Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1471: Chapter 1469: I Am Not Myself

The embodiment of withering, source of plague, midnight nightmare.

In the dark warehouse, Fu Qian, having completed today’s task, silently reminisces about that already lost soul.

Although each title sounds more impressive than the last, the most fitting for Brother Huo should still be its name, as its journey could be described as goofy and naive.

Perhaps it has something to do with the experiences of a born divine being, but in Fu Qian’s opinion, it somewhat breaks through the lower limits.

As the saying goes, our child is very smart, it’s just that they’re led astray by others.

Fu Qian tends to use this to explain this anomaly.

That is to say, Brother Huo’s behavior along the way is the result of someone turning its mind into mush—even after he helped ”purify” it.

As a master of spiritual contamination, Fu Qian knows well that the highest tier of enlightenment techniques is never to force you to accept my thoughts, but to make you accept ”your own” thoughts.

And according to previous experiences, a certain colleague equally masters this high-end technique.

From whom does Mr. Lek’s oath come?

Out of stylistic habit, Fu Qian would never simply attribute it to an unknowable superior being.

And from the very beginning, when speculating that the polluted was the concept of ”existence,” the Blasphemous King, whom he once felt a kinship with at Silver Mist Manor, was almost the first to come to Fu Qian’s mind.

You must know that at their first meeting, His Excellency generously gifted him a past life, attempting to replace his essence with a superior being’s reincarnation.

Even if he doesn’t remember incorrectly, even though it was just a projection, the other cosmic deity present, the Mother of the Gospel, also looked unwilling to get involved upon seeing the filth.

And this time, the elusive and unguardable Lek, undoubtedly, still has that omnipresent damnable charm.

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The only pity is that the oath taker’s object, as Brother Huo described, does seem quite inactive.

Throughout the whole process, it was only Lek, as the sole oath taker, posing a threat to himself under Brother Huo’s misguided belief that he was in reverse control of the situation.

And after borrowing others’ hands to kill him, it wasn’t until the task was settled that everything remained calm and quiet.

And Brother Huo, finally liberated, in gratitude, even provided him with an opportunity.

Showing him what seemed like some ritual to further advance and rise to the first phase.

Yet it was precisely this benevolent gift, unexpected yet reasonable fortune, which to Fu Qian, was exactly what he had been long expecting, filling in the final piece of the whole incident’s puzzle.

Although even looking at it from a fully objective point of view, this gift came unobtrusively and silently, blending into nature more naturally than nature itself.

Opportunities pass in a flash, a moment’s hesitation will lead to missed chances, in no way does it seem like a conspiracy.

The motivation is reasonable, to help a life suffer from desecration obtain purification, a small reciprocation to the other upon the brink of death.

Death is also real, the task completion prompt strongly supports this.

Even the content showcased amongst it, some elements belong to his own secrets.

Had there been an additional consciousness of a Child of Destiny, it would be accepted gladly and subsequently search earnestly for that illusory long river, waiting for the chance to follow the righteous path.

It’s just a pity for our perspective, maybe there’s no doubt about Brother Huo’s sincerity in gratitude, but one doubts his capacity for self-awareness.

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The feeling of fate bonds when seeing that image really makes one easily think of the previous scene of a past life falling seen back at Silver Mist Manor.

And subsequent facts proved, it was an illusion capable of even deceiving himself.

If even such self-perception can be fabricated, how does Brother Huo, long poisoned, have the gall to think every thought in its mind belongs to it?

In Fu Qian’s view, Brother Huo might have said one thing right, that the contamination is irresistible.

He simply wasn’t able to successfully retain a sense of self-awareness.

The thoughts he believes to be his own, resistance, even unyieldingness, enlightenment, all might not be reliable.

And if one imagines oneself as the superior being in this incident.

With a hard-earned oath taker killed, and Brother Huo’s unexpected gain also destroyed, is there any way to make some use of these ruined advantages?

Of course, there is.

A man about to die, he speaks kindly, a purified desecrated creature finally liberated, such character design is too suitable to endorse certain lies.

Out of professional ethics, Fu Qian first thought of this application.

And seemingly, great minds think alike, something interesting indeed appeared later on.

So regardless of how fate bonded the things seen were, Fu Qian would never have any feeling of destiny imposed upon him.

As for some factors belonging to his own undisclosed secrets?

Don’t forget, the Blasphemous King in his first move directly dragged even the form of his otherworldly self out.

The biggest characteristic of the rule of desecration, compared to Brother Patch’s deceptive antics before, is governing with a hands-off approach, utterly dispense with weaving lies.

His method likens to tossing a glob of filth at the target directly, then the contamination ”will find its own way,” autonomously seeking erosion opportunities.

Last time in Silver Mist Manor, it already proved this point, He didn’t even know what he saw.

From this angle, the invasive approach this time being more covert and implicit, does it imply recognition of our strength?

Of course, at this stage it still belongs to one’s ”greatest malicious” speculation, specifics still need consulting the warehouse’s review.

While thoughts race mixed with some self-praise, the mission summary has already sounded.

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[Mission Evaluation: All-Dimensional Requiem]

[Mr. Lek has already forgotten when he first felt that sense of fulfillment.

Increasingly advanced medical skills earned him respect, yet only he knows the true reason.

Clearly what brings detestation and fear, he sees as treasures within flesh—his own flesh.

He exists far beyond this humanoid outline perceived by mundane understanding.

Continuously tasting himself, and continuously spreading himself, all of this is done in shadows unknown to anyone, until one day, when greed erupted like a mountain flood, uncontrollable.

An unexpectedly desecrated Withering Dragon, unsatisfied with succumbing to such fate, began its own resistance.

And the most direct change brought was that Lek’s contamination became as intense as his greed, almost eroding everything within sight by any concept, including beyond sight.

”Evaded his observation” alone as a definition would’ve brought his contamination, let alone killing him.

And once contaminated, due to the existential connection, and the innate conceptual protection received as the origin of plague, you will no longer be able to enter its hidden dreams.

Even slaughtering all other contaminated ones would do no good, as long as you still live, the dream still remains, merely you cannot enter it before 59.

Luckily, you skillfully avoided such a deadlock, and from body to heart, thoroughly requiemed Brother Huo, who had already become the origin of plague.

Throughout long ages, a hint of liberation chance of the Blasphemous King was once more shattered by you.]

[Killed: Huo]

[Reward: SAN Points +25]

[Special Reward: Typhoid Fear]

[Current SAN Points 98, current Inspiration 99]