Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1472: Chapter 1470: Fear of Typhoid Fever

What is called the intuition of a professional.

The task summary is quite detailed, once again confirming previous experience to a certain extent, which is that more exploratory behavior will yield more information feedback.

And Fu Qian, who has been rushing on the path of scientific research, did not waste the reward of this effort.

Listening attentively and expressing satisfaction, he even found an excuse for the sneaky behavior of the warehouse—people with no curiosity wouldn’t understand even if you explained it.

[All things within the reach of pollution, including those beyond sight]

Like this description of Mr. Lek’s pollution after "evolution".

This slightly bizarre logic would confuse those who are not like us, who are constantly engaged in scientific research.

But combined with the experience from the first time at the hospital, the feeling is completely different.

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Back then, I was puzzled by the obstructive behavior of the people before me. On one hand, it was meaningless, and on the other hand, it couldn’t even be confirmed to be related to me.

After all, in the Blood Conquest state, theoretically, it was impossible for them to observe me, thus causing any disturbance in their behavior.

However, such a reflexive change still occurred.

In fact, it was this unreasonable nature that led me to decide to have the Night Watchman execute Lek.

Now it seems that doing so was absolutely necessary.

Compared to those who were polluted, as a spreader of pollution, he might have received a Transcendent boost, but the range of observation, or perception, ultimately had its limits.

As long as I stayed beyond what was "within sight", I could avoid being polluted.

In fact, that’s what I have been doing.

But there was one choice I didn’t make, which was to use various concealing abilities to sneak all the way to Mr. Lek’s side and try to eliminate the threat with a single shot to the head.

Now, according to the task summary, this most straightforward strategy was surprisingly a dead end.

Entering Lek’s observation range but avoiding observation—this abstract conceptual definition could also result in me being polluted, known as "beyond sight".

Touch it, and it stains your hand; don’t touch, and it smells.

Truly a chemical reaction sparked by the overlapping of Blasphemous power with the Dragon of Decay.

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Another important piece of information from the task summary is undoubtedly the title of the Blasphemous King.

The warehouse did not betray my expectations, finally confirming the guess about the protagonist in the last sentence.

These Cosmic Deities, indeed miserable yet restless.

Mr. Lek was undoubtedly the Oath Taker of this old acquaintance.

And true to the nature of the Blasphemous authority, even fooling the Oath Taker was done seamlessly. According to the summary, it seems even Lek himself doesn’t remember when he became a pawn.

Meanwhile, the Blasphemous King’s luck was clearly not bad.

This small tool, unbeknownst to him, helped Him acquire a treasure.

It’s obvious without my participation, Huo would have been a sure catch.

So, does this count as ruining the Superior Being’s opportunity?

The counterpart retaliating against me is indeed something predictable.

Of course, like last time, I borrowed the power of the Gospel to reject this sentiment.

The reason for using the Gospel Blast on Huo was simple, to stir the mass of mush in its head, letting its so-called "self" will churn, whether it could perceive any anomaly from it depended on its insight.

In fact, Huo did not let me down, achieving enlightenment on the brink of death, meeting its end with understanding.

And once again confirmed that the final view was not opportunities but the Blasphemous King’s celebratory reversal of mourning.

Truly following the path in it would result in an end not much better than Huo’s.

That is what’s called the final ripple.

In the midst of these reflections, Fu Qian locked onto his special reward.

[Name: Typhoid Fear]

[Type: Special Item]

[A pale, withered, curled statue, its unique shape triggers more fear than a skeleton. Typhoid is not difficult to repel, but it often heralds aging.

Lock onto a target and activate, the shadow of death penetrating everything will envelop the target’s will, lasting fifty-nine minutes.

The target will sense an infinite height above, a cold assault locked onto them, possibly descending at any moment, bringing death.

It cannot be avoided or dispelled by any means, any such attempt will instead nurture this feeling, extending its duration, and after fifty-nine hours, the Destiny Meteor will truly descend from the sky.]

[Note: The dragon was originally a mighty beast, so its aging is even harder to witness]

Brother Huo’s legacy?

From the description, it indeed seems so, but isn’t the effect somewhat sadistic?

Silently examining the gains in hand, Fu Qian’s expression turned peculiar for a moment.

It was a weighty, palm-sized statue.

Truly as described, pale and withered, touching it brought no warmth, reminiscent of the divine presence of the Dragon of Decay.

Except compared to its pose at the end, this statue appeared even more distorted and grotesque.

Its elongated claws, and even its broken wings, intertwined at bizarre angles, as if the body had been violently twisted.

And that familiar head was precisely embedded within this chaos.

The eyes were marginally better than just slits, yet the gaze flickered with a dull lifelessness.

So Brother Huo cannot reconcile with fifty-nine?

Not minding the ominous implication, Fu Qian fiddled with the deformed statue, surprisingly finding it handy.

Though the Destiny Meteor’s notion is evocative, if it truly came to use, the feasibility seemed somewhat strained.

Fifty-nine hours, for a single task to last this long is quite rare.

By contrast, using it to frighten someone in real life seems like a better option.

After all, the inability to dispel, alongside attempts to do so extending time, is rather malicious.

However, even so, given the arduous effort, the yield appears somewhat thin.

After all, I risked being misled by the Blasphemous King, slightly lacking in professionalism, and future advancement would have been jeopardized.

Though considering the warehouse labeled it as a type 2 item, it somewhat makes sense—Blasphemous King’s risks don’t manifest in task completion.

Which means the threat is future-based, unrelated to the task’s rating.

[Today’s work is completed, you can now leave the warehouse, weekly work progress: 2/4]

Amidst Empathy for the capitalists, the prompt to go off work quickly echoed.

Job well done, it’s quitting time.

Casually placing the statue on the table in front of him, Fu Qian stretched lazily, without hurrying to put on a mask and return to operate his business. Instead, he activated the mark on his wrist.

After a night’s rest and morning exercise, his condition had mostly recovered. Since Miss Wen, a top-notch volunteer, was there, he might as well help Young Master Qin with a follow-up visit.