Eldritch Horror Theatre

An unexpected discovery, indeed.

He had originally wanted to ask the Prophet these questions, but since the man himself was in no condition to answer, someone else had surprisingly stepped up to fill in the blanks.

Though the details were a bit abstract, Fu Qian had no complaints at that moment. He actually quite enjoyed the sensation of his cerebral cortex being stimulated.

As for wealthy bloodlines—anyone well-versed in idol dramas knew a little messiness was perfectly normal.

”I get it. Basically, after you arrived here and discovered the madness of this place, you decided to take over before I could. The ’eternal night’ plan was your specific method, and you even pulled together a team just for it...”

Pleasantly surprised or not, ignoring the guy entirely would be impolite. Without breaking his stride, Fu Qian casually summarized A Wei’s actions.

”I have to say, you’ve got a good eye. The people you found have solid professional skills, including Sophia. Where did you find her?”

He didn’t even forget to throw in some corporate flattery, expressing considerable approval for the small team that, so far, appeared to consist of only four people.

”The other side of the door. Same as me.”

Fu Qian had already walked a full half-lap by now, and the phantoms trailing behind him were practically spun into a vortex.And apart from his Armor looking ragged and tragically battered, he showed no signs of discomfort.

Looking entirely at a loss for what to make of this, A Wei answered the question with a hint of vigilance.

...

The other side of the door—the Unseen Hill Without Fire. Did everyone sent inside drop straight into that place?

So that place truly represented ”reality” in Brother Ji Feng’s perception?

A Wei’s answer was not unexpected, and Fu Qian silently reviewed his own past two experiences.

It seemed Ji Feng really had taken the treatment advice to heart.

The vibrant future in Yuan Fang’s eyes had been defined by him as a false facade, while the Eternal Cage on the other side was the truth.

He had maintained his own mental state by constructing this kind of mental world.

But if that were the case, wouldn’t the purpose of the ”eternal night” be to completely strip away that false facade and force him to face reality?

That didn’t sound like too serious a situation, did it?

Even if the cognitive balance was broken, giving A Wei the chance to exploit a mental flaw and usurp authority, that was still just a minor issue for Ji Feng. Wasn’t the Warehouse being a bit too sensitive?

A little madness was just a little madness. Could it be that aside from the hidden danger of the Mother of Gospel, the Warehouse had additional expectations for this place?

In fact, looking at everything up to this point, the phrase ”End the Darkest Night” was far from simple. It was hard to believe it only meant ruining classmate A Wei’s plan; instead, it felt more like directly annihilating the ”reality” side.

Wouldn’t that make Ji Feng go even crazier? The Warehouse didn’t seem to care about his mental health either... Was there some special meaning to this?

”So Sophia is a natural-born ’Mother’? Just like the enlightenment others received?”

Deeply sensing the peculiar nature of the situation, Fu Qian went on to confirm a minor detail.

”Yes. I spent a long, long time thinking about how to use that.”

The facts proved that Sophia’s maternal aura was indeed a gift for joining this place, and this was truly the core of A Wei’s plan.

And it had actually succeeded. Through this method, he gave all the Natives the potential to induce Ash Descent.

As for himself, to the mental world of the Ji Feng before him, he was undoubtedly a complete foreign object.

So much so that even though he had been nothing but agreeable to everyone along the way, his presence was still a provocation to Ji Feng’s mental state, ultimately triggering this precarious situation.

Sure enough, his previous claim of an open scheme had been correct. Regardless of whether he came or not, or what he did, Brother A Wei was determined to win—Slap!

Amid his musings, Fu Qian raised his right hand and threw a slap straight in front of him.

Though it was clearly empty air, the sensation of hitting a solid target fed back into his hand. It even produced a sound, as if some invisible entity had just been sent flying.

...

Was it really infinitely close to completion? To think it could influence even a demigod to this extent.

Without breaking his stride, Fu Qian rubbed his palm, savoring the tactile feedback.

It hadn’t been a phantom, but a physical body.

That thing had approached quite insidiously under the cover of the fog just now.

If he hadn’t struck, it probably would have slammed right into him.

And the reason he had still been able to slap it away so effortlessly wasn’t because of his perception, but because he had spotted an invisible line pointing straight at him.

Exactly. It was the effect of the Thread of Attachment. That thing was the Lord.

Of course, the Lord had no reason to attack him again at this juncture, not to mention he had just been trapped in that pocket earlier.

It seemed the side effects of Ash Descent on demigods were finally showing. Even though he wasn’t asleep, he had started following Brother A Wei’s commands just like those phantoms.

He could only say that this Apostle of the Death God had ultimately buckled under the pressure, attempting to secure victory through a method he could understand.

Fu Qian sighed and continued moving forward.

”What exactly are you trying to do? Is this some sort of ritual?”

The very next moment, a figure directly blocked his path. Sure enough, it was the Lord, who had just been showing off his divine might.

His expression was wooden, and as his mouth opened and closed, the words he spoke were distinctly A Wei’s.

...

”A ritual? Hehehe.”

The mystery of the previous ambush was instantly solved. As expected, this senseless act of strolling around the lake had put immense psychological pressure on Brother A Wei, forcing his imagination to run wild.

And though there was actually no such ritual at all, who was Expert Fu? He immediately let out a string of wicked laughter.

”You really have no reason to tell me, so I’m looking forward to seeing how you kill them all.”

The laughter inherited from Excellency Patches indeed possessed astonishing lethality. The Lord’s voice turned instantly cold, and arcs of electricity flared across his body.

A Wei’s meaning was straightforward; ”them” naturally referred to demigods like the Lord.

Whether they were righteous or evil, under the influence of the ”eternal night,” they were all gradually turning into puppets like the Lord.

Even if he took one out, the rest would come charging forward wave upon wave in this direction.

Not to mention that, based on his earlier display, the Lord not only had numerous tricks but was also quite hard to kill under these enhancements. This must have been the confidence behind A Wei’s decision to act this way—Bang!

Almost transforming into an Electric Sphere, the fully powered Lord charged forward once more, fighting with extreme ferocity.

But what met him was an utterly unremarkable punch.

There was no transformation, nor any gathering of power. At that moment, Fu Qian’s movements resembled an old man doing his morning exercises in the park.

Yet, the scorching arcs of electricity stopped flowing in an instant, as if they had jammed.

Whoosh—

It wasn’t until Fu Qian walked past him that the Lord directly dissolved into flying ash and dissipated.

”Will this do?”

Not forgetting to check with A Wei, Fu Qian acted as if he had just completed a trivial matter.

For a situation where something couldn’t be killed, how else could it be resolved other than swallowing it and trying to digest it?

As someone used to having backup plans, before the Lord had been rescued earlier, Fu Qian had actually been pondering this very question, and he had indeed arrived at a much simpler conclusion—

Why get bogged down in addition and subtraction when you could just let the data overflow?

That punch just now might have seemed ordinary, but it had long since surpassed the numerical limits of a demigod.