Eldritch Horror Theatre

It wasn’t impossible.

At the very least, the Holy Grail seemed to need his help to exercise certain abilities. Perhaps the process even acted as rehabilitation.

Fu Qian recalled the moment he had returned from the dead, alongside the Sage, who had been resurrected for the exact same reason.

An incomprehensible feat—was this, too, forbidden knowledge from beyond the stars?

Giving in to the darkness really did make you stronger. The old trope truly did not deceive him.

Furthermore, there was direct evidence that his help was the key: in that final scene, the Holy Grail had clearly repeated its old trick, which had inherently completed his mission.

This was exactly the outcome he had anticipated—the Holy Grail’s natural reaction upon sensing the Pure White Angel’s existence.

Judging by what he had seen earlier, it was no simple concealment. It felt more like forcibly severing causality—a sensation of briefly breaking away from this world.

It was certainly an unimaginable method, but if the Holy Grail could manage it alone, why did it need him to find it at the end?

Therefore, having him act as a convenient tool clearly held major significance for the Holy Grail.Of course, it certainly hadn’t calculated that forcibly erasing its own presence would simply result in it falling into the clutches of the Warehouse.

...

In short, the missions for Tier 1 items were indeed far from ordinary.

Despite the seemingly hopeless situation, he had actually experienced his first true instance of clearing a mission by just lying flat.

Theoretically, as long as one had the courage to reduce themselves to a puppet for that final attempt, anyone—regardless of their constitution—stood a high chance of succeeding after a few tries.

Naturally, a task runner’s professionalism was reflected in their ability to realize that lying flat was even an option.

Analyzing his experiences on this trip, Fu Qian did not forget to praise himself a little.

Alright, now it was time to check the rewards for lying flat.

[Name: Blindsight]

[Type: Special Item]

[Description: An alternative eyeball, the essential manifestation of ”ignorance.” Once worn, it forms an Eye Within the Eye. Aside from sharing the concept of an eye, it will not affect you in any way. It cannot be used to observe any other existence, and thus, you will not be observed by any other existence. This process is irreversible. Upon shattering, it will bring you into a fateful hangover that not even a Deity can interfere with. Note: you may never wake up again as a result.]

[Note: When the self does not exist, God also does not exist.]

This... Was it an authority plagiarized from the Pure White Angel? A transcendent version of burying one’s head in the sand?

As long as I gave up thinking, even God couldn’t laugh at me?

Studying the object that had materialized in his hand, Fu Qian found himself momentarily plunged into philosophical speculation over this miraculous harvest.

It was a virtually weightless sphere, its entire outline sketched out by illusory, slender threads.

Miraculously, no matter what angle he looked from, there was an ”eye” on it.

And the shape of this ”eye” was completely different from any he had seen before.

Weird but fascinating.

Feeling no disappointment over its slightly nonsensical effects, Fu Qian quickly delivered his assessment.

”Cannot be observed by any existence” combined with ”a fateful hangover that no Deity can interfere with”—these two effects ensured its value could not be easily dismissed.

According to the description, this thing could be worn?

He held the sphere up to his face. The next moment, it seemed drawn to his left eye, quietly latching on as it drew near.

A moment later, Fu Qian felt the addition to his left eye, fusing deeply with his very existence.

He was absolutely certain that even if he gouged out his left eye and threw it away, the Eye Within the Eye would still be there when a new one regenerated.

At the same time, he could also shatter it with a mere thought.

According to the item’s description, doing so would cause him to enter another ”hangover.”

He didn’t know what form ”never waking up again” would take. Would he become another Pure White Angel?

Fu Qian mused over the possibilities.

This was undoubtedly an action with immense risks and side effects. The main issue was that it was hard to determine what actual use it had.

But regardless, having an effect that could ignore a Divine Entity was enough. It might just come in handy someday.

After all, his roster of Divine Entity enemies had been growing rather rapidly lately.

Aside from this haul, taking a trip to the Ancient Scientific Research Holy Land had genuinely imparted quite a bit of knowledge.

All in all, Fu Qian was exceedingly satisfied with this demanding mission.

Of course, there was an inevitable lingering question. The Holy Grail had clearly been boxed up by the Warehouse in a sting operation, but shouldn’t that Pure White Angel still be wandering around out there?

After all, it was ”unstoppable.”

Under these circumstances, would his awareness of its existence invite some fatal disaster upon himself?

Probably not.

Fu Qian quickly dismissed the speculation.

If that were truly the case, wouldn’t he effectively have an indestructible superweapon?

As long as he wasn’t hacked to death on the spot, he could just scream out that name whenever someone came looking for trouble, instantly summoning an immortal, indestructible enforcer.

As if things could ever be that easy!

The Pure White Angel was most likely only sensitive to the Holy Grail because of the latter’s inclination toward ”omniscience.”

The authorities of the two were clearly in opposition. Once the Holy Grail awakened to a certain degree, it would pose a natural threat to the Pure White Angel.

Of course, judging by the mission summary, if he had failed and the Holy Grail had fallen asleep without sensing the Pure White Angel, this conflicting Dislocation of authorities would have ultimately led to its complete collapse.

This was likely the real reason the Warehouse had arranged this mission.

Otherwise, with the Pure White Angel guarding the Holy Grail and killing anyone who tried to awaken it, it would have been a perfect match in every way.

The transcendent world was truly bizarre and unpredictable. As an academic leader, he couldn’t afford to slack off in his scientific research.

...

Having sorted through the massive amount of information he had reaped, Fu Qian let out a heartfelt sigh.

The next moment, he picked up the Emissary Mask from the table. Just as he was about to put it on, he remembered something, rummaged around nearby, and finally pulled out an exquisitely shaped Rapier featuring a line of crimson running from tip to hilt.

Although Classmate Liushuang had specifically sent someone to deliver a letter expressing her sincerity in volunteering, it was a pity that he currently had several projects in urgent need of starting. It looked like he wouldn’t have time to show her around the new Laboratory.

After all, considering the sensitive nature of this wealthy heir’s family status, it was truly hard to say when he’d be able to get that place properly sorted out.

Meanwhile, this Weaver’s Limb Tip wasn’t of much use to him anyway. He might as well throw it outside as compensation for ruining her sword back then.

Then again, he really had met quite a few wealthy women lately. Could there be some hidden law of convergence in this world—wait a minute!

Pausing his motion to don the mask once more, Fu Qian furrowed his brows in recollection, catching the flash of inspiration that had just crossed his mind.

Wealthy women... It seemed he hadn’t just met them in this world...

Tan Ying was one thing, but Sissi Gatsby’s appearance had been rather dramatically convenient.

A real law of convergence?

The next moment, Fu Qian put down everything in his hands and activated the Imprint on his wrist.