Chapter 1986: Chapter 1981: Mathematical Euphoria (42)
In the end, still didnât make it.
Although the process was merely speculative and the result was anticipated long ago, the inability to meet the sage, whom Fu Qian had admired for so long, still filled him with regret.
Of course, this regret only existed in logical thinking; there were simply no emotional resources left to allocate there.
Upon first encountering the White Head Holy Church, faced with the giant Finger Ball about to explode, the scene once marveled at truly appeared in the mind.
Full of yellow murk from the first layer to the hundredth, in the Ecstasy Exhibition Hall found by Joyful Delight..., at this moment, Fu Qian confirmed the ecstasy breeding layer by layer in his mind wasnât yet three-digit, but it was close.
Compared to the Superior Beings encountered in the past, Lord Stomach was somewhat distinct in his love and hatred; once recognized in the church earlier, he struck heavily.
If not for the need to comply with certain rules of this realm, the impact he inflicted ultimately remained within the mental domain; otherwise, who knows what form I would have morphed into.
After another exposure, Fu Qian leaned toward maintaining his previous viewâthe power level was lofty, but Lord Stomach wasnât very bright.
Although he had a bizarre appearance, among the myriad Superior Beings encountered, he was a breath of fresh air.
...
Of course, even a breath of fresh air can drown people, and the current situation was proof.
Fu Qian was acutely aware his time to act with free will was running out.
But it didnât matter; donât forget this fresh air was invited by himself.
As for Lord Stomachâs attitude towards Paradise, observed all the way, it was quite ambiguous.
Combining with his straightforward style, three conclusions could be drawn with reasonable certaintyâ
Firstly, Paradise wasnât his territory; otherwise, he wouldnât have to go to such lengths to deal with me.
Secondly, he was striving to make Paradise his domain; these churches and such seen were evidence of power erosion.
Lastly, his power was somewhat close to Paradise.
Previously, when praying for "ecstasy" in the Second Realm, I was essentially simulating layer upon layer of ecstasy in my mind, resulting in a resonance with "ecstasy".
And with these three points in mind, theoretically, having been actively polluted, my current situation was better than before.
An Ancient Man was always lurking behind, his gaze was fixed, and he didnât even bother to pretend anymore previously.
The thought of navigating through Shattering Void continuously wouldnât need a second thought for the risky nature it entailed.
If my will was utterly corrupted, becoming a Puppet of Lord Stomach, there was a significant chance Iâd become his minion for eroding Paradise.
In a sense, it might be mixing into a setup, whether actively or passively leveraging this power to combat the Ancient Man.
Even completing the task by turning Paradise into a divine domain of ecstasy, perhaps I could accomplish it smoothly.
"...Do you believe they werenât killed by me?"
Amidst optimistic fantasies, just now the words eventually stirred Confession Brotherâs emotions; his smile turned into surprise, gazing over directly.
...
Worthy of a Tomb Guardianâs point of interest, such enlightenment must be quite challenging.
Watching Confession Brother, who instantly perked up mentally, Fu Qian understood it was due to his mentioning he might not be the culprit.
Though intending to withdraw from the Brotherhood, the notion of karma and reincarnation was evidently deeply rooted in his mind, no wonder there was such a degree of mutation in the coffin-bound body.
"Of course."
Thus, Fu Qian didnât waste time repeating what was said in the carriage earlier, just nodded naturally.
"But... why?"
A Confession Brother barely able to contain his excitement, clearly hoped heâd say more.
"Because, essentially, they all died because of me."
Fu Qian didnât hold back either.
"But... why?"
The content was so startling, Confession Brotherâs reaction was akin to copy-pasting.
"Good question, why indeed..."
Sighing lightly, Fu Qian shook the golden gourd in his hand left and right, eyes observing nose and heart, detached.
Paired with the terrifying scene around, indeed he resembled a murderer more.
"What do you intend... to kill me together?"
Confession Brother stood up at that moment, swiftly maintaining his distance.
Though lacking evidence, he was inclined to accept Fu Qianâs earlier statement, further worrying about his own safety.
"Ha... Thatâs really uncertain."
Feeling the precarious mental state, Fu Qian gave a chilling answer, even genuinely stepping forward step by step.
"Stop, donât come closer."
Confession Brother stumbled momentarily as his steps faltered back, desperately retreating.
Unfortunately, his low warning had no meaning to the vicious individual ahead.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian caught up and swung a hammer without hesitation.
Clangââ
An excessively crisp sound, yet it wasnât the sound of hitting flesh.
Staring at the incense burner flattened in front of him, Fu Qian didnât hesitate and swung the hammer in reverse.
Still failed to hit the target; under life threat, Confession Brother dodged the attack with astonishing agility once again.
But I didnât dodge.
Fu Qian stopped pursuing and glanced down.
A bloody hole appeared in the abdomen, location slightly off-center, yet naturally reminiscent of the umbilical cord in the Third Realm.
As for the weapon causing the bloody hole, Fu Qian looked at Confession Brother, who had once again put distance
The latterâs right hand clasped a somewhat familiar weapon.
Short as a forearm, akin to a dagger or stick, it was indeed the one carried by the fallen thick-browed man lying on the ground.
Now it had indeed fulfilled its original purpose, leaving a severe injury on me.
"Arenât you surprised?"
As he lamented the impermanence of life here, Confession Brotherâs response was surprisingly composed towards the sudden change, his voice rendering calm.
"Not surprised... Whatâs your name?"
Fu Qian shook his head.
...
Of course, it wasnât he intentionally missed; the golden gourd was aimed at Confession Brotherâs head.
The latter was supposed to end up like the Masked Lady, but the attack was interfered with.
What interfered?
Similar cases had been witnessed more than once.
Could it be that youâre loath to just leave, Ancient Lord?
"You were always too lazy to inquire othersâ names before, should I feel honored?"
"How did you figure it was me, and not that tearful guy?"
Unfortunately, the other party wasnât interested in self-introduction.
While speaking, manipulating the weapon at hand, "Confession Brother" even took the initiative to close in, focusing on the key question.
"Not certain, was just a test."
Amidst the ecstasy in full flow, a chaotic current seemed to emerge, making every move difficult, yet Fu Qian still held the golden gourd firmly before him.
"If you kill him, heâs not you; if not, then he is."
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