Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1413 - 1411 Calamity Strikes (26)

It was evident that His Excellency Alarakir was indeed in a hurry.

When establishing a connection with the Pontiff, I had thrown my right eye out as a coordinate to increase the locking probability.

At the moment, it’s also in a state of essence deprivation, just like my left hand.

So the transformation of the arm into a worm and the eye into this state isn’t too strange after all.

However, it shows that this Superior Being does not want to miss even the slightest weakness.

Additionally, compared to the left eye, the right eye still has its unique traits.

That is, unlike the clumsy worm arm, it not only follows the other eye in flexible movement, but it also dutifully transmits visual signals to me.

It’s rather astonishing, but considering the worm I pulled from my neck at the beginning of entering the Nightmare Corridor, such sensory connections are understandable.

It’s precisely for this reason that even Wen Li didn’t notice anything abnormal upon the second meeting.

Unfortunately, for Fu Qian, he has never liked to simply attribute changes to luck.

Upon entering the corridor, as soon as he realized his field of vision had expanded, he compared it to the worm arm, guessed this possibility, and decided to maintain the status quo.

After all, the current situation isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Digging it out might slightly slow down the pollution rate, but it’s clearly not a good cooperative posture, and it might scare the children in the dream.

The current scene is a clear example.

Without this worm arm, the greater sense of abnormality would make it more difficult for Miss Wen to leave.

It’s another way of saying "my innate qualities always have their use."

If that’s not enough, Fu Qian even considered throwing the Headcage to her to see if it might help.

Besides, why does the dream seem a bit different after it shattered?

...

Stroking the hollow eye socket, Fu Qian fell into contemplation amidst the scene before him.

It was also a corridor, but completely different in tone from the Nightmare Corridor.

Compared to the eerie sublimity of the latter, this had much more of a life-filled atmosphere, like... a hotel one might go to after a bar crawl?

Indeed, the color scheme and decor of this corridor seemed familiar, perhaps seen during Tyler’s visit, but most importantly—

Fu Qian turned to look at a slightly open door beside him and casually pushed it open.

The human-headed, worm-bodied figure, with abs dragging on the ground, looking over in horror, who else could it be but the Interlocutor, my old friend?

Even the figure on the bed, in the distance, hadn’t changed their prone posture.

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull again?"

Before Fu Qian could even enter, the Interlocutor was already frowning and eyeing him up and down, with no joy of someone coming to relieve them.

It was clear that after previous interactions, they no longer expected this kind of enthusiastic relief.

"I thought it was an illusion. Didn’t you disdain entering before? Why the sudden change of heart?"

The gaze unmistakably fell on the bloody pit on Fu Qian’s face, the Interlocutor not hiding their schadenfreude.

After all, it seemed like a stroke of karmic retribution for misbehavior.

"Good question, I would like to know too."

Yet Fu Qian remained composed, seemingly unaffected.

He even manually pushed at his right eyebrow while speaking, to accompany a pondering expression.

After all, with the eye gouged out, the surrounding area was somewhat affected and not as agile.

...

"By rights, I should be strolling in the corridor right now."

Walking to his previous seat, Fu Qian finally shook his head with a sigh.

"It seems His Excellency Alarakir has some opinions about my previous work and forcibly provided some guidance."

"It’s rare for you to be honest for once."

This statement undeniably resonated with the Interlocutor.

It seemed, from his judgment, this was the only possibility.

After all, it was hard to imagine that just losing an eye could change the mind of this madman.

"It seems His power has recovered more ideally than expected. Shouldn’t this be a chance to correct your escape plan?"

"In fact, I think His current actions are purely out of goodwill, not wanting you to continue wasting your potential."

And unsurprisingly, while not quite an arrogant smile, there was a display of pride from the Interlocutor once again.

Indeed, more "ideal" than you could have imagined.

Fu Qian, truly aware of the scale of awakening, shook his head internally, refraining from provoking, and instead looked around.

"Why does it seem like nothing has changed, have you done nothing all this time here?"

"...It’s because there’s nothing that needs changing that I’m doing my job."

Even this technical discussion managed to provoke the Interlocutor.

"To minimize the resistance of dreamers at the time, it’s best to keep the state of the residual dream exactly as when they left."

Clearly hard work being misunderstood, the next moment, he explained coldly, determined to defend himself.

"If I hadn’t been maintaining it carefully, the woman on the bed might have long awoken."

"Quite an explanation you have there!"

Fu Qian was rather agreeable, not only not doubting but seemingly taking it in with a learning attitude.

"In the state of controlling a dream, as long as you experience consciously, you can quickly catch on."

It’s hard to believe he was truly taught, but the Interlocutor seemed eager to switch shifts.

"Had you not left earlier, you might have gained this insight by now, instead of losing an eye."

"Who said I gained nothing?"

This statement made Expert Fu a little unhappy, and he immediately recalled slightly, sketching out a symbol in the air.

"What’s this?"

The Interlocutor watched seriously, yet still failed to glean any insights.

Not knowing even the corridor—pooh, the Corridor logo, yet carrying on?

"Are you kidding me?"

Internally muttering, Fu Qian showed no restraint in his disdain.

"I’m not interested in knowing what this is... so this is your entire gain?"

The Interlocutor, educating the newcomer, clearly couldn’t handle this, remaining silent after another bout of recollection, finally declaring indifference.

...

It seemed the previous judgment was correct, using this symbol instead of the Abandonment King’s emblem, mainly aimed to obstruct me.

Opposite him, Fu Qian slightly nodded, reaching a conclusion.

Even the headliner mixed here for so long was clueless about this symbol, indicating such means were rarely used in previous attempts.

Logically, this concept that directly points to essence should be the perfect tool for escape, and shouldn’t be sidelined.

The most plausible explanation is that this symbol representing essence, like the Divine Being’s dream behind the door, is also specially targeted.

If this is true, even if I showed Riet earlier, it’s uncertain if she’ll remember upon waking.

It truly is the innate Transcendent Insulating Saint Body.

The benefit is that there’s even less concern about being polluted. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Reflecting on this, Fu Qian shook his head nonchalantly, responding to the Interlocutor’s questioning.

"I went to find someone to call that Tyler."

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