Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2591: Chapter 2586: The Seventh Slash of the Play

Congratulations and celebrations.

Being able to directly pull people back from Engraving Wisdom is a small triumph for the warehouse.

After all, with the gradual elevation of social hierarchy, people of various kinds have been mocking it in all respects for days; the warehouse’s intelligence seemed to be rushing towards the level of an eight-year-old.

Moreover, since no matter how long you stay, it’s still that moment to return, Fu Qian is in no hurry to leave, but rather sits there, observing the workplace, although everything seems normal.

Apart from tweaking Lord Rom’s mentality, this is one of the purposes of returning without the mask.

After all, if the saying about the end-of-days scenario is true, then the role the warehouse has played all along will become more delicate.

Trying to treat a dead horse like a live one? Even if dead, still trying every means to save it?

This seems to be a very easy possibility to imagine.

Not intending to heal the dead horse, just easing the remaining will for euthanasia, avoiding confronting the harsh reality?

It also seems reasonable.

But regardless of which one, would an employee like me, who has just returned from a sensitive place, slightly trigger some anomalies?

This is precisely what makes Fu Qian expectant, although the warehouse appears as stable as a stone Buddha, the mysteries of Doomsday may require other means to explore.

Fu Qian isn’t particularly dissatisfied with this.

The Hearthstone still works, theoretically it’s already quite impressive.

Although the operational space has shrunk a bit, on the other side Lord Rom is truly fighting for survival.

For most people, any additional opportunity for action at this time is invaluable—and who says there aren’t any anomalies.

The work for this week has only completed one task so far.

There has been no leakage alert since entering until now?

That’s why sometimes it’s not good to be too quiet.

...

The warehouse did not distribute daily tasks, what does this mean?

It’s not that Fu Qian is overly enthusiastic about work, but he is familiar with the low baseline of capitalists.

Just like he never believes Rom will simply smile away grudges, Fu Qian also doesn’t think the warehouse would just give him a vacation for no reason.

So there must be a reason for this abnormality—script.

The warehouse is abnormal because I am abnormal this time.

And my greatest abnormality this time is coming directly from the endless Engraving Wisdom.

Is Lord Fool so terrifying?

Even if the warehouse pulls people back, it can’t let me do a side job temporarily since I am already a script actor?

Let me see...

Without moving a finger, a red-covered notebook automatically appeared in Fu Qian’s hand.

Yes, something so important, how could it be left at the watchtower.

Responding to Lord Rom’s call, Fu Qian casually took it back.

And not only could he truly bring it to the warehouse, but even fall into such an amazing place, without any anomalies, the cover remains bright.

As for the content... Fu Qian opened it casually for a detailed observation.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t any more, just those few words.

Moreover, the opening process didn’t encounter any resistance, everything was very peaceful.

Such a harmonious scene surely warms the heart, yet, unfortunately, in Fu Qian’s view, it may not necessarily be good news.

On one hand, it’s naturally confirming the previous assumption, that is, the special status of Engraving Wisdom does not affect my comings and goings with the warehouse.

But on the other hand, it seems to mean that even returned to the warehouse, the script limitations are still valid, unable to skip this step through dimensional reduction attack.

Rip—

Fu Qian casually tore a blank page from the notebook.

However, after it slipped out of his hand, it disappeared without a trace before it even landed.

And the position where it was torn instantly restored itself to its original state.

...

This performance is somewhat akin to the contained item inside the box.

With inward admiration, Fu Qian recalled the scene where as long as he managed to take the contained item out of the box, it automatically returned after leaving a certain distance.

Although he didn’t have a place for the notebook, the warehouse still quietly contained it in a similar manner.

Even this isn’t the only evidence of harmonious cohabitation, Fu Qian’s gaze continued on his body.

All traces of damage and consumption were brought over intact, the connection between the two sides is truly seamless.

Very reasonable, and to some extent, again proves the meticulous thinking of Lord Rom, who isn’t blindly fighting for survival.

Don’t forget the handling and reuse of the former warehouse administrator Ariel, that one personally guided solidly.

Regarding the operational mechanism of the warehouse and the identity of the Administrator, He couldn’t possibly be without concept.

And the Town Recall Technique, this means, ought to have long been within the calculations.

Daring to open the grand field move in such circumstances, is because it’s calculated that one must return?

If such a conclusion comes true, it will significantly weaken the psychological impact mentioned earlier.

But combining the current scene, Fu Qian still tends to believe the probability is quite high.

It’s reasonable to doubt, even if I try to directly return to Shangjing through manipulating the bloodstains on the Emissary’s Mask, there’s a high chance it won’t succeed.

Once put on, one must return to Engraving Wisdom.

Even speaking of this, theoretically, the marks on the Emissary’s Mask originally were formed with crystallized Thorn Blood—indeed.

Putting the script away, Fu Qian turned to pick up the mask for examination.

At first glance, everything seemed normal, but just like the quiet of the warehouse, this in itself is an abnormality.

He is very certain, when he took it off just now, the bloodstains were in this shape, without any change.

In other words, the bloodstains that would slowly recover if left alone were now crystallized there.

Even the Return Edict had no effect.

He casually activated one of the auras, sure enough, the bloodstains on the mask didn’t change at all.

This most routine handling method has failed.

Wonderful.

But having reached this conclusion, why would Fu Qian care, he still put it on his face.

...

As if separated by ages, yet smoothly enjoying.

It must be said, although the style of the Inverted Lake is bizarre, it’s at least more magnificent than the warehouse.

Sure enough, without encountering any obstacles, the next moment, the radiant crystal marks reappeared before him.

Crack—

And Lord Rom, without intending to announce a word, merely silently continued to slash out the seventh blade.

Not surprisingly, this blade, once again, did not chase the shadows of the Tyrant, but landed farther, almost reaching the edge of the Inverted Lake.

Such determination to kill is as solid as iron.

With a gentle leap back to the watchtower, Fu Qian naturally wouldn’t consider this a gesture of goodwill.

The blades that don’t target the body are rather the truly deadly ones.

Lord Rom’s determination to kill is obvious, neither harboring illusions nor granting the Tyrant any chance of hope.

Aside from not disappointing the watchtower, from this angle, the view is even better.

All seven crystal marks truly follow some wondrous pattern, embodying the essence of budding.

Most importantly, without needing the eighth blade to cross into a cross, all the crystal marks have suddenly burst, covering the entire sky.