Eldritch Horror Theatre

Had she really lost all sense of perception?

Su Gao’s lonely question didn’t surprise Fu Qian. He didn’t waste any time and directly handed Sword Three Short of One to her.

”Take it. Attack me. Don’t stop until I say so.”

Aside from transcending time and space to be omnipresent, this newly forged weapon possessed one crucial trait: a life-stealing effect bordering on causality. Destruction brought about healing.

As for Su Gao’s current condition, to put it bluntly, she was still relying on her own Health Bar to endure. At a time like this, a blood recovery method would be extremely useful.

As for why he specifically activated Pseudo-God Incarnation?

It wasn’t a requirement to draw the sword, nor was it to make Su Gao’s strikes feel better—it was simply an extra layer of insurance.

Although Su Gao’s unusual reactions gave him the faint feeling that this might be some sort of opportunity for her, what they were doing right now was still extremely dangerous.

Perhaps in this special space-time state, the Warehouse might not be able to pull him back even if the external time limit was reached. However, forcibly elevating his Rank should decrease the probability of that happening.

Otherwise, if he were suddenly yanked away under these circumstances, she likely wouldn’t have the ability to return on her own.As for why he used Pseudo-God Incarnation, which consumed SAN Value, instead of directly using Mythical Form to transform into the King of the Abandoned Prison?

That was also to minimize risk.

As mentioned before, he was currently in a special ”spectator” state.

If he used true Deity power, it might make this fragile form impossible to maintain. A false one was actually more suitable.

Otherwise, he would have already transformed into the King of the Abandoned Prison to properly observe this rare opportunity.

Of course, even so, Fu Qian still felt a slight hint of instability—along with no small amount of pain.

Classmate Su Gao was simply too efficient; she had already thrust the sword into his chest.

She might not have been able to understand his words, but she still hadn’t voiced a single question.

And since her perception was restricted and she couldn’t gauge her strength, this strike once again achieved a heart-opening effect.

Of course, part of the reason for that was likely because he had additionally placed a Calamity Curse on himself.

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Visceral Attack, Dimensional Poison, Sword Three Short of One... Honestly, he really needed to kick this bad habit of using himself as a test dummy.

Feeling the depth of the wound and the extent to which his internal organs had been sliced, Fu Qian adjusted his posture to continue cooperating with Su Gao’s movements while sighing inwardly.

Fortunately, it looked like the price was worth it.

With his attention entirely locked onto Su Gao, he quickly noticed a gratifying change.

As the first strike landed, her shattered body, which had been bitterly struggling against the chaos, reacted as if it had been out of ammunition and rations, only to finally receive an airdrop of supplies.

Starting from the White Ring, that thread of desperately struggling power rapidly grew resilient, and then majestic, smoothing out those chaotic vortexes one by one in the tug-of-war.

Then, she began leaving wounds on his body even faster.

Fu Qian admitted that while his healing abilities were formidable, Classmate Su Gao wielding Sword Three Short of One was truly a bit overwhelming. In the blink of an eye, his body had been reduced to a bloody mess.

Fortunately, the dripping blood and flesh weren’t wasted. The chaos within the sword wielder’s body was quickly set right. The fragments were recombining into a harmonious order—but they just wouldn’t heal.

That was right. In Fu Qian’s perception, the purity of her body at this moment was even greater than before, faintly entering an even more special state.

However, the original shattered cracks showed absolutely no signs of mending.

So, was being shattered the essential property of porcelain?

While there was a bit of philosophy to it, it still felt somewhat like a bad joke.

”Alright, you can stop now.”

Amidst his thoughts, Fu Qian snapped his fingers.

”Thank you.”

Su Gao also proved his perception was correct. Sword Three Short of One stopped instantly.

Having clearly regained her vision, she was already staring at Fu Qian’s face. As she softly thanked him, she handed the weapon over.

”No rush. It’s time to go back.”

Fu Qian didn’t take it. Seizing the time to record all the changes, he pointed to the side.

”Okay.”

Understanding that Professor Fu wanted her to open the way back, Su Gao, having just recovered from severe injuries, had no objections. She simply turned and thrust Sword Three Short of One outward.

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”Looks like someone is getting impatient. We’d better hurry.”

The journey back was just as smooth as expected.

Taking Sword Three Short of One from Su Gao’s hands and casually plunging it into the void, Fu Qian didn’t stand on ceremony, stepping directly into the abstract entrance that opened up.

Since he clearly didn’t mind displaying such miraculous methods right in front of her, Su Gao didn’t comment on it. In silence, she followed closely behind him, even remembering to pick up her dropped Curved Sword from the ground.

And the instant the two of them returned to the Coffin Path, they heard a familiar voice.

Still unhurried, still ethereal, but with absolutely no intention of stopping.

His Excellency Aike was clearly working very hard.

”Mm.”

In response to Fu Qian’s commentary, Su Gao gave a low response while keeping her pace up.

Although the lighting was a bit dim, one could still see that the exposed skin on her body was completely free of any signs of fragmentation. Her entire person had reverted to flesh and blood.

”You can see?”

Noticing Fu Qian’s gaze, Su Gao quickly reacted and asked.

”Right, just a little trick. Can you see more clearly now too?”

Fu Qian replied with casual modesty.

The ”little trick”, naturally, was Pseudo-God Incarnation.

Because of Su Gao’s exaggerated efficiency, not much time had actually passed between handing her the sword and now. Pseudo-God Incarnation was still active.

And his previous theory had been confirmed: a false Deity Tier was enough to invalidate the conceptual implantation of ”cannot see,” allowing him a glimpse of the passageway before them.

Indeed, just as Su Gao had described, it was a super-elongated coffin. Even its color and design were somewhat consistent with the one they had just seen.

At the same time, his action of looking at Su Gao hadn’t actually been very obvious, yet she had managed to notice it so quickly. He guessed her vision must have become far sharper.

”Yes. During that process just now, it felt like some changes occurred in my body. It’s hard to describe, but this darkness definitely has a harder time affecting me.”

Quickly verifying Fu Qian’s guess, Su Gao did her best to describe her situation.

”That sounds like a good thing.”

Fu Qian was clearly quite optimistic about this.

Not only had she delivered a valuable test report, but the changes in Su Gao’s body were also, in his eyes, truly rather difficult to describe.

Perhaps she hadn’t directly unblocked her Ren and Du meridians and skyrocketed to Tier 2, but her condition truly seemed to have undergone a certain Sublimation.

If he had to describe it, it felt somewhat similar to how he had felt when he completed the Pseudo-God Ritual ahead of schedule.

”Should we keep what just happened a secret?”

Their conversation didn’t delay them from sprinting toward His Excellency Aike’s summons. In the next moment, Su Gao asked to confirm.

”How else will the organization offer guidance for your condition if we do that? For my part, just say I acted as a bodyguard.”

Fu Qian simply shook his head, signaling that she was free to share.