Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2219: Chapter 2214: The Crucified Human King (4)

This is the legendary life without room for error, isn’t it?

Just one wrong step, and the result is eternal damnation.

In front of him, the serious gatekeeper announced the result to the eliminated participants, and in the next second directly executed the elimination procedure.

Faced with such a change, Fu Qian couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration.

Ah—

And no matter how sweet the smile of the female gatekeeper was, she couldn’t calm the emotions.

The screams, rising and falling, accompanied the splattering of body parts.

The confusion, like a nightmare entwining everyone’s faces, was swept away under this intense impact.

Driven by the desire to survive, among the remaining three, it seemed two had realized that the door was open.

With terrified howls, they desperately ran towards the door.

"Thank you for coming."

Yet the fastest runner among them found a male gatekeeper in front of her in the next moment, with a smile that wasn’t sweet.

After sincerely expressing thanks, the latter stretched out his hand and gently embraced this young woman who seemed just over twenty.

Until now, it seemed something couldn’t be concealed anymore.

Euphoria, relief, emotion... sentiments almost joyful to tears exploded from that face.

The purity contained could be imagined as a story of eternally waiting and finally embracing a young lover at the end—if not for the blood splatter.

The young woman, hugged stiffly, along with her elegant coat, cracked like parchment.

All her parts turned into thick blood sludge and burst out instantly.

Judging by the hugger’s reaction, it seemed as if he took this for a lover’s return hug, even shedding real tears in intoxication.

"Thank you for coming."

Meanwhile, his colleague finished dealing with another escaping reject and turned to the last person, softly expressing gratitude.

"Yes... yes, this is what I wanted, so great... so great!"

Not only was this person similar in age, but it also seemed she didn’t run because she enjoyed the moment, not because of being terrified.

Ignoring the threat nearby, she squatted down in the midst of frenzied cries, picked up a finger at her feet, and directly tossed it into her mouth to chew.

Oh?

The female gatekeeper paused her embrace and then looked this way, her eyes shimmering.

...

Is this awakening the bloodlust within?

Although Fu Qian’s peripheral vision noticed the gatekeeper’s movements, he had no intention of making eye contact, simply observing this extraordinary contestant.

Breaking through oneself under pressure is not strange, especially considering this might be a realm that inherently faces one’s heart more directly, such as a Dream.

In Fu Qian’s view, such an assessment might even belittle this contestant.

Sparse eyebrows, skinny and dark frame, and even sparse hair...

Without a doubt, the remaining candidate was the most unremarkable among them.

With no advantage in age, it’s not surprising to be under the greatest psychological pressure.

But appearances may be deceiving; this person’s level might be higher than that—lacking intoxication.

Clearly trying hard to play the role, there was some hesitation in chewing fellow flesh.

Indeed, Fu Qian’s observation concluded that there seemed to be a high degree of performance.

Not too weak, a psychological anomaly under pressure didn’t occur.

Quite the contrary, this series of actions was likely prompted by a strong will.

Perhaps unclear why he’s in the current situation, but faced with brutal facts, it seemed he figured out the correct answer for the earlier interview.

Have you ever killed someone or imagined killing someone?

This question should clearly be answered yes.

And now he’s acting it out.

...

"Seems a competitor has emerged; what do you think, Ariel?"

The attempt to live against odds seemed effective, as the blood-soaked gatekeepers, surrounding the last person without hurrying, turned their heads.

The outstanding performance of the eliminated contestant prompted reconsideration of a previous decision, even asking the man directly for his opinion.

"Not bad."

To be honest, such a question is incredibly challenging to answer.

Whether complimenting, criticizing, or remaining silent, it could easily be understood as having a guilty conscience, diminishing the prior "determination".

Invited to answer, Fu Qian watched the competitor and naturally gave positive reviews.

Because it was indeed not bad.

Perhaps aided by the dream state, but for an ordinary person, such response and even decision-making were impressive—pfft!

Accompanied by a peculiar sound, the finger in the mouth of the outstanding reject sprayed onto the ground.

Together with teeth, tongue, and red-white brain matter...

Like a violent cough that directly expelled the person.

The skull was left only as a skin, the next moment soft and collapsed, buried in his favored pile of "food".

"I also think it’s not bad, but alas, there’s only one spot, and the choice has already been made."

At this point, the female gatekeeper withdrew her hand from the back of his head and sighed regretfully.

"Mr. Ariel is truly outstanding."

Even explained her dilemma.

...

Do you need to say that?

Gaining recognition again, Fu Qian couldn’t even be bothered to fake humility.

He wasn’t surprised by the result, though he didn’t much believe in the "choice already made".

In Fu Qian’s view, commitment’s weight might not be that significant to them, as they were indeed reconsidering temporarily.

As for why the last contestant still lost, the reason is simple—his answer speed was too fast.

Indeed, commenting on competitors is always tricky, but what you actually say isn’t that significant.

Hesitation on how to say it due to fear of showing weakness reflects "less determination".

Quickly answering is crucial.

By doing this, Fu Qian undoubtedly destroyed the man’s last hope.

As for why not saving such a talented person even if eliminated?

Frankly, if it were really as he imagined, considering the outsiders made into dolls, death might be better than living sometimes.

"Please accept this."

Perhaps due to this determination being too dazzling, the female gatekeeper, without getting a response, became serious and stern instantly, perfectly recreating her initial expression.

Ignoring the bloodstains on herself, she pulled out something and handed it over.