Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 480: 480 sheets of Wasteland Chapter (42)_1 Chapter 480: 480 sheets of Wasteland Chapter (42)_1 “What do you mean? You don’t want to save her anymore?”

Fully aware this was his last lifeline, Ji Yicheng had originally planned to negotiate delicately with Fu Qian, striving to secure as many guarantees as possible. He had never imagined Fu Qian would refuse so bluntly and decisively.

“Do you know that she seems normal but can actually become a complete idiot at any moment?”

His voice already had a distinct hysterical edge.

“Don’t panic.”

Facing the man’s roar, Fu Qian made a silencing gesture and turned his head towards Ailina.

“How do you feel?”

“Very good, very peaceful.”

Ailina wore a warm, gentle smile.

“Cross is the same,”

“He hasn’t been this spirited in a long time.”

“I can see that.”

Fu Qian nodded subtly, without changing his expression.

“Ailina.”

Next to her, Cross looked at her, apparently feeling sorry, but his tone remained calm under the influence of the ruins.

The next moment, he turned back to Fu Qian and the other.

“I don’t trust the two of you.”

“I completely understand, I wouldn’t trust myself either.”

Their interactions with Ailina and the others had indeed not been pleasant; strictly speaking, Cross’s near-loss of control due to his injuries had a lot to do with himself.

As for Ji Yicheng, even if Cross could not recognize him, his current appearance made it difficult to win others’ favor.

“I will find a way to treat Ailina myself.”

“Once you step out of this door, it’s not certain if you can even stand and talk.”

Fu Qian’s calm words pierced through his bold claims.

“Are you sure you won’t allow this person to treat Ailina?”

…

“She has already suffered too much.”

It took a while for Cross to respond, but he finally shook his head.

“I promised her father that I would protect her to the best of my ability.”

“I may lack sufficient discernment, but you two dangerous individuals will not be any good for her.”

“See?”

Fu Qian turned back to Ji Yicheng.

“Neither the person concerned nor the guardian wants to accept treatment.”

“Idiot!”

Ji Yicheng roared, about to say more when Fu Qian motioned him to stop.

Quiet instantly, Fu Qian looked around satisfactorily and nodded.

“Come with me, all of you.”

“Why?”

Startled, Ji Yicheng objected, but it was Cross who first voiced his dissent.

“Because she wants to come.”

Fu Qian pointed at Ailina and then asked aloud.

“Do you want to look around?”

“Sure!”

The latter almost immediately responded, stepping forward enthusiastically.

In some ways, she seemed to have nearly regressed to a baby, which made her easy to lead.

“You see, so as a failed guardian, you still have something you can do now, and that is to protect her while respecting her wishes.”

Fu Qian’s words were undoubtedly sharp, and Cross, had he not been in an unusual state, might have died of shame.

“Fine.”

Ultimately, without saying much else, he simply followed quietly behind Ailina.

…

“Ailina, have you ever heard of a woman named Lorin?”

While leading the way, Fu Qian casually struck up a conversation.

“Lorin…”

After contemplating a moment, the latter nodded.

“If it’s Lorin I’m thinking of, she was one of the earlier explorers of the wasteland, smart and vigilant, with strong abilities too.”

“Unfortunately, she and her husband disappeared one after the other not long ago.”

This matched the information provided by Ji Yicheng.

Fu Qian was clearly satisfied with the answer.

“What was Lorin’s ability?”

“She is an agile swordswoman, but beyond that, she shouldn’t have any particularly special abilities.”

No special abilities? The probability of cognitive misalignment is getting higher.

…

“This is good enough,”

At this moment, the group had once again returned to the Mirror Hall, and Fu Qian signaled everyone to stop.

The feeling of purification emerged once more.

In the short span of the interlude, that person had actually moved to this spot; fortunately, there wasn’t a direct collision.

However, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it at least saved walking time.

Now, it was time to begin.

“What do you intend to do?”

Although lacking the courage to confront Fu Qian, Ji Yicheng’s will to survive was still full, and he immediately questioned.

“Those who hold themselves in high regard do not mind a temporary trough; what they truly fear is not being the protagonist of their story.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian paid him no attention, simply pacing casually around.

“Are you trying to say that only you are the protagonist of this story?”

Ji Yicheng said through clenched teeth, controlling his expression to not show too much revulsion.

“No, I am not either,”

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian shook his head in response.

“But someone is.”

“Who?”

Though he knew it was stupid to keep asking, Ji Yicheng couldn’t help but speak up.

“Do you remember what turned you into this?”

“…A person? Who? Lorin?”

“It could be, or it could not be.”

Fu Qian sighed.

“Among the four present, each one’s experiences could be deemed legendary, and now the moment to witness who is the true protagonist has arrived. The time for process of elimination begins.”

“What are you—”

Seemingly aware of the danger, Ji Yicheng’s roar contained fear, instinctively trying to flee backward.

Unfortunately, the sky-blocking tentacles surged forth in an instant, completely engulfing him.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Yicheng, who was already injured, lost all power to resist and was lifted into the air.

“What exactly do you want…”

Ji Yicheng uttered his last, meek cry.

“I am giving you a chance to prove yourself.”

“Prove?”

“Yes, to prove you are the protagonist.”

Fu Qian didn’t say more, directly throwing Ji Yicheng’s bulky body towards a certain spot.

The pacing back and forth just now wasn’t out of idleness, but to lock onto the invisible target by relying on the intensity of the purification sensation.

The next moment, a familiar dazzling brilliance erupted before him.

Amidst reluctant screams, Ji Yicheng’s rotund body flung itself into the fire like a moth, following in the footsteps of the Angelic Corpse, turning to ash.

This should be permanent death now.

It’s a pity you are not the protagonist because the mission completion prompt didn’t appear.

Fu Qian shook his head as he watched the scene.

Indeed powerful, although how Lorin turned into this remains unconfirmed, it’s probably improbable to directly overcome this entity.

Did you not see how potent the combined assaults from the corpse and Ji Yicheng were, yet they too were instantly eliminated.

So to resolve this entity, an alternative strategy is more probable.

Fu Qian turned back, and Cross was likewise looking over.

“I’ll give you a choice, are you willing to rush in on your own?”

Fu Qian said, blinking.

“And if I choose not to?”

Cross, clearly realizing the power imbalance, simply spoke coldly, without attempting any action.

“Then you will rush in a more disheveled manner.”

“So actually I have no choice?”

“How could that be, volunteering to go will be much more dignified.”

…

Cross fell silent for a moment but eventually picked up the Edge Hammer.

He had just taken two steps forward when suddenly a wall of fire appeared before him, blocking his path.

“I’ll do it.”

Ailina spoke in a ghostly tone, her back to them.