Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1406 - 1404: Calamity Strikes (19)

So eager?

Facing Riet, who cooperated excessively, Fu Qian did not rush to speak, his gaze fell on that hand.

Spotless and well-proportioned, with delicate skin, at first glance no different from the other one. Veil must have spent a lot on it.

Unfortunately, even so, its dexterity was still far inferior, barely stronger than his insect arm.

Even once upon a time, the style was as wild as ever.

Fu Qian naturally recalled Riet’s beast claw.

To cut off such a hand to replace it with that style showed a determination any Evil God would want to see.

Isn’t it obvious that before I’ve even started preaching the power of my master, this one has already delivered herself up?

"Sorry, but you seem to lack talent."

Therefore, wasting no time, when he withdrew his gaze, Fu Qian straightforwardly expressed his unwelcomeness.

With an unprecedentedly transcendent demeanor, he completely ignored the "reward" emphasized by the other party.

...

So the hardest thing is to deny oneself.

Even if it’s just being rated poorly in a dream, at that moment, the degree to which Riet’s eyes opened was even more exaggerated than when the door was opened just now.

The only unfortunate thing is, it still wasn’t exaggerated enough.

Fu Qian casually fitted a trend in his mind and nearly confirmed abandoning the strategy of flesh pollution.

The prerequisite for flesh pollution is control over the dream.

According to previous experience, the method to achieve this requires maintaining impact levels below extremes to prevent people from waking up directly, while continually expanding the dreamer’s cognition.

However, compared to Brother Tyler, this person’s talent is far inferior, while the power of imagination is strong, much like having binged too many dramas.

Plus, this dream was clearly themed around emotional entanglement; Fu Qian doubted that even if he tried world-ending destruction, this person would find the plot peculiar.

But it’s okay, if flesh pollution doesn’t work, there’s still mental pollution.

Pure mental nature, even without Transcendent attributes, is my strong suit.

"I completely understand your feelings."

Without waiting for Riet to speak, Fu Qian continued with earnest sincerity.

"I can even understand why you are so obsessed with superpowers; it’s far from the competitiveness of the surface, striving to surpass your sister—"

Although the contact wasn’t extensive, for Fu Qian, understanding the mindset of such a young person and catering to it was indeed too easy.

Even though her body remained stiff, Riet, who had been biting her lip and lowering her head, was already uncontrollably looking over.

"Rather, you want to protect your sister."

With a gentle gaze, after a simple pause, Fu Qian achieved a perfect transition.

Virtually instantly, within eyes identical to Veil’s, the shimmering tears could no longer hold and fell, shattering over the arm in front.

"Mr. Fu thinks too much... I’ve always been a troublemaker at home—"

Yet even so, Riet did not seem too eager to admit this, quickly stabilizing her emotions, taking a deep breath, pretending to be relaxed.

"But have you ever considered what kind of sacrifice you would need to make, even if you could achieve that protection?"

Unfortunately, always grasping the rhythm, Fu Qian used a casual interruption to crush this stubbornness.

"Sacrifice, you mean there is..."

Almost in a jolt, even the act of wiping away tears without a trace was interrupted, and Riet’s eyes nearly sparkled with light.

"My previous emphasis was on sacrifice."

Regarding this irrational response, Venerable Fu appeared slightly displeased.

"And my evaluation is genuine; your talent is far behind your sister’s. To reach her level or exceed it, the tests you must undergo are exceedingly harsh, completely beyond your imagination."

...

Once again, a ruthless critique unquestionably caused Riet, whose self-esteem was already strong, to clench her teeth.

However, the perseverance and resilience of youth were still manifested in her.

"More severe than this...?"

The next moment, that not-so-nimble hand, under the control of an exceedingly strong will, clumsily extended once again, placing itself under Fu Qian’s eyes.

"I said it is beyond your imagination."

Unfortunately, he did not lift his eyelids and responded coldly.

"It’s a tempering of the will... requiring absolute firmness, purity, unstained by the mundane."

However, seeing the hope that had awakened in Riet’s eyes shattered instantly under impact, and her face turned as pale as paper, Fu Qian paused, his tone finally softened slightly.

"It is much like the faith of ancient times, can you understand? It’s entirely different from the Night Holy City, which is full of the stench of money."

Faith...

Yet, even with this statement emphasizing difficulty, Riet’s eyes suddenly widened, her expression faintly revived.

"Don’t get it wrong, it’s also different from the faith you’re familiar with in history."

Slightly frowning, Fu Qian seemed to find this enthusiasm somewhat incomprehensible.

But only seemingly.

During Dunis, he had listened to the opera together with this pair of sisters.

Before the story of the God of Hubbub and the War God’s wife, Veil apparently had explained the real history to this one.

And within Riet’s reaction, there was evidently a yearning for that era where faith alone could grant power.

Being an Evil God, besides catering to tastes, the rationality of guidance must also be emphasized.

At this moment, after a tug of war, undoubtedly Riet’s world underwent extreme fluctuations, revealing new insights.

And as old sayings go, those who have experienced darkness cherish the light that they have worked hard to attain.

"I know those different histories!"

Indeed, the old saying proved true. Facing Fu Qian’s repetitious emphasis on difficulty, every strand of Riet’s hair exuded determination.

"You know?"

Even someone as strong as Fu Qian found his momentum implicitly suppressed for a moment.

However, he was clearly not inclined to trust the young one’s reckless words, immediately squinting his eyes, examining her without giving away his intent.

"Yes, I know. I even know that they were deliberately hidden, leading to such complete disappearance."

Riet answered without hesitation.

"And those who orchestrated this, it’s likely the Night Watchman, as for the purpose... perhaps it was to protect ordinary people."

Veil had shared quite a lot with this sister indeed.

Though Riet wasn’t entirely sure in her tone at the end, the content mentioned earlier had already stirred astonishment within Fu Qian.

With no talent but abundant curiosity, one could fully imagine how Veil coped with this sister.

Certainly, for such a character, nothing catered more than an Evil God.

"You actually really know..."

Seemingly recognizing this young one for the first time, Fu Qian appeared visibly more solemn, "shocked" by Riet’s response.

"I will not comment on Veil’s behavior of telling you these things, but knowing that the Night Watchman’s actions likely aimed to protect ordinary people, you still wish to engage with that danger?"

"Yes."

Riet slowly and firmly nodded.

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