Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1574: Chapter 1569: Workshop (6)

Keys might be the same, but there are many kinds of Gold Coins.

In Brother Oz’s appraisal, Fu Qian could easily reach a conclusion.

After all, if the keys corresponding to one’s locks are fixed, then the Gold Coin you get from the start is predetermined, having nothing to do with one’s vision.

It’s not surprising; even Saint Fighters have different constellations.

Considering the design chosen for guidance relates to the picture on the Ice Breastplate, this "Goddess is waiting" design might even be her work.

From this perspective, although the Gold Coin itself has no Transcendent effect, the next step should not be a pure transaction.

"You’re flattering me."

Taking a breath, Fu Qian withdrew his gaze from the Gold Coin, looking upward as if toward infinity.

"As for losing..."

His voice revealed no emotion, yet it was more resolute because of this.

"You have no idea what’s at stake for me, just as you don’t know why I won’t lose..."

...

So, what exactly are you gambling?

Under the sunglasses, Brother Oz finally revealed his eyes, not large but certainly spirited.

Upon hearing the young man’s unexpected words, they became even more spirited.

Staring at Fu Qian’s face intently seemed to grasp his bewildered inner voice.

As a summoned participant, Fu Qian’s degree of self-assuredness was somewhat extreme.

"So, why is it unforgettable? What’s the story behind this design?"

The Guide halted the car, surprisingly silent, which Fu Qian didn’t mind.

After expressing his unshakable determination, he faced the scrutiny with slightly furrowed brows, revealing a subtle side.

Passion does not mean a simple mind; he noticed the detail in their conversation.

There were also visual details.

While asking, it was easy to notice Brother Oz’s left pupil was not only deeper but unusually shaped.

"Your eye..."

Lost in thought, Fu Qian directly ignored the previous question.

"Haha... That’s why I wear glasses."

Skipping a bothersome question, Brother Oz seemed slightly relaxed, though not pleased enough by the recognition.

"As I said before, your observation is indeed sharp—"

"Why wear these lenses?"

Unfortunately, self-praise after complimenting others got interrupted directly.

...

The bizarrely shaped eyes hidden under sunglasses indeed seemed intimidating at first glance.

But there was no Transcendent aura, in front of an Inspiration Ninety-Nine at Second Phase.

Instead of assuming it’s a Deity stooping to welcome in person, Fu Qian preferred to remark on the quality of the lenses.

"Are you suggesting it’s fake?"

For Oz, who showed firm determination moments ago, this comment was apparently more impactful than being accused of wearing counterfeit shoes in a basketball court.

His expression instantly turned cold, the distinct pupils swept over with a rather unfriendly tone.

"The quality is quite nice, and personally I quite admire it; I just don’t want to hear the story behind it."

Fu Qian coldly smiled, showing no intention of retreat.

Many people misunderstand self-assured youths, casually viewing them as impulsive fools, easily believing in various illusions.

What is unknown is the true essence of self-assurance is absolute confidence within one’s understanding.

Fu Qian was not prepared to hide his profound understanding of this concept.

"So you think the Gold Coin I’m holding is fake? That everything so far was a meticulously planned farce?"

Of course, the reaction was Oz’s expression turning even colder.

From a Guide in the Mysterious World to a bouncing Clown, such a transformation was hard for him to accept.

"Do you think I can’t tell real Gold from fake?"

Fu Qian, however, remained unwavering, coldly smiling even casually questioning in return.

"Since accepting that key, I never doubted destiny’s call."

"That’s why I could unhesitatingly go to that place, confident of finding hidden things and truly doing so without surprise."

"My point is simple, dispel those meaningless stories, don’t test my resolve with lies."

"From the moment of choice, I was prepared for this..."

...

The blind passion often cools easily, just as self-assuredness has its levels.

[Enter the Workshop, the power to hunt Deity awaits]

Even if uncertain whether the "Holy Garment" will truly be awarded, Fu Qian did not believe sheer passion could pass the test—it required more intensity.

Such as destiny-driven confidence needing no rationale.

Highlighting Brother Oz’s actions is not to make people view it as non-self-assured, but more self-assured.

Deciding not to waste the setup prepared by the warehouse, completing tasks while experiencing "Post-Blind Eye Society’s" cultural feel meant professionalism was necessary.

And the effect seemed quite good.

Though he responded disdainfully, Brother Oz’s displeasure quickly hardened and ultimately garnered meaningfulness.

"It seems we’ve welcomed a distinctive candidate."

"Indeed, this is fake."

Pointing to his left eye, in honesty he still couldn’t part with removing the lenses.

"I won’t comment on your other perceptions, but I look forward to your next performance... Let’s go."

In speaking, he had already opened the door to step out.

"So is this the Workshop?"

And a blindly confident person is invincible; Fu Qian showed no sign of nervousness, disembarking and following while casually surveying his surroundings.

"No."

Oz didn’t look back, but responded swiftly, even speaking with a subtle forty-five-degree angle gaze, though the ceiling blocked any view.

"But this is a required passage to reach the Workshop, a place where you need to prove yourself."

...

Indeed a hidden world, not to be underestimated!

Seeing Oz restoring his dignity in an instant, even Fu Qian praised silently.

But as a candidate harboring the Heart of the Strong, he remained immovable.

Without further words, as the view opened up before, Fu Qian surveyed the surroundings naturally focusing on one spot with faint twinkles in the courtyard.

Similar to patterns seen in the "unused building," drawn with special paint on a room’s inner wall.

Yet merely similar, for Fu Qian could tell at once they weren’t distorted originals.