Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1405 - 1403 Calamity Strikes (18)

What’s going on again?

Fu Qian, who had never planned to step into the Divine Beings’ Nightmare, was naturally testing the Interlocutor’s limits with his actions just now.

The reason he had the leisure to do so was that he was waiting for the next person to invite him as a guest in their dreamscape.

People must keep their promises; that’s exactly why one should look for other channels once he steps out.

Thankfully, the next notice didn’t keep him waiting for too long.

As the Interlocutor admitted his inability to probe the new dreamscape’s dynamics, Fu Qian sensed a fresh disturbance.

And after responding, he indeed arrived at a new place. The problem being—

With a slight frown, Fu Qian looked at the satin-smooth body on the bed in front of him, lost in contemplation due to the familiarity of the scene.

Do you people have nothing better to do than to think I’m doing this every day?

Compared to Tyler’s more luxurious bed, there’s undoubtedly another graceful figure here.

Likewise, she lay asleep, equally without a stitch of clothing.

And this, too, was not the first time he had seen her.

Although only showing the left side of her face, at a glance, coupled with that silky blonde hair, who could it be but Veil the seeker?

Could it be that the seduction technique from those years, ignored by him, still lingers as an unyielding obsession?

That person shouldn’t be someone so boring, right?

Shaking his head, Fu Qian turned his attention around the room.

The classical and luxurious decor was equally not unfamiliar.

If he remembered correctly, this was Veil’s residence in that town of Byeluk without any Transcendents.

It was obviously more spacious than his own place and likely Veil’s own bedroom.

Yet over five seconds had passed since his arrival, and the one leaning on the bed remained motionless.

Such a large sacrifice seemingly indicated no pretense of sleep but rather a fellow guest forcibly pulled in.

Treading lightly, Fu Qian walked over to the bedside.

Beside him, a delicate silver mirror reflected his true appearance.

Knowing his own face, knowing this place, knowing that Veil knows him...

Fu Qian casually draped a purple blanket over Veil and silently returned to the door, unlocking and pulling it open in half a second.

Sure enough, it’s you.

...

With a face full of surprise at being discovered and a body instinctively trying to avoid, outside the door was a face somewhat similar to Veil’s.

Who else could it be but her troublesome sister?

Imagination indeed is mighty.

Though his deduction was correct, Fu Qian still stared at Riet’s face with a frown and shook his head, not hiding his amazement.

This is the first time knowing that even in dreams, something like this could happen.

Undoubtedly showing that Riet was the creator of this dream.

From this point, combined with Riet’s previous suspicion of his and Veil’s relationship, the scenario before him was easily deduced—a rebellious sister causing trouble, a sister forced to endure humiliation and sacrifice.

And he, no doubt, was marked as the villain type among them.

Ah, the hormone-driven young minds!

"Want to talk outside?"

Sighing inwardly, Fu Qian motioned to Riet with a gentle tone.

Even as he spoke, he stepped slightly to the side, allowing Riet a view of the bed.

"Is she asleep?"

Fu Qian’s tone and demeanor were undoubtedly infectious. Riet, who initially dared not look, quickly recovered and glanced over.

The scene on the bed was noticeably less lascivious than imagined, and though it signified little, Riet felt a sense of relief.

"She should be."

To her query, Fu Qian did not even turn his head and casually responded.

"Alright... then let’s not disturb her."

Gritting her teeth a bit, Riet finally stepped aside, making way.

...

In some aspects, the imagination and resilience of women are truly not to be underestimated.

Fu Qian didn’t care whether Riet’s reaction was calm or frantic.

What amazed him was that with the successive impacts and reversals, the imaginary eyes atop Riet’s head representing her dream immersion level became stable almost instantly after flickering initially.

By the time she invited him in, it remained virtually unshaken.

Clearly, to her, the scene had been mentally filled in abundantly, with not a trace of irrationality.

The direct result was that Fu Qian’s maneuvers hardly increased his control over the dreamscape.

Compared to Brother Tyler’s self-torturous insanity, this dreamscape seems to require much more effort to manipulate.

Yet even so, this dreamscape, in theory, still holds considerable value—under the stimulus of a genius elder sister, the dreamer before him had always shown a keen interest in transcendent powers, not hesitating to cut off her own hand for it.

And her speech at the Dunice Opera House suggested she wouldn’t mind gaining such powers through faith.

As a candidate fanatic for the Abandonment King symbolizing Calamity, she’s of excellent potential.

...

"I didn’t mean to; I couldn’t sleep at night and seemed to hear a noise in my sister’s room..."

Consistent with his memory, Veil’s abode was indeed spacious.

So much so that Riet, leading the way, didn’t halt in the living room but kept going until a door diagonally from Veil’s room, gesturing for Fu Qian to enter.

The guest room setup bore marks of habitation.

Upon entering, Fu Qian immediately knew it was Riet’s room.

Must they maintain the longest distance? The relationship between these sisters is truly contentious.

Amidst his reflection, Riet began explaining the earlier situation, her reasoning sounding quite smooth.

"I know, since I also seemed to hear snoring."

To this problem, Fu Qian had no interest in dwelling and promptly pinned a crime’s name on Veil without batting an eyelid.

...

Upon hearing Fu Qian’s words, Riet’s face immediately contorted.

Though she received agreement, it clearly wasn’t what she meant.

Moreover, it would be impossible for her to believe that a Transcendent like her sister would snore.

Yet facing such slander, Riet ultimately only gritted her teeth without further argument, the fluctuation in her dream immersion negligible.

"Thank you for looking after my sister during this time."

The next moment, she even chose to express gratitude.

"I was rather rude when we first met; please forgive me."

Oh?

The rebellious young girl finally spouting sensible words caused Fu Qian to nod slightly.

"It’s alright, I didn’t help for free either."

...

Although silent again for a brief moment, Riet’s clarity did not waver in Fu Qian’s expectation.

After gazing at Fu Qian for a moment, she unexpectedly turned slightly, displaying a not-so-agile hand.

"So do you have a way to help me... I won’t let you help for nothing."

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