Chapter 2418: Chapter 2413: The Prophet Is Dead (24)

Telling stories has never been an easy task, Fu Qian states that despite years of deceit and trickery, he only has gained a modest insight.

Therefore, for him, a certain idea has always been clear—the first warrior to step through that mysterious door, deserves a thorough understanding of their journey.

So only after Amber truly helped to find someone, would he have such patient and meticulous communication.

Unfortunately, though Black Doctor appears prepared, he still comes across as slightly clumsy.

If he knew how to hide his clumsiness, saying "I don’t know" to every question might work, but he insists on displaying self-assurance in his own story, even attempting to illustrate character arcs, attracting suspicion by revealing flaws.

Did he really just write on the wall?

The effect of that door is so extraordinary that it’s hard to imagine it being linked to a Demigod.

Regrettably, this person acts more and more bizarrely, with an increasing amount of inconsistent words and actions, akin to self-exposure, forcing people to consider such a possibility.

Just like previously critiqued, writing that line on the wall is hard to categorize as goodwill, and can be described as a prank.

After that, not being in a hurry to enter, waiting until more people witnessed it before acting, makes it feel even more malicious, even unreasonable.

In Fu Qian’s view, except for truly crazed characters who toy with the world, almost no one would both perform such a prank, and then actually step through that door.

But such characters, how could they react so vulnerably when facing the small "truth" behind the door?

In plain terms, Black Doctor needs to work further on the rationality of their character setting.

Needless to say, his current response to threats is very strenuous.

"I don’t want to hear your mad ramblings here... Ha, is this the wisdom of outsiders?"

Realizing he had somehow offered his neck to be grasped, Black Doctor didn’t resist for a moment, allowing Fu Qian to carry him, even retorting sarcastically.

Very dignified—if not for the excessive attention paid to Amber.

In Fu Qian’s view, the last sentence was obviously aimed at the latter, intended to evoke a sense of crisis.

Ultimately, falling into the character inconsistency problem once again.

While accepting death is in place, such subconscious attempts to unite all forces show a survival instinct that seems too strong.

"Yes, now it’s part of the outsiders’ power."

Fu Qian nodded slightly, a golden radiance bursting from his body.

...

The remake of Decree Residue operating at full power has already pressured the Demigod to some extent.

Even if Black Doctor had mentally prepared, such preparations were decidedly insufficient.

Bathed in that dazzling color, his eyes became visibly clearer.

Crunch!

Seemingly inadequate, the next moment, those two eyeballs shockingly shot out as if from startled puppets.

Even the impact was similar, not truly hitting Fu Qian’s face, but upon reaching a certain limit, the connected apparatus pulled them back.

Is there even any bodily fluid left?

And such a bizarre scene doesn’t hinder Fu Qian from quickly deriving an observation, clicking his tongue in amazement.

No wonder he’s called the Black Doctor, this body structure is indeed a bit unusual.

It remains a mortal body, but beneath a seemingly ordinary surface lies an internal structure reminiscent of a cluster of dried specimens intertwined.

Regardless of whether it’s blood or other miscellaneous body fluids, they’ve long dried up, the vacant parts filled with peculiar substances.

Though reaching High-level Extraordinary, form isn’t that crucial, but this isn’t just anti-human, it’s practically flipping off the concept of life itself.

Yet such a structure maintains a perfect appearance and operation prior, credit to the doctor for his excellent craftsmanship.

Even now.

The function of the eyeballs seems akin to corks, although not hitting the target, when popping out at one moment, a colored gas sealed inside instantly pervades the surroundings.

This is High-level Extraordinary.

No matter how weak it appears on the surface, there will always be some vicious tricks hidden within.

"Ha—"

Clearly, Black Doctor doesn’t have any fellow spirit, as even Amber falls within the strike range.

Although the latter quickly reacts, promptly retreating and even summoning barriers for protection, a faint trace of light green still stains him.

The effect is truly immediate, so much so that before reacting further, Amber displays the expression of having fate clench at his nape, his body suddenly stiffens, and the sound from his throat is peculiar.

Spirit Shock? Isn’t this legendary fear gas?

Such a scene undoubtedly spurs the imagination, and Fu Qian makes a casual guess.

And just like how the eyeballs didn’t actually soar away earlier, until now he hasn’t attempted leaving the coverage area, instead taking a deep breath the next moment.

Still too mundane, no sensation.

...

Back when the Academy fashioned a target on Miss Wen, they had already tested her literacy’s value.

She’s regarded as a veteran in emotional manipulation, yet single ascension to Demigod and exerting full effort still yields no effect.

At this very moment, Black Doctor’s little tricks face the same.

Even as Fu Qian actively increases the intake, it fails to stir even a slight ripple.

Is such sharp criticism unfair to him?

After all, there exists a significant gap in ranking, and Miss Wen didn’t outperform either.

Simple, it’s called mundane because there was greater expectation originally.

As techniques of a Demigod, this might count as decent.

But the door shows equal treatment to both Demigods and Tyrants, outsiders or natives alike.

If it’s genuinely Black Doctor’s handiwork, how can it move such a noble presence, there must be a reason.

Sizzle—

Unfortunately, seemingly provoked by defamation, Black Doctor is now thoroughly infuriated, unwilling to give further reasons.

In its place, compensating are bizarre sounds eliciting from within that unique body.

Blowing and plucking.

Indeed, Fu Qian feels this term fits best.

If the body tissues losing bodily fluid resemble twisted dried specimens together.

Then at this moment, they start intense friction, evoking an extremely bizarre commotion.

And this only scratches the surface, the ultimate flesh pain uses it as a medium to reflect out, intensifying madly.

Oh?

And this time, even Grand Fate Ming Emperor is finally influenced.

While Fu Qian clicks his tongue in amazement, Decree Residue continues full-force, subduing those "delusions" for him.

Boom!

Unfortunately, reverse psychology still appears triggered.

At one point, Black Doctor’s already seriously deformed body directly exploded into fragments amidst extreme climactic agony.