Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1077: Chapter 1075: The Bronze Labyrinth (End) Chapter 1077: Chapter 1075: The Bronze Labyrinth (End) The original smile on Lady Cecilia’s face slightly faded despite the question being seemingly meaningless.

“Just like your many realizations before, seeing through the truth once again, how does it make you feel?”

Playing with the bronze headband in his hand, Fu Qian was very certain that this was the core of the Illusion Realm.

With this object in hand, if he wished, a single thought could end the scene before him and send Lady Cecilia back to sleep.

“You’ll never admit it, will you?”

After a brief silence, Lady Cecilia’s voice was slightly low.

“Even if I admit it, does it really mean anything?”

Fu Qian laughed softly.

“How can you be sure this isn’t another layer of trickery? Designed to make you discover one day that I’m a mischief-lover, a villain pretending there’s someone behind the curtain, pushing you into an imaginary Abyss?”

“Your skepticism has kept you clinging to the ‘truth,’ but it also means that in this world, nothing can tell you that you are right.”

“It’s like a net that no matter how hard you try, cannot be torn apart.”

“…Are you trying to tell me that my actions are meaningless, and I might as well give up guessing and enjoy life?”

Fu Qian’s metaphor seemed quite touching, Lady Cecilia pursed her lips, her smile completely vanished, but when she spoke again, she still carried a stubborn unwillingness to give up.

“I have to say, you really are an excellent Interlocutor, but unfortunately I—”

“Why do you emphasize what I am? Are you not confident in your own self-awareness?”

Fu Qian interrupted her directly.

“What messages I bring as a medium is what’s most important.”

“Summing up, distinguishing, judging, and concluding—that is what you should be doing.”

“…I have to admit, you make some sense.”

Lady Cecilia appeared unable to refute what Fu Qian said.

“Good, with such a preamble, our following dialogue will be much easier.”

Fu Qian could be described as smiling broadly, very pleased with this development.

“I have a suggestion.”

“Faced with a net that can’t be torn however you try, a game doomed to failure, do you know what interesting thing can be done?”

“What?”

“Only you will know whether you still think you are ensnared by this net.”

Fu Qian pointed to his head.

“The true initial intention behind your actions will always be a secret uniquely your own, just like whether everything here is real or not, only ‘we’ know.”

…

Lady Cecilia’s breathing actually became heavy.

“I just learned a saying, if I stop thinking, even God can’t laugh.”

“Why not try leaving the guessing to the annoying character in your imagination?”

“Someday, even I won’t be able to confirm whether you still consider yourself a toy.”

“In that case, you’ll experience a kind of reversal where the audience is no longer omniscient.”

“Compared to that, isn’t it much more interesting than this ferocious charge to death? Even in the Colosseum, the best way for a beast to resist is certainly not by fighting every opponent with endless anger.”

“Alright, it’s late, you should go back to sleep.”

After a few words, Lady Cecilia did not speak, and Fu Qian decisively snapped his fingers.

“Thank you for your patronage.”

With his last words, the scene before him quietly faded away.

…

It seemed to turn into a normal helmet again.

Back in the living room, Fu Qian reached up and touched his head.

No longer resembling a meatball, it had returned to a normal human face helmet, and the obstruction to his senses had also disappeared.

Casually taking off the helmet and putting it aside, Fu Qian examined the bronze headband in his other hand.

This way of concealing things was indeed very secretive.

Now, after all the trouble to obtain it, what use was this object?

Could it really be promoting brain development?

In fact, in Fu Qian’s view, the appearance of the Gigantic Brain might have been due to its owner putting on this object.

The next moment, Fu Qian casually put on the headband.

Taking risks is part of conducting scientific research.

…

Similar chaotic mumblings came when the Bronze Lady wore it, even more intense.

However, in Fu Qian’s expectation, after the initial turbulence, there were no other changes.

Could it be… an unsuccessful match?

Fu Qian quickly arrived at a conclusion.

The method of use seemed correct, and it appeared that, like the Bronze Lady, it would verify the person who wore it.

Only this time the requirements were more stringent; the headband did not consider him the right candidate.

Having finally obtained it, could it be that he could only try to force it open?

After waiting a few more minutes, Fu Qian took off the headband, his brows slightly furrowed.

Don’t rush, think about what the possible selection criteria could be?

Without seeking Insight immediately, Fu Qian casually tossed the headband onto the Bronze Lady, pondering silently.

Ranking? Solving the trouble in the Illusion Realm shouldn’t require too high a Ranking; a Demigod would suffice.

Limiting the Ranking at this moment would waste too many opportunities and is not wise.

Type of ability? If it was limited now, that would be even more wasteful.

What else could there be… Bloodline?

As he pondered, a thought struck Fu Qian, and recent experiences flashed quickly through his mind.

Up to now, the most likely person known to hail from the same place as himself was Elder Ji Feng.

Assuming this object was indeed left by him, could it be possible that a specific bloodline was needed to activate it?

For example, the Ji Family, who despite not being listed in the genealogy, was suspiciously related?

And anyone who got their hands on this object, as long as they thought of this, could possibly activate it.

Even just a few days ago, the theoretical next head of the Ji family had proactively written asking if there were any research projects needing volunteers…

It looks like he really needed to stay a couple more days and personally accompany Miss Liushuang around the laboratory.

The workings of fate, truly ineffable!

If he hadn’t decided to compensate Miss Liushuang with a Sword, the discovery of this object would have taken much longer.

Amidst these reflections, Fu Qian quickly made up his mind.

…

“Just as I imagined!”

As expected, the next morning, Fu Qian’s rare lie-in at home was prematurely ended by a knock at the door.

And the first thing Lady Cecilia did as she entered was to emit such an exclamation.

Compared to yesterday, her complexion was impeccably good; the magical-realism-styled dream seemingly had no impact on her rest.

“Did you tell her where I live?”

Fu Qian casually closed the door, looking at Tan Ying accompanying her.

Demanding her to continue entertaining guests on a fine weekend was a bit too much.

But it was evident that she and Lady Cecilia got along fairly well; otherwise, they likely wouldn’t have waited until almost noon before bringing her over for a visit.

“Not at all.”

Tan Ying smiled and shook her head.

“Could it be due to your distinct personality?”

“Could that be it? Lady Cecilia.”

Fu Qian looked at the other person who had already seated herself on the sofa.

“There might be some reasons, but mainly it’s intuition.”

Smiling at Fu Qian, she seemed different from yesterday in some way.

“Also, like Tan Ying, just call me Cecilia.”