Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1586: Chapter 1581: Workshop (18)

Sure enough, inheriting the mantle of the Blind Eye Association, even the work injuries are consistent?

From the tangled mass of hair, it’s indeed a lady.

Whether it’s the visual impact or the memory, it didn’t delay Fu Qian’s observation, and apart from confirming that this person was still alive, he quickly gained another insight—

The entire body was in the same state as the face and nearly devoid of consciousness.

Apart from the robe that was obviously the same style as his own, there was another eye-catching detail: as the deformed body wriggled, a shiny Golden Belt was faintly visible.

Definitely a predecessor, perhaps even one who had acquired a "Weapon."

It’s an easy conclusion to draw; the only problem is that this Weapon looks rather familiar.

Indeed, Fu Qian was certain that not only did the features match those of a teammate they had lost, but even the belt on this person was the same style.

Same design, same pattern, but Fu Qian clearly remembered that their elite member wasn’t female, and the belt was confiscated immediately.

Ice even regretfully remarked that the style didn’t match her corset.

If this indeed is the Golden Belt brought back for reuse, then who is the one in the water?

...

At this moment, just by looking, it was clear that the belt was emitting terrifying heat.

To the point where the contact between the deformed body and the belt was a shocking mess of blisters and scars.

In fact, that was likely one reason for the body’s struggling and wriggling.

Unfortunately, it was clearly hard to escape.

"How about it, was it a trick?"

Amidst the rolling waves, seeing Fu Qian’s focused gaze, Ice leaned in and asked, smiling with hidden meaning.

The words were clearly double-edged, literally referring to wearing clothes, but deeply seemed to contradict Fu Qian’s earlier claim of it being a "farce."

It was evident that she had long awaited Fu Qian’s reaction to this scene.

"Truly fascinating, I knew it... Fate’s call is real."

Yet, a little disappointing for her, in the face of this intelligence-ravaging scene, the Ring Lord immediately exhibited a top-grade optimistic spirit.

This scene, obviously infused with non-human power, was instantly seen as solid evidence of Fate’s Call.

"Yes, she also arrived in response to Fate’s Call, just like you."

But the expression on her face lasted only a moment; the next instant, Ice blinked agreeably.

"So, she became like this because she blasphemed against the Vacuum Flower?"

Slightly nodding, Fu Qian seemed to show no empathy for the fear within, casually confirming.

"Heh... what do you think?"

And this reaction successfully sweetened Ice’s smile.

"What I said seems a bit invalid."

Incredibly, it really was a summons response, Fu Qian frowned as he analyzed earnestly.

"If she is like me, and this belt is a ’Weapon,’ then it seems that after confronting the Vacuum Flower, she still gained something. As a more severe Blasphemer than me, this seems unreasonable."

...

"Seems plausible... So how did something you think impossible actually happen?"

This time, the quiet lasted noticeably longer.

And the next moment, through the rolling mist, Ice’s serious inquiry arrived, posing a paradox.

"Isn’t this simple? If it’s impossible, then it didn’t happen. Could it be that it’s not her exclusive weapon, but one she stole?"

She nearly immediately received logical guidance from the Ring Lord.

"...Sounds reasonable, so you think that theft is why she turned out this way?"

This time, she seemed to absorb the information fairly quickly.

"Because she brought a weapon that doesn’t belong to her before the Vacuum Flower, causing blasphemy?"

"No."

Unfortunately, her proactive attitude of drawing inferences was met with instant denial.

"Why—"

The retort was cut off, as she, always sensitive to gaze, naturally noticed the lowered focus of the other.

And the endpoint, doubtless, was her own chest.

Considering the other’s behavior all the while, it’s hard to believe they were sneaking peeks at that hint of white.

And further down, there was only a sliver of a Golden Breastplate showing...

"It seems like Lady Ice also brought more than one weapon inside just now?"

As expected, the next moment he asked directly, expressionless.

"So why aren’t you worried about blasphemy? Or do these weapons all belong to you?"

...

"Yes, they all belong to me."

Unexpectedly used as a counterexample, Ice narrowed her eyes slightly, giving Fu Qian a more playful look while casually tugging her chest down, exposing more of the scrutinized area.

Of course, the most revealing was the hand tugging the clothes.

As the wide sleeve slipped, it unveiled a shimmering gold Armguard.

Declaring herself unique, she boldly displayed her third "Weapon."

"I’m different from you... And you know the best part? Reality isn’t what you think."

Motioning to the deformed body beside her, Ice’s smile suddenly turned eerie.

"She didn’t become like this because of Punishment but rather was born this way."

"I’m just kindly leveraging the conditions here to aid treatment, and conveniently putting on a divine show."

That’s just nonsense; so this heating belt is actually therapy equipment, right?

Amidst this unexpected twist, Fu Qian internally complained while vaguely understanding why she said so.

"Aren’t you seeking the story’s end and the conclusion of this playhouse game? Now a clumsy excuse lies before you. Proving it false brings you to the end, right?"

And next moment Ice’s remarks directly confirmed Fu Qian’s thoughts.

Her professional flair did not disappoint, still recalling the persona he set when he previously rebuked his peers.

He held an invincible youthful spirit, firmly believing in the existence of Fate’s Call.

She directed a farce to obscure the truth of fate, as a Clown.

If he couldn’t prove any transcendent element in the pool’s figure, the story seemed destined to transform into an unprovable farce, to continue forward.

The concern which the two who just left earlier worried might happen.

This was a test of his "fate" belief, and it was clearly illogical to refuse.

Amidst Ice’s gaze, Fu Qian took two steps forward, reached into the pool, and tested the water temperature.