Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1414: Chapter 1412 Calamity Strikes (27)

Calling people to dream...

It seems Fu Qian’s answer was once again beyond the Interlocutor’s expectations.

Putting aside the peculiarity of his thoughts, this kind of cross-dimensional operation, for something in this world without friends, is indeed somewhat hard to discern as true or false.

”In that world, Gulad is an ancient family that has spanned thousands of years, with profound foundations beyond your imagination.”

With a long sigh, Fu Qian displayed a demeanor of disdain, as though dealing with a child.

”You actually think that with such bizarre experiences, they wouldn’t be able to help their family members ward off nightmare invasions?”

”Relying on my understanding of Tyler’s personality, I devised ways to guide him while making sure secrets were kept, subtly placing hints he would be interested in, thus maximizing the chance of him returning voluntarily.”

”I thought after I left last time, you might have improved. But once again, it’s the same old passive waiting — oh right, you learned a bit of the catch and release strategy, verbally showing disinterest.”

”Have you said enough?”

The Interlocutor finally couldn’t hold it together, snapping in anger and embarrassment.

”Hmm... indeed, it is enough.”

Yet this time, Fu Qian nodded slightly, surprisingly agreeing with his statement.

”What?”

Somewhat baffled by this response, the Interlocutor instinctively glanced around, as if worried he had unknowingly fallen into another trap.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian was looking at the top of its head.

There appeared a phantom eye.

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It turns out the workplace is akin to a battlefield; titles like senior partner are truly deceiving.

Faced with this sudden change, Fu Qian felt deeply contemplative.

As an auxiliary mark provided by the warehouse, the phantom eye represents the extent of will’s entry into dreams.

And being the Evil God’s toolman infiltrating from within the Nightmare Corridor, compared to other dream roles, both he and the Interlocutor were evidently special.

Initially in Tyler’s dream, he similarly provided stimulation to the Interlocutor, but during that time, such a dream awakening mark never appeared above its head — a testimony.

There’s also the ineffectiveness of the Return Edict on him.

In Fu Qian’s understanding, due to the corridor’s contamination, the nature of their existence resembled dream native entities.

While navigating through this domain, it was their reality, no concept of waking from a dream.

And if this were true, the sudden appearance of the phantom eye carried significant implications.

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In a situation where every second of delay pushed deeper into the predicament, Fu Qian wasn’t so idle as to waste time on mockery.

Especially since Brother Interlocutor’s hierarchy capabilities couldn’t bring much sense of accomplishment due to its intelligence.

After the meeting with Wen Li ended, without passing through the corridor and directly entering here, Fu Qian never abandoned the search for why this anomaly occurred.

The reason was straightforward; in his view, an entity like Alarakir might possess anger, yet doing something purely out of venting was nearly improbable.

Particularly in such a predicament.

Thus, a simple logical paradox emerged: despite his non-cooperative stance, what significance would two gatekeepers have in a nightmare where the key figure hadn’t arrived?

Clearly able to block some minor maneuvers, any attempt to seize opportunities should ultimately be beneficial to Him — such as the chance to corrupt Wen Li earlier.

Even a mosquito is meat.

The fact proved how valuable suspicion was.

Precisely under such irrational circumstances, though the reason was hard to determine, Fu Qian still attempted to provoke the Interlocutor to observe any abnormal behavior.

The result was the appearance of a phantom eye above the Interlocutor, representing entry into dreams.

How could a dream native entity enter a dream?

Is it possible that its ”true form” was still within Tyler’s broken dream, merely dreaming of this scene?

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Exactly, even though everything looked identical, the Interlocutor had managed to come up with a theory of maximum attraction.

But the unusual vision above His head made Fu Qian suspect that this wasn’t where he had spoken to Tyler.

Finding demons in the details is a basic quality of a scholar.

Then, continuing with this thought line, if not a broken dream, where else could it be?

This question was actually much simpler.

Inside the Nightmare Corridor, what could absorb and integrate various information fragments while allowing the Interlocutor to blend in undetectably?

The Divine Beings’ Dream behind the door.

His Excellency Alarakir seems angry.

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A toolman with excessive personal ideas indeed isn’t welcome.

Fu Qian quickly formulated a hypothesis and sighed deeply.

If the hypothesis was true, the current situation would mean Alarakir dragged him into a dream behind the door commanded by Himself right after his interaction with Wen Li.

The motivation is not difficult to guess.

He wasn’t venting anger; He was merely aiming to control risks.

Because currently, the red-card toolman, besides having things like bottom lines, even preferred to control the pace independently.

If covertly redeeming oneself, this drama wouldn’t have been sustainable.

Ultimately, Alarakir forcibly pulled him into the Divine Dream, even recreating a scene one-to-one and introducing a guest cameo, striving to eliminate suspicions.

Such a painstaking arrangement evidently aimed to fully immerse him, orchestrating deeper erosion and control to make the toolman more compliant.

Fu Qian pondered for a moment before pressing the remaining left eye.

In the next moment, under the perplexed gaze of the Interlocutor, he forcibly gouged out this last window to the soul.

”Damn!”

For the Interlocutor, questioning insanity seemed politely understated, leading to an outright curse.

Accompanied by the flashing eye above its head, it sincerely expressed its incomprehension — towards someone so averse to being assigned work content.

”Isn’t it too surprising? Have you forgotten our identity as dream manipulators?”

However, as the individual involved, the two bloody holes on Fu Qian’s face remained remarkably calm, even adjusting the vision of the eyeball towards it, upholding the courtesy of looking at someone while speaking — and indeed he could see.

Correct, despite the resemblance to the previous right eye, this one had no visible abnormalities in form.

But upon fully extricating it from the eye socket, Fu Qian immediately realized that although no longer tethered physically, he could still ”see.”

His field of vision truly shifted with the eyeball’s motion in his hand.

Clearly, this wasn’t something achievable by an ordinary body of flesh; apart from the left arm and right eye, the erosion had silently intensified.

And that wasn’t even the most important aspect.

Disregarding the Interlocutor, whose wings were once again stretched out due to the stimulation, Fu Qian directed the vision of the held eyeball around the room before finally settling it on himself.

Earlier, he felt something odd—the shirt’s style had changed.

This is the one he wore during dinner with Young Master Qin and the others last time, definitely not something that should appear in the Supernatural World.

The information in his mind seemed to be ”seeping,” akin to the many dreamers who perished here before.