Chapter 849 847 Ignition (21)

Chapter 849: Chapter 847: Ignition (21) Chapter 849: Chapter 847: Ignition (21) “We’re here.”

Not long after, the Greed War Chariot came to a sudden halt.

Ballard was the first to open the car door and coldly hurried people out.

It’s unclear whether he also felt that awkwardness, having been speeding the whole way, almost wishing to arrive in an instant.

“Seems like no one’s following. Aren’t you worried I’ll just run away once I get out?”

Fu Qian was in no hurry, asking with interest.

Stoss’s move was truly brutal. Even now, the burning sensation on his body hadn’t decreased, the pain persisted.

However, as a professional, Fu Qian made sure his smile was flawless.

“Also, are you sure we’ve really arrived?”

Fu Qian’s skepticism wasn’t unfounded. The place Ballard took him to meet the Prophet was neither the legendary majestic temple nor some dark abyss.

At first glance, it shockingly turned out to be an utterly ordinary apartment block, one of those with no more than ninety square meters of living space.

“I trust his judgment.”

Ballard didn’t seem to have much interest in conversing about Fu Qian’s question. After taking a deep breath, he pointed upstairs and made a gesture of invitation.

“He wants you to go up yourself, to Room 802.”

“Thanks for the trouble.”

Such a straightforward situation made Fu Qian all the more curious about the Prophet, his interest piqued even further.

After thanking Ballard, he got out of the car and entered the not-so-spacious lobby.

Too bad his clothes and money were all burned; otherwise, he would have liked to tip him as well.

…

After some strategic planning, he was finally meeting with this mysterious person!

The elevator, with its slight noise, rapidly ascended, and Fu Qian reflected.

Compared to being taken back to the base by Ballard, this was undoubtedly a much better turn of events.

He felt that this person knew much more about the flame.

And if it weren’t for the series of maneuvers before, the Prophet probably wouldn’t have been interested in conversing with him, let alone having him brought here without waiting for a report.

Akasha and the rest had complex expressions, and it was likely related to this as well.

The unusual behavior of the Prophet made the nonsense he spouted seem even more intimidating.

Besides that, the exchange with the Hunting Squad was also very fruitful; he gained some understanding of the essential nature of the flame.

As he was lost in thought, the elevator doors opened to a dimly lit corridor.

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, quickly locating Room 802.

He knocked politely on the door and tried pushing. It wasn’t locked and opened at the touch.

…

Sofa, wardrobe, carpet—behind the door was quite the quintessential living scenario, except for the lights being off.

And further ahead, the balcony was fully occupied by an elegantly designed recliner.

With black hair and dark eyes, a portly figure was squinting as he lay there, a clothes pole resting on him.

This look…

For Fu Qian, the scene before him was more shocking than a horde of demons.

The style of this mission seemed to have gone off track right from the start.

But since he was here, Fu Qian went with the flow, closed the door behind him, and sat down on the sofa.

He even fully controlled the armor on his skin to ensure the flames didn’t escape, scorching the furniture.

“You’re here, welcome!”

The Prophet seemed quite affable and didn’t put on airs by ignoring him. He got up right away, scratched his messy hair, and greeted Fu Qian.

Fu Qian was very certain that the Prophet seemed relieved when he saw his face.

“What should I call you? Or shall I just call you the Prophet?”

“There’s no need to be so formal, just call me Yuan Fang.”

The latter waved his hand, his demeanor unexpectedly easygoing—yet that name…

Yuan Fang, the Prophet?

Despite the oddity, after what he’d gone through, Fu Qian actually didn’t find it too strange.

“Alright, Yuan Fang, then what do you think I should be called?”

After the introduction, Fu Qian asked meaningfully.

“That’s not important, but to keep things consistent with everyone else, I’ll call you Mr. Clown.”

Yuan Fang’s tone was entirely natural, but the implications were rather startling.

Firstly, he could observe Fu Qian from a distance through Ballard and the others, or at least hear what was said.

Secondly, he doubted Fu Qian’s story but thought it unimportant who Fu Qian really was.

“Anyway, I really appreciate your cooperation, and I’ve been looking forward to this meeting.”

“Understood, so how did you know I wouldn’t seize the chance to escape?”

Fu Qian nodded and casually asked.

“Since you didn’t leave at the bar, you wouldn’t leave now.”

True to the Prophet’s enigmatic style, Yuan Fang’s words held a Zen-like tranquility.

“So, Mr. Clown, could you tell me how you feel about this place?”

There wasn’t much small talk, Yuan Fang went straight to the point.

“Chaotic, yet there’s a certain order in operation.”

Fu Qian frankly shared his impressions since the other party was so straightforward.

“It seems noisy everywhere, but the chaos aligns itself in a peculiar way, like dust falling from the sky, oddly accumulating into a carpet.”

“That’s an interesting analogy.”

Yuan Fang listened intently and finally nodded earnestly.

“You’re not wrong; there is indeed a lot of dust here.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone, myself included.”

Yuan Fang kept an open and generous posture.

“No matter how glamorous or powerful, if you’re confined here, doomed to decay, you’re just dust.”

“Let me think… are you suggesting that everyone here truly has no way to escape?”

Fu Qian pondered.

“Yes, burning embers can put on a bit of a show, but no amount of brilliance will turn you back into a tree.”

Yuan Fang sighed, pointing at Fu Qian’s face.

“Of course, what’s on you isn’t even brilliance, it’s a pure destructive force.”

“So, that’s why you breathed a sigh of relief earlier? You were worried that what I had was actually ‘fire’?”

Fu Qian’s expression showed understanding.

“That’s just one aspect. Mostly, I wouldn’t want you spreading incorrect ideas to others.”

Yuan Fang didn’t deny it.

“Dust has a right to peace, and false hope is a very dangerous thing.”

“If the situation you speak of were indeed effective, have you thought about what this world would turn into?”

“That is indeed…”

“Most importantly, I wanted to ask for your help this time.”

Looking at Fu Qian, Yuan Fang’s tone was very serious.

“Why must it be my help? You should have plenty of people available.”

Fu Qian was curious.

“You’re different from them, I can’t observe your destiny, and the task at hand needs a bit of uncertainty.”

“Let’s hear it; what exactly do you need done?”

Since the other side was so earnest, Fu Qian didn’t beat around the bush.

“It’s simple, help me eliminate those outsiders.”

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