Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1466 Artificial Existence Core (36)

I wonder if I can help a little with the fear of aging that plagues those elderly folks.

Under the Tyrant’s might, the Dream collapses without any room for maneuver.

Returning to the office, Fu Qian, who had already returned to his normal size, sighed accordingly.

Although not quite sure why his target had such stringent habitat conditions, there was no doubt that the dream just now was filled with emotions unique to the elderly.

A lifeless vitality, a dark tone flowing from those nearing the twilight of their years, interconnected to form a Sanctuary of Withering.

Perhaps that’s why that mysterious creature chose that place? Or was it born from there?

Actually speaking, it should now be called that mysterious creature.

Fu Qian looked behind the office desk.

The owner of this office was certainly still here.

But coming out this time, the old man was not surprised by Fu Qian’s reappearance.

His eyes, which needed lenses to function normally, had been decisively discarded at this moment.

In their place was a pair of eyeless orbs opened between the skin and muscle.

Of course, this didn’t mean they were purely black or red.

Threads intertwined and twisted, resembling a spherical object outlined layer by layer by numerous human-like parasites.

At first glance, it easily reminds one of the description Thirteen had about Lek’s mutation, also seemingly the most direct embodiment of the concept of a plague.

Under its gaze, Fu Qian could sense that the origin of the self he’s slowly healing from his previous injuries came to a complete halt in its recovery.

And that wasn’t the only thing facing this direction.

Under the old man’s ribs on both sides were two giant claws, made of the same material, familiar in shape, and ready to strike.

Compared to the ones that appeared from the old lady before, they were undoubtedly much more materialized, like a Creation finally descending into reality.

An extraordinary mysterious creature indeed, with a Ranking not worse than his current self.

Fu Qian silently gave a fair assessment.

Just seemed a bit shy.

...

"Hello, what should I call you?"

Facing his menacing opponent, Fu Qian waved amicably.

"You must die..."

Unfortunately, the one who had just experienced violent demolition didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

He wasn’t in the mood for introductions and directly issued a death sentence.

The only consolation was that it didn’t speak with a mouth opening on the chest, still using the old man’s original organs, otherwise Fu Qian would have to consider charging it copyright fees.

"As expected."

In response, Fu Qian candidly acknowledged his crimes, easily accepting the verdict and even gestured invitingly.

"Go ahead."

...

"What’s the matter?"

Unfortunately, the other party seemed once again to prove its shy timidity.

Under Fu Qian’s enthusiastic invitation, it still maintained its initial fierce stance, lacking the decisiveness the old lady had when she struck.

"Do you think by destroying it, I’d wither along with it?"

Even amid Fu Qian’s curious inquiry, it paused before finally speaking, its voice becoming ever lower.

"Fool, it was liberation for me... I’ve had enough of that utterly fallen desecration, so I should thank you for your help."

"Now I’ve truly transformed and descended, and the gratitude is as I said just now——"

"I heard you, and I also said I had no objection."

Amazed by the other’s intense emotions, Fu Qian didn’t forget to interrupt, reminding the topic had already been discussed before.

"You brought disaster into the world..."

However, as he gestured invitingly once more, the giant claws still didn’t move.

"I know, I’ve had many professions, helping with delivery isn’t a big deal."

Fu Qian remained laid-back.

"Because this body is the most solidly connected to the inside, I rely on it to transform. If I start a fight, this guy is doomed."

At least it’s a Second Phase, how come it acts like its mind hasn’t matured?

Seeing the opponent not moving and starting to take hostages, Fu Qian silently lamented in his heart.

"Alright."

...

"You’ll kill an innocent person."

"I know."

"If you hadn’t chosen him, he wouldn’t die, no matter what kind of justice Messenger you may be, this life is on your head."

"My hands are steeped in blood, my seat in Hell reserved; lives have already stopped being counted."

"Then why haven’t you made a move?"

"Then why haven’t you made a move?"

"Heh... you’re really pretending, you still don’t want him dead, do you?"

"What’s this got to do with pretending? I originally didn’t want to kill this old gentleman."

Looking at his target as if having won in a hostage game, Fu Qian’s tone was warm, helping to analyze the situation.

"What I emphasized earlier was that an extra life didn’t matter much to me."

"I haven’t attacked first because I judged your presence as potentially fully emerging without affecting your combat power."

"In these circumstances, I wouldn’t trade the old man’s life for a better kill opportunity because for me, even if you went full form, it wouldn’t affect the outcome."

"That’s why I don’t mind engaging in this standoff with you here, but if you instead try to escape, that crosses the line, and I would directly kill both of you."

...

As a basic quality of a swindler, the master’s explanation was undoubtedly concise and deafening, and the Shrinking Giant Dragon fell into a brief silence.

After all, the opponent’s calculations were bluntly transparent, taking the term ’strategic manipulation’ to the extreme.

And ultimately, it seemed not to disappoint expectations.

A few breaths later, the eyes filled with the utmost disgust slowly closed, eventually disappearing beneath the flesh.

At the same time, the paired claws seemed to pull and tear each other in reverse, as if extracting some colossal entity from the shell.

Indeed, it was huge.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian saw similarly shaped but ten times larger eyes, and the head that once tried to take a bite of him, and even the wings that blotted out the sky.

And all this was composed of layers upon layers, chaotic overlapping human tissue.

Throughout the entire process, the Shrinking Dragon actually appeared commendably composed.

Not only did it not burst out of its clothes, but it even carefully restored every part of the host’s body.

Unsurprisingly watching this scene unfold, Fu Qian truly had no intention of taking action at this moment.

Of course, it wasn’t doing this to improve its image, but to utilize the old man’s value one last penultimate time.

The hostage remaining intact could minimize the chances of him launching a sneak attack during the unfolding.

So why was it the penultimate time?

Facing the gigantic form piercing straight through the ceiling, Fu Qian rang the Eternal Clarity Mind he’d long prepared.

Raised to strike the old man, the enormous claw halted in mid-air the very next moment.