Chapter 1376: Chapter 1374: Beyond the Stars Association
Dark Branch Fallen Hand, is quite an interesting name.
Combined with the subsequent evaluation, it even has a somewhat ambiguous stance on good and evil.
By the time the task evaluation ended, Fu Qian was already standing steadily.
Without needing to end himself, leaving by successfully completing the task can be considered an unexpected reward.
At least itâs worth 1 SAN Point.
Although the expense of this task was far more exaggerated than that.
During the final reverse tracking process, to ensure the best effect, another use of the Pseudo-Divine Being was added, which alone cost 40 points.
Speaking of which, if the agent had held on for just a few more seconds, the results would have been very different.
What a pity, he didnât muster those last few gritted moments.
While it seems that I can still hold on a bit longer.
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Good news, the final strategy proved to be effective.
After escaping from the task, the blood loss effect magnified by the nightmare powers returned to normal flow under the warehouseâs reset.
I can count down for a little while longer.
Bad news, as expected, the warehouse couldnât replenish the blood I lost.
I can only count down a little longer.
Worse news, though the wounds were healed, the lost âselfâ was also not replenished.
Such as the missing left arm and the blossomed skull.
Fu Qian is very sure that his head is no longer round and can only see with one eye.
[Name: Copper Fishbone Hook]
The next moment, the One-Eyed man gazed at the One-Armed, fondling the special reward from this trip.
[Type: Ring]
[Effect: Made of Brass, stained with filth, an unclean hook.
The already plain appearance was distorted during a violent pull, leaving it devoid of any aesthetics and wearers must be careful of being pricked.
Upon activation, it releases a slow-swimming fish; the struck target will gradually transform into a part of the fish from the wound.
Being a former part of the rule, it remains more profane even after being broken.
Active only once every seven days]
[Remarks: At the moment it takes the bait, is it the fish getting tricked or the person summoned.]
Bronze Ring Fish?
Observing the special reward in hand, itâs effortlessly recognized as the same model as the one eaten.
Even uglier in comparison, as stated in the introduction, threads and strands of grime similar in color to that on the agent are almost covering the entire ring.
At first glance, it looks like it was dredged out of a gutter.
But this effect is rather interesting, the feeling of growing onto the fish was quite memorable.
The extravagant one-week cooldown period also seems rather stylish.
Fu Qian didnât hesitate, operating single-handedly to put it on.
The five fingers became more resplendent at once.
Before eating the fish, the rings were already absorbed into the flesh, now gathered onto one hand.
Coupled with a few excessively market-stall-looking designs, the true essence of opulence is fully displayed.
After all that, Fu Qian checked over his body again, confirming he was scarred and lacking parts, he finally looked up at the sky once more, satisfied.
Many bad news, but one piece of good news â the hard-earned clear connection wasnât severed with the task completion.
It even became clearer.
Perhaps because I returned to reality, or maybe because the discarded eyeball had a beacon effect.
Upon seeing the other shore of the Stars Association, Fu Qian knew it was akin to a Half-step Moon existence.
Ancient, of the Divine Tier, extremely dangerous.
But one advantage is that in such places, the concept of physical distance is often blurred.
This is exceedingly good for the next action, as the remaining time might not support traveling too far.
[SAN Points -10]
Pseudo-Divine Being activated again, amidst the forcefully elevated ranking, Fu Qian concentrated all his spirit on the connection.
Until darkness and frost fire filled his vision and consciousness once more.
He took a step forward.
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Truly exquisite.
Incomprehensibly wondrous yet profoundly natural, when Fu Qian stepped down, he found himself amidst blooming flowers.
Flowers under the stars on the other shore.
Countless ideographs seen in the Sect, Bloodline Clan, and even Evil Omen incarnate the concept of Law with utmost abundance.
Every curve and spiral like a perfect artwork forged from knowledge and millennia.
Yet simultaneously, they are an integrated whole.
Despite appearing complex, Fu Qian confirmed this at first sight.
Nesting, interlocking, operating, like a supremely exquisite instrument, the manifestation of âperfection.â
And driving that perfection was the leaping frost fire within.
Witch Niel Glegorya.
The source of this frost fire was all too easy to identify.
Fu Qian knew definitively that the target to escort lay in the vortexâs depth, and that fire was born from her.
Is she being pulled here as fuel⊠or defined as carbon fire?
Besides the connection sourceâs identity, Fu Qian perceived a certain essence.
The Witch wasnât trapped by some cage, but defined.
Through its operation, the law bestowed upon her, and even himself, the concept of fuel.
Is this the ultimate showcase of rule power?
Did the reappearance of bygone Stars Association and laws, starting a month ago, come at the cost of the Witchâs combustion?
Realizing she couldnât escape this, did she leave the knight from afar her last blessing, release the sheltered ones from the World Within the Painting, and end up here, finally falling into slumber?
If true, the motherâs blood was used for painting, the daughter designated as fuel; truly, itâs not easy being this defiled girl.
Surely, she shouldnât sleep much longer; even compared to the task time, the cold frost fire has already dimmed significantly.
The previous judgments were correct; she hasnât much time left.
The sole opportunity for escort lies before me, though seemingly without chance.
Each legal ideograph manifests the essence of rule power, unbreakable.
What Yack used to restrain me at the time was merely their reflection.
Sizzle!
With a sigh, Fu Qianâs newly donned coat was once again torn by the inflating body.
The Brilliant Tyrant reappears.
Of course, Fu Qian wasnât optimistic enough to use it to destroy everything.
Thump!
A heavy metal headcage was pulled from the wound and thrown to the ground.
Then a transparent bowâŠ
A broken metal rattle bellâŠ
Silver-white handgunâŠ
All large items removed, body stretched to the fullest, Fu Qian stretched lazily, relinquishing all restraints on his body.
The originally shattered body became indistinguishable amidst flying flesh, starkly contrasting the laws before.
A masterpiece of utmost refinement, everyone generally shares a common sense: never let an uncontrollable drunkard into a place storing such precise instruments.
The next moment, Fu Qian focused on a once-unusable item in his sole remaining eye.
With a blink, this ravaged body would enter a divine-ignoring intoxication.
For such situations, of the remaining hidden cards, this seems the only one potentially effectiveâthough only potentially.
But thatâs where the fun lies, isnât it?
Fu Qian blinked.
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Someoneâs humming.
In the darkness, this was the first piece of information Fu Qian received.
The second piece was something following the melody, gently patting his body.
Following the rhythm up to an organ resembling an eye, Fu Qian slowly opened toward the soundâs direction.
The hum instantly ceased.
A pale, enchanting face looked down upon him silently.
Despite the feedback from senses, his current form was barely better than a worm.
Yet the owner of the familiar face cradled him like an infant, cautious.
The patting came from the back, now stopped as well.
That moment seemed to last for eons.
Then, Fu Qian felt a force behind, pulling his head closer.
The expressionless face blossomed, and after a nurturing mimic, let out a chuckle.
âDo you love Mommy?â
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