Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1824: Chapter 1799: Red Feather

Let me see... 3-0205, here it is.

The arrangement of the warehouse shelves was still not very neat, but Fu Qian didn’t spend much effort in finding his recently contained target.

Given that this task felt a bit strange, he was quite curious about what this artifact named All Fools’ Day actually looked like.

One must say, at a glance, just from the packaging, you could feel something different.

It was indeed a silver-white metallic box, but the size was rather tiny, only about a palm’s length.

And as he reached out to open the box, the contents were revealed before his eyes.

Oh?

Fu Qian reached into the box with two fingers and pulled out a bright red feather, examining it carefully.

Indeed, the artifact named All Fools’ Day was just a slightly curved red feather, less than a palm’s length.

Beautiful it was, held in the hand with almost no weight.

Speaking of which, have I been encountering a few too many feathers lately?

Considering that he had recently examined the Prison Angel Commander’s remains, it was hard not to draw a connection.

But that wasn’t the only connection Fu Qian made—it was the Fool Idol.

It stood on a table not far away, even occupying a central position among the collectibles. He had recently borrowed its shape to guide the Greedy Worms.

The statue was draped with a cloak of bright red feathers.

Though the size was far different from this single feather here, both the color and shape were identical, and Fu Qian was completely confident of this.

Is it related to the Fool... All Fools’ Day, that does make sense.

When he first heard the name, he had envisioned this possibility.

So is All Fools’ Day truly a fragment of power related to a certain Deity’s past domain? A conceptual anchor of sorts?

But on the one hand, from previous situations, like many fallen ancient Divine Beings, the Fool seemed rather inactive.

Even when he borrowed its image, no Divine Punishment ensued.

Also, there were no traces of vows related to the task, indicating that it perished even more thoroughly than the gods who were searching for tools?

That would be reasonable, but there’s a slight problem here: how could a fragment of power from an ancient Deity that has fallen to such extremity impose such restrictions on himself or the warehouse?

To the extent that the task assigned to him required complete nullification of abilities and items to solve.

If that’s the case, just how powerful must Lord Fool have been in its prime?

Or perhaps, like a certain sage’s Prism of Radiant Transformation, it had extra influence and control over the warehouse’s operations?

But up until now, the power from the Fool seemed to carry no particular malice...

Interesting.

For the insight gained by coming to see this, Fu Qian was temporarily quite satisfied.

Although no clear conclusions could be made at the moment, it’s undeniable that the statue on the table was worth more attention and effort.

It’s a pity that its effects are rather special, and probing it like other items would be too risky.

Perhaps the Night Watchman might know a bit more?

Or maybe clues of significance could be found in the God’s Graveyard deep in the Mental World?

Of course, ideally, after his previous demonstration, the Greedy Worms could bring some related surprise.

As Fu Qian silently pondered the follow-ups and confirmed there were no special marks on the feather, he stepped aside.

The next instant, his hands were empty, the red feather reappearing in the box.

Indeed, he only had the right to view, taking it away was not an option.

Fu Qian had no objections to the strict permissions granted by the warehouse. He casually closed the box and made his way back to his collection area.

Surveying the four-handed, finely beautiful statue with the Red Feather once more, Fu Qian’s appearance swiftly transformed, meticulously replicating the form of the Fool Idol.

Even the four distinctly shaped arms were restored to match.

...

No reaction, the warehouse remained calm.

The new form lasted about half a minute, and after sensing no wrathful presence, Fu Qian snapped his fingers, swiftly reverting to his original appearance.

His actions were by no means mere boredom.

One purpose of such an attempt: if Lord Fool had any particular arrangements, then this act served as a reminder to the warehouse, capitalizing on the recently completed task’s momentum.

While the outcome suggested that the warehouse had everything under control, and perhaps he was overthinking it.

But there remains the second meaning—even if Lord Fool doesn’t mind, he would continue to borrow its image in the future, aiming to refine his replication for potentially better results.

As for now...

Fu Qian glanced at the Messenger beside him, responding to the warehouse’s call that he could leave by placing it on his face.

Time to clock out.

In the blink of an eye, the scene switched to the sunny, bustling Shangjing.

Even from the second floor, he could gauge the burgeoning curiosity of the customers passing by the alley outside.

...

Heavenly Dao rewards diligence—what an exhilarating battle in the sea of commerce it had been.

Dusk had deepened, and inside a small shop by the street in Shangjing, the bookstore owner, weary from a day’s work, finally lifted his head and closed the book, placing it aside.

"Sorry, we’re closed."

Watching nearly a dozen customers in the store, the next moment, Fu Qian stretched lazily with great ambition, not only driving them out but also using a glance to deter any daring enough to approach the counter with a book.

As the last to leave gingerly closed the door, the little shop officially ended its busy day.

"Have you had dinner?"

Calling out to the only figure remaining in the store, Fu Qian gestured for them to sit next to him.

There’s no doubt it’s Su Gao, truly dedicated.

Indeed, dressed in black and wearing a narrow hat, calm and tranquil, the person who directly triggered the bookstore’s closure was Su Gao, the Enforcer, entrusted with an urgent mission.

Though according to Chief Yuan, she had previously been earning bounty not too far away, the fact that she arrived before nightfall demonstrated her serious attitude towards new tasks.

"No."

Responding immediately to the invitation and facing Fu Qian’s domestic inquiry, Su Gao’s expression softened a bit as she honestly shook her head.

"Well, let’s eat on the way then."

Regrettably, this time, Fu Qian didn’t intend to offer a spread, directly standing up to signify departure.

"Okay."

Su Gao showed no adverse reaction to the arrangement.

"Do you prefer it spacious or quiet?"

The next moment, Fu Qian surprisingly had a card in hand, giving it a little shake as he confirmed with her.

"...Either is fine."

"Then let’s make it spacious and quiet."