Chapter 2515 - 2510: The Report with the Wrong Timestamp

Chapter 2515: Chapter 2510: The Report with the Wrong Timestamp

Could it be too restrained? Does the Death God not know about the warehouse’s existence?

After marveling at the mysterious nature of the gods’ authority, Fu Qian immediately began to gripe.

To be fair, this way of utilizing a pawn is quite ingenious, especially in terms of concealment.

No revered name, no emblem, no image—Laurie and the others didn’t even know what they were serving before.

All in all, it looks like nothing more than a carrion worm driven by greed; who would think it could transform into a dragon once it reaches a certain size?

But with a warehouse here, these just seem appealing.

Unless the warehouse is completely foolish, or a backdoor is opened for the Death Overlord, trying to steal chickens like this is naive.

Any demigod senior, as long as guided by the mission to find someone, could shatter these soul chains with a punch, right?

Or are there multiple chains like this?

Imagine all over the Bookstore World, various greedy worms growing, varying in length?

Worms, a manifestation of vitality is that their numbers are numerous and fearless of death.

Honestly, even so, under the senseless surveillance of the warehouse, they still seem inadequate.

In summary, if the Death Overlord is aware of the warehouse’s existence and still chooses to leave such a backup, it feels somewhat foolish and naive.

Speaking of which, during my mission at that time, I received a special reward from the Fool Idol.

"It was nice working with you, farewell."

Finding it amusing, Fu Qian directly bade farewell to Selana.

...

Just leaving like that? It’s really not a summoning ritual?

Selana was pondering various reasons over there, a bit stunned by this sudden change.

Upon reflection, one could see there truly wasn’t any problem.

It was originally a temporary collaboration under violent coercion; later, as it deepened, it seemed outwardly harmonious.

And now, as they’re both demigods, the fundamental basis for collaboration no longer exists; whether or not to continue working together seems only based on the benefits of cooperation.

After consideration, the other party believed the expected returns were too low or currently sufficient, decisively withdrew and left.

Very reasonable...

Though considering Selana’s situation, it was somewhat bewildering.

What to do next? How to solve the issues she faces? If trying to force the other party to help, is there any way?

"Pleasant cooperation... but earlier I heard you say it doesn’t matter seeing Sorondir?"

Hesitantly, Selana seemed to recall the legendary provocation method.

"Yes, so even though he will be here soon, I’m not interested in staying and waiting, do you?"

Fu Qian had already reached the door by now, but seemed to consider the cooperation a bit, responding nonetheless.

Logical and substantiated, not only indifferent to encounter but won’t feel any loss missing it; it’s the ultimate form of cold violence.

And Fu Qian’s final inquiry seemed like a difficult question for Selana.

Meeting under this situation, the confrontation could be intense.

But if not deriving from this clue, what else to do thereafter?

Indeed, she obtained valuable insights, learning some startling secrets about the Death Overlord, but lacked clear references for escaping this situation.

"Time seems to be running out; you’d best decide quickly."

And Fu Qian’s timely reminder undoubtedly intensified this anxiety.

"... What’s that in your hand?"

At first hearing, that sounded somewhat sarcastic, but Selana quickly realized it wasn’t so simple, directing her response toward the object in Fu Qian’s hand.

Watching this mysterious demigod standing at the front desk, flipping through items with evident curiosity, eventually pulling out a document to look through.

"An accident report, though the date seems wrong."

Although no longer allies, Fu Qian responded casually, given their past associations.

...

Date error? Isn’t such a mistake common within reports?

Selana remained silent once more, seemingly unable to comprehend the need for emphasis.

"Judging by unredacted content, it suggests one casualty, not a major incident..."

Fu Qian continued mumbling as he flipped through.

"How is it wrong?"

Unable to listen further, Selana directed focus.

"Because the date is today, and it even mentions severe weather, storms raging."

Fu Qian had finished browsing the report, casually dropping it and leaving, only leaving behind a silhouette and words.

"According to the document, the storm should end within half an hour."

...

Until descending and leaving, Selana made no attempts to retain him nor followed.

The assertion of limited time was indeed derived from the report’s content.

All previous descriptions were true—it was ostensibly a prematurely written report.

It exemplified the importance of information gathering.

If Selana possessed patience, she could completely examine all reports.

Lacking real world experiences of entering this office, she’d never guess it was another female receptionist originally sitting here.

Further, contemplating how the female receptionist projected here, and why storms could be predicted.

Indeed, the sole casualty in the report was a female.

And the receptionist’s confidence wasn’t reckless, potentially linked to her projection in the Domain of the Dead, granting some weather foresight.

Extraordinary... it shows there’s always an explanation for strange happenings.

Besides, if Selana isn’t foolish, she should soon realize when interacting with Sorondir this information is useful leverage.

...

Sorondir arrived quickly indeed.

Once more observing from the previous concealed spot, noticing the three Winged Birds still soaring in the sky.

Though an anomaly emerged; the winds surrounding the building seemed temporarily stationary—the rain similarly paused.

Defying gravity as wind halted, distinct droplets astonishingly suspended mid-air.

Coupled with the birds’ luminescent display, the visual was so unique, reminiscent of alternative sunshine seen on swift voyages.

Ultimately, the forthcoming meeting between the two demigods promised to be momentous; hopefully, Selana obtained insights.

As for forsaking the lead currently, what should be pursued within the next half hour?

In such brevity, is there anything more worthwhile to encounter—indeed there is.

The entire outline of Moore rapidly formed within his mind’s eye, as a momentous decision saw Fu Qian’s entity adrift with the breeze, traversing toward an unexplored direction.