Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 731: Chapter 729: Déjà Vu (Extra for alliance leader “Yuanye Waka” 1/2)_1 Chapter 731: Chapter 729: Déjà Vu (Extra for alliance leader “Yuanye Waka” 1/2)_1 The unique practice of code-naming at Yasui Corp has the greatest advantage of making the hierarchy immediately clear.

From the previous information, Fu Qian had already learned that being addressed as “Doctor” corresponds to a Fourth Phase player.

Of course, although the man before him felt somewhat hollow in perception, Fu Qian didn’t rely solely on that to know that he was qualitatively distant from a Demigod.

Therefore, this stab to the heart could not be called anything but brutal.

The already pale-faced Takahashi Yaehiro turned even more sallow in an instant.

“Treating quick-wittedness as an asset isn’t a good habit,” he said.

As a top combatant below the Demigod level, it was clear that he too had a fiery temper, and his expression and tone instantly turned icy.

“Your past experiences might make you feel good, but there are some things that Transcendents will never understand—false bravado is the least reliable.”

“The reach of rules is limited, and the Siren can’t possibly protect you for a lifetime.”

The next moment, Takahashi Yaehiro pointed at Su Gao, blatantly exposing her origins.

“I’m looking forward to encountering you alone. When that happens, I’ll make sure you fully understand what ‘life is full of surprises’ really means.”

“So is your ability to make people lucky?” he asked.

Takahashi Yaehiro’s tone was filled with murderous intent, yet to his disappointment, that reckless and despicable person didn’t seem to be much affected.

In fact, after furrowing his brows and pondering for a bit, he actually began to concern himself with the matter of his own abilities.

“Curious? I can let you experience it right now,” he said.

Despite facing setbacks repeatedly, especially under the cold, killing intent emanating from Violetta as she stared at him, it set his heart trembling.

Yet years of experience told Takahashi Yaehiro that being too accommodating would only make him increasingly passive.

So he quickly decided to teach this fellow a lesson.

Even though Su Gao was putting a lot of pressure on him, this person before him was, after all, just a pawn of the Siren.

He believed that as long as he controlled the limits well, the person on the other side would weigh the pros and cons and was not very likely to intervene to stop him.

The next moment, Takahashi Yaehiro’s eyes suddenly gained depth, filled with a myriad of tangled symbols swirling and confusing, then converging in a certain way.

And Fu Qian, under his gaze, felt something within him rise and fall.

It was a peculiar sensation, as if his destiny suddenly darkened, and misfortune rapidly magnified.

For instance, the likelihood of a heart attack increased, crossing the street became riskier as being hit by a car became more probable, and at this very moment—Fu Qian glanced at his feet, noticing the water from the fountain had somehow spread to where he stood, and it felt exceptionally slippery.

But most importantly, there was something akin to inertia.

It’s hard to precisely describe, like bad luck cohering together, one event naturally triggering the next, embodying the notion that misfortunes never come singly.

If he were an ordinary person, it wouldn’t be easy to leave this place unscathed.

“My advice is, from now on, you’d better stand still and not move—” he suggested.

A sneer filled with self-satisfaction hadn’t finished leaving Takahashi Yaehiro’s lips when it abruptly stopped, due to a certain chill of death.

The next moment, he slipped, nearly falling over, while simultaneously a whooshing sound passed over his head.

That was close!

Filled with piercing aggression, the sensation made Takahashi Yaehiro break out in a cold sweat.

Is this guy insane?

I merely dished out a little Punishment, and he goes straight for the kill?

Hasn’t she ever thought about how this will end up?

While he couldn’t comprehend it, the survival instincts honed over hundreds of years compelled Takahashi Yaehiro to crush a talisman in his palm without hesitation.

Almost instantly, his figure, which was half a head shorter, shattered with a boom.

Then he split into six, turning into identical illusions, all dashing off in different directions.

This was one of his lifesaving techniques, where only one of the six paths was the real body.

And by leveraging his ability, an assailant seeking to kill him would almost certainly choose the fake one.

These split illusions were quite stable by nature, and taking the time to shatter them one by one would be incredibly time-consuming.

Luckily, my luck was still with me; this fellow didn’t have a weapon.

In the midst of a mad dash, thoughts wildly spun in Takahashi Yaehiro’s mind.

In a flash, he recognized that the move Violetta used to attack him essentially belonged to a certain sword technique, just without the weapon, which greatly affected the range of the attack.

Otherwise, even if I “luckily” slipped, I would probably still not be able to avoid the fierce intent to kill.

Today’s losses were huge; it was just meant to be a small warning—who would have thought that I’d end up losing a talisman—

While lamenting, Takahashi Yaehiro, who had been keeping an eye on the movement behind him, suddenly had his gaze freeze.

In his field of vision, that excessively young Fourth Phase peak, was actually casually picking up the broom he had dropped and striking out as if with a sword.

And on that cleaning tool, which wasn’t even made of metal, a series of bright yellow ripples vibrated out the next moment.

The fine ripples overlapped and surged against each other, and in an instant, exploded, enveloping all the shadows within.

Splash!

The broom almost instantly vibrated into dust, and the sturdy shadows were no different.

Takahashi Yaehiro’s body, on the other hand, fell heavily into the water pool.

While disheveled, the water flow also helped him fend off the subsequent bizarre impacts, and as a result, created dozens, if not hundreds, of whirlpools.

“Wait a second.”

Standing up from the water, Takahashi Yaehiro stared intently at Su Gao, who had once again lost her weapon.

Without looking, he knew that every pore on his face was probably oozing blood.

This person is just too eerie!

I could feel that her rank was close to mine.

But that strike just now, it felt like it was specifically aimed at me, completely overpowering.

If it were an old enemy harboring long-held grudges, achieving this would be normal, but I clearly don’t recognize her.

For a moment, Takahashi Yaehiro completely abandoned the idea of continuing the fight.

Although I still had other means, I couldn’t just waste them all here for no reason.

“There’s no need to go this far; I’ll help him lift it right now.”

Therefore, he shouted out quickly as a first response.

Su Gao, however, ignored him and simply turned her gaze to Fu Qian.

“No need.”

In Takahashi Yaehiro’s hopeful eyes, the latter revealed a meaningful smile, and the words spoken made his heart sink.

“Just answer the question, that’s all.”

…

“Luck is a rather fascinating concept.”

I never expected this guy to be so reckless, actually refusing to let me help him lift it.

But it’s okay, as long as there are conditions.

After briefly pondering, Takahashi Yaehiro quickly recalled where the conversation had left off.

“Often, what you consider luck may not be luck.”

“Indeed.”

Fu Qian agreed with this statement, such as Takagi’s sad plight just now.

“My ability is not simply making people lucky or unlucky; it’s essentially called Momentum, which gives the impulse for things to move towards a certain outcome.”

This statement, why does it sound familiar?

Takahashi Yaehiro’s words made Fu Qian ponder for a moment.

An individual with a bug’s body and a human head, the Interlocutor, had once said something similar and offered to use it to help me.

Of course, in the end, it turned out that the Momentum was placed on him instead.