Eldritch Horror Theatre

’Truly a... miracle doctor.’

In the silent Warehouse, Fu Qian stroked the Ribbon in his hands, giving a glowing review to the ”Away from Pain” treatment.

That was right. The first course of treatment had ended, lasting a total of 59 seconds.

And right now, his verdict was ”no change.”

Yes, Fu Qian was absolutely certain his condition was stable at the moment, no different than before he put it on.

Then why the praise for a miracle doctor?

The reason was simple—the exact same reason he could skip the sensations of those 59 seconds and arrive directly at the post-treatment phase: the treatment’s effect only manifested the moment the medicine was applied. It was a literal case of the disease vanishing when the medicine arrived, and returning the moment it was gone.

As for the sensation of the disease vanishing, it was nearly impossible to describe.

Facts proved what an incredibly crude description ”Away from Pain” really was. Even the legendary state where all four elements are empty could only amount to this.

The true eradication of pain was never about making you unable to feel it, but about directly eliminating the concept of pain itself.The Ribbon covering his eyes didn’t impede his vision at all. On the contrary, everything became clearer.

If he had to describe it, it felt like peeling back his corneas and setting them aside for the first time in his life, discarding his lenses and vitreous humors entirely, and letting his cone cells bathe directly in the light.

For a moment, language lost all meaning, and pain was nothing more than a description riddled with fallacy.

Even thought itself lost its meaning, as if he had reached the legendary realm where ”to think is to err.”

’So this is how Excellency Mourning God cannot bear to witness human suffering?’

He had to admit, the sensation was so intoxicating that it took a bit of willpower for Fu Qian to pull the Ribbon off.

And the moment he removed it, the first thing he thought of was that former kingslayer.

’The suffering of the world still enters my eyes, seen even more clearly than by others, but there is no longer a trace of pain in my heart... because pain simply does not exist.’

He could only say that if this were truly the case, it was quite wonderful indeed.

It suddenly wasn’t so strange that this entity could have a connection with Excellency Father’s Amnion, who represented pleasure.

Moreover, that sensation easily brought to mind the embrace of the Doll nun Hilaria back during the time of the Akons.

It was the same feeling of language growing pale and powerless, the same feeling of stripping away disturbances to illuminate the true self.

...

’So this is why Excellency Mourning God was responsible for the sneak attack during the crusade against the Tyrant?’

If one maintained such a field of vision at all times, it would indeed be perfect for gaining Insight into weaknesses and delivering a fatal blow.

Even if it seemed to have no other effects, Fu Qian still gave this special reward a high rating.

Even their past division of labor seemed much more reasonable now.

Based on this alone, Excellency Father’s Amnion’s sacrifice had not been in vain.

’I just don’t know if anyone among the Night Watchers will be able to recognize this thing.’

’It would be best if I could learn more about that mysterious triangular relationship—wait a minute, it doesn’t seem to be just a triangle.’

At that moment, Fu Qian thought of another old acquaintance: Excellency Blazing Rainbow.

If he remembered correctly, His cat had once mentioned that during the Mythological Era, the authority of Blazing Rainbow and the Ancient Sun God had intersected.

So theoretically, that entity and the Wheel That Cannot Be Looked Upon should also share quite a deep history.

’So it’s a circle of at least four higher entities? That’s actually a bit terrifying.’

Wrapping the Gold-Embroidered Ribbon around his fingertips, Fu Qian seemed to feel the heavy weight of history once again.

Of course, as the saying went, one should always look on the bright side.

’If I carry this thing with me while walking the jianghu, might it be even easier to stir up a storm of blood and gore?’

He could only say that the importance of appearances was highlighted at times like this. Even though he now possessed quite a few collectibles with astonishing effects, Fu Qian immediately decided to list the ”Eldest Son’s Vision” as part of his regular attire.

[Today’s task has been completed. You may now leave the Warehouse. Current weekly work progress: 2/4]

The Warehouse’s warm reminder arrived right on time, indicating that today’s work was officially done.

Overall, the wear and tear wasn’t too bad. Fu Qian looked down at himself.

One benefit of entering a task with an ordinary human constitution was that no matter how battered his body got inside, the feedback to his main body upon exiting was almost negligible.

Not to mention the Warehouse had specially provided clothes this time, so what he was wearing hadn’t suffered any damage either.

However, before truly leaving, Fu Qian found he had one more question he was interested in figuring out.

And that was why this time’s Containment Object was called Clockwork Xi’er.

Standing up, Fu Qian gave a light leap, landing deep among the shelves.

...

’This is the one.’

Facts proved that Excellency Father’s Amnion was relatively straightforward. There was no hide-and-seek with the Containment Object, unlike with His peer, Blazing Rainbow.

Fu Qian easily found the square box numbered 1-330. Its size wasn’t overly imposing; overall, it leaned toward the unpretentious side.

Taking it down and casually opening it, the contents immediately caught his eye—there really was a clockwork winder?

He had to admit, the item inside the box wasn’t too bizarre in itself.

Wearing a burgundy velvet dress with a high collar wrapping its neck, it was a small but exquisite Doll.

The overly luxurious attire immediately conveyed a sense of extraordinary status, while also clearly indicating it wasn’t everyday wear.

It was a wedding dress.

Although this bride was covering her face with her hands, she looked none too happy.

But the most eye-catching feature was dead in the center of its back: a classic winding Key.

Click, clack...

Fu Qian rested the Doll in his palm and tried to twist it.

Wooo—

When he let go, a low, trembling whimper actually emanated from the Doll.

...

’It even makes sounds?’

The sudden noise was still somewhat unexpected.

While marveling at the Doll’s craftsmanship, Fu Qian quickly realized it wasn’t just the sound.

Although this ”bride’s” pose hadn’t changed—still covering its face and sobbing—he could actually see its two eyeballs moving beneath its distinctly sculpted fingers.

One could only say the atmosphere had instantly grown eerie.

And if that wasn’t peculiar enough, there was something even more bizarre—

The two eyeballs weren’t turning clockwise or counterclockwise; instead, they were rotating entirely inward toward the bridge of the nose, spinning on their own axes like planets within their sockets.

So much so that during this process, the emerald irises almost seemed to go through cycles like the phases of the moon, constantly changing shape.

’So what is this trying to convey?’ The meaning might actually be quite simple.

The scene was undoubtedly growing more and more bizarre, but as he stared at those inwardly spinning eyeballs, Fu Qian easily arrived at a guess.

Yes, why it was crying, and why the clockwork was driving such a rotation...

He could even, if necessary, attempt to provide a possible title for the Doll: Punished Consort.