke first, expressing confusion over the overly normal setup inside.

“I’d like to know too.”

After casually glancing around, the older officer seemed to lose interest in searching and directly turned back to look at Fu Qian.

“Mr. Grimshaw, can you explain why there is no registration information for you at your industry association?”

Industry association?

The term was slightly abrupt, but not difficult to understand.

Though it’s in the field of mysticism, the concept of something like a business license isn’t surprising given the exaggerated scale.

The only issue is—when the warehouse set up this persona for me, they didn’t conveniently register it?

I was still here showing off my professional skills, only to be running an unlicensed operation during the day!

“Because I indeed haven’t registered, after all, I’ve just arrived in Los not long ago.”

The next moment, Fu Qian answered exceptionally straightforwardly.

“You’re more honest than I imagined.”

The older officer seemed only then to finally take some interest in Fu Qian, the next moment sitting directly in the spot where Claire just sat.

“I always forget the penalty standards, so we’ll talk about that later. Not sure if you can, with the same honesty, explain the issues some lady reported to us beforehand?”

“Claire Wesley?”

Under the young officer’s scrutiny, Fu Qian also sat back down, showing no surprise but only regret upon hearing the name.

“It seems my level of trust isn’t enough for people… What did she report me for doing?”

“Novell, work hard and take a look around.”

Without immediately answering him, the older officer first turned back to look at his partner, arranging a task for the latter just as he was about to speak.

He clearly understood this straightforward personality very well.

“How about you first explain what you did to her here?”

And then he withdrew his gaze, indicating Fu Qian to feel free to speak.

“I deceived her.”

Proven true, Fu Qian didn’t let down this trust, answering almost without pause.