Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1573: Chapter 1568: Workshop (Part 5)

Truly dedicated to his work.

If it wasn’t for chronic middle school syndrome, such mastery of lines would be truly amazing.

Facing Oz’s seemingly malicious response, Fu Qian couldn’t help but offer his praise for a moment.

The experiences up to now today are undoubtedly the classic beginning of a savior story.

Through a key, one touches the true side beneath the façade of the world, about to bear the responsibility of saving everyone.

The only problem is that this world already has a group of saviors.

With the Night Watchman as a force out in the open, even most afflicted with middle school syndrome wouldn’t easily feel a sense of "who else but me" for saving the world.

Thus, Brother Oz’s behavior at this moment has quite the feel of a middle school society trying to recruit members, especially considering he’s genuinely an ordinary person.

Of course, as the person involved, Fu Qian did not belittle this.

On one hand, it naturally respects the role being played; on the other hand, it stems from his view of the entire event—perhaps this is the intended effect?

...

Under the control of the Night Watchman, some domains are still quite sensitive.

If the earlier experience and even the gold coin in hand really relate to the Sage Old Master’s group.

And if they genuinely established an organization striving to allow mortal bodies to wield transcendent powers according to the doctrine they declared at the time.

Then there’s a question Fu Qian had already pondered during the time in the Underground Ruins—if they are prepared to expand, how would they recruit people?

Their doctrine is, quite easily, more uncontrollable than Limb Attachment, possibly making it easy for them to be eradicated by the Night Watchman.

Unless it appears less dangerous.

In Fu Qian’s view, their overly idealistic doctrine has brought about a unique advantage, that is, the members are genuinely ordinary people.

As long as this point is utilized well, and the actions are given a different interpretation, it could very likely become harmless to people and animals.

When the time comes, not only recruiting members, but opening an office next to the Night Watchman wouldn’t be impossible.

Take the current situation—for example, a group with middle school syndrome, obsessively believing they are chosen by fate, indulging in the fantasy of saving the world, without anything visibly transcendent.

Imagine three or five people like this, even if wearing matching symbols, prancing around on the streets talking about slaying the Demon King would seem harmless in the eyes of the Night Watchman—until that moment they don the "Holy Garment."

As they say, multi-layered strategy, you tell them you want to liberate all humanity; they don’t believe you want to liberate all humanity; but in fact, you do really want to liberate all humanity.

It is indeed a thought, especially since this level of understanding doesn’t have to be limited to the cat-and-mouse game with the Night Watchman, but also works within the organization.

Of course, this is all speculation, not ruling out the possibility that he’s overthinking it, and this is really just stumbling upon a group with low psychological maturity.

"Is that so? It’s a pity I’ve been to the Abyss, and you were not there."

Considering the virtue of adapting to local culture, Fu Qian snorted coldly, matching Oz’s style of wording.

Even though this over-the-top line is actually true.

...

As they say, your middle school syndrome is above mine.

At that moment, it was obvious that Oz’s emotions were a bit complex.

The specific behavior was finally not satisfied with the rear-view mirror, unable to resist turning around to take a closer look.

"Look ahead."

Unfortunately, considering the density of the pedestrians on the road, Fu Qian almost immediately reminded him coldly.

"What do those patterns mean?"

Successfully demonstrating his qualifications as the chosen one, Fu Qian continued to focus on the matter he should be concerned about, facing the guide who fell silent again.

"...Guiding you to find the gold coin, isn’t that enough significance?"

With his momentum repeatedly frustrated, Brother Oz seemed vaguely unwilling to show weakness, choosing to respond to a question with a question.

"So it’s just an entrance test..."

Fu Qian murmured to himself, and the next moment shook his head.

"Sorry, I can’t really see the value of passing this test, but it’s merely a boring pattern-finding game."

"Boring? Do you know how many people overlook them?"

"Although I must admit, the speed at which you completed it is truly amazing... even in the night."

Oz was quite amazed by this commentary, finally expressing his recognition of Fu Qian’s performance.

"So many people have received similar keys?"

Without showing any self-satisfaction at the other’s praise, Fu Qian’s gaze flashed, catching onto a certain key point.

"What else?"

Seemingly finding a chance to counter, Oz let out a low chuckle.

"Everyone wishes to do nothing and be the unique chosen one."

"But they never ask themselves one question, which is why they were chosen."

"Indeed, I can tell you very clearly, there are many similar keys, and many corresponding gold coins, you’re not even the first to take a gold coin from here."

"Though the vast majority will eventually consider it just a prank."

...

So it was much like he thought before.

This theme park is still operational.

Faced with Oz’s statement, Fu Qian "fell silent."

The special patterns hidden within the walls wait for those destined, guiding them to retrieve the hidden gold coins, thereby subtly absorbing new members, a gentle yet actual strategy.

And since they are already non-original, they don’t possess any transcendent effect, or else they likely would have been discovered first by the Night Watchman.

But this doesn’t mean they truly lack meaning, after all, speaking broadly, being able to pick them out from a chaotic combination could be considered a talent in itself.

Brother Oz was generally honest, but clearly reserved about the source of the patterns.

Which is understandable, for the young people responding to the call, they only need to handle destiny and passion.

"So, did you also ever accept a gold coin from there?"

After some thought, Fu Qian finally chose to break the silence, and indeed didn’t dwell further on the meaning behind the patterns.

"I accepted a gold coin, but not one from there."

Regarding this response, Brother Oz seemed satisfied, smiling as he assumed the stance of a riddler decisively.

"We’ve arrived."

Even adding the technique of speaking half statements the next moment, he directly turned the vehicle into an underground passage.

So that place wasn’t the only spot calling for a savior, which makes sense, having one single recruitment hub would be too inefficient.

Without the intention to force, Fu Qian once again took out the gold coin, controlling it to spin between his fingers gracefully.

"Though I don’t want to admit it, I must once again praise your taste."

And at this time, Oz, who stopped the car, finally took off his sunglasses, turning back to take a closer look at what Fu Qian held.

"This one is the most memorable design among all the gold coins... so are you ready to lose it?"