Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1570: Chapter 1565: Workshop (Part 2)

My entire life, without regret!

Though it’s still early, the way Fu Qian stepped out of the school gate seemed to stretch his shadow infinitely like there’s a sunset.

The gears of destiny are bound to turn on an otherwise ordinary day.

And in just a moment, you’ll find that you can never return to your former self, even your name– wait, what should the name be now?

Fu Qian’s steps, almost accompanied by background music, suddenly stopped, and he furrowed his brow, a crucial question came to mind.

The note didn’t say whom it was for, there seemed to be no name card on him, and the task description didn’t even mention it.

To this day, the warehouse’s efficiency index has made no improvement.

But it doesn’t matter, to become a Hunter of Divine Beings, one must sever the past.

With a cold snort, Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at what’s in his hand.

The brass key, symbolizing the call of destiny, was shining brightly under the light.

After simply discerning the direction, he realized he had no idea which way to go from here.

”Hello.”

But such a minor setback couldn’t possibly hinder the journey towards the stars and the sea.

Fu Qian exited the mode of divine mission in a second and greeted a kind old lady.

...

Was the distance a bit too far?

For someone with wavering will, halfway through the ride, they might lose their passionate warmth and abandon being the savior to return to watching anime.

Sitting in an uncomfortable seat, Fu Qian silently watched the outside, counting the remaining journey.

The old lady was still very enthusiastic, and after pondering the address with no results, she even specially ran farther to find a young female to inquire.

What was a bit unusual was that this female student, who didn’t look much older than him, not only had a slightly strange expression when looking over but also knew the place.

Is it related to some urban legend?

Surveying the dense buildings outside the window, Fu Qian seemed to slightly understand the meaning behind that gaze.

Clearly, it wasn’t the gaze of one admiring a hero but of pitying someone with a delusion of grandeur.

In such a modern city, indeed, it is hard to imagine such a key opening a legitimate place.

Perhaps it really does have a touch of urban legend...

A moment later, when the chosen one, who encountered no obstacles along the way, alighted from the vehicle and found his destination following the address, he was lost in thought gazing at the uniquely styled building before him.

With narrow windows, high walls, peculiar reliefs, and even a color scheme that induces depression at first glance.

Just a street away were towering buildings, making this unpopular building distinctly out of place, yet it matched well with the key in his hand.

It was easily identifiable, though styled in retro, it wasn’t genuinely ancient architecture, looking more like a theme park unused after being built.

Of course, none of this mattered, as the call of destiny comes in varied forms, unaffected by the location.

The only issue was that the place seemed quite large, where should he find the lock corresponding to the key to enter the ”Workshop”?

...

Abandoned buildings with gloomy styles indeed, which are easy to give rise to urban legends and are known by many thrill-seeking young people.

In such situations, a vintage-styled key along with the guidance to this place undeniably elevates the prank factor.

But that is for the Mortal, as one determined to become the Ring Lord, it’s merely a facade meant to confuse.

The front door was shut tight; with the sky already darkening, Fu Qian scanned briefly, bypassed the warning sign, and climbed a narrow ladder along the side of the building.

And soon enough, he found a half-open window on the side.

You can tell by the traces that this has become a common entry and exit route for the building.

And here, Fu Qian, who did not cross through by Blood Conquest previously, adhered to this custom, squeezed himself into the Darkness.

Behind the window was a small hall with three doors.

Like most abandoned buildings, the interior was relatively empty, with only items inconvenient to move left rotting, such as doors seemingly perfectly fitting the key in hand.

Yet, as mentioned earlier, the structure of the building was complex, with many floors.

Even for Fu Qian, it was easy to confirm there was no one else nearby except himself.

In the absence of markings, to find the way into the Workshop, it seemed only tedious trial and error was left.

But only seemed so.

Being a chosen one, how could he be like mere exploratory young adventurers?

Fu Qian stepped forward a few paces, letting his fingers glide over the pattern-drawn wall.

...

High-end design often manifests in minute details, like these not-too-delicate patterns.

With a closer look, you can find that there are no entirely repetitive parts on each wall or between them.

Even on each door, without exception, there are hidden patterns that echo each other.

Of course, these are design elements, naturally worthy of a compliment to the designer.

Now, the focus is on... Fu Qian blinked and traced a motif with his fingers along the slightly dazzling pattern.

Then another...

In a moment, the chaotic pattern was decomposed into various distinct combinations.

Though mismatched, most importantly, they looked somewhat familiar, as if seen somewhere.

This place is extraordinary, indeed the world is calling.

More convinced this is no prank, the legendary power to hunt Deities is indeed waiting, Fu Qian snorted coldly and retrieved the key, matching the newly separated pattern to the fringes on its tail— no match.

Fu Qian quickly arrived at the result.

Saving the world is indeed not easy; no wonder there’s talk of trials.

Neither entangled nor discouraged, confident in his judgment as always, Fu Qian directly pocketed the key, attempted to open a door, and stepped outside.

Sure enough, the narrow corridor behind the door also had those chaotic patterns, differing from those seen in the room earlier.

Naturally, given there’s not even a window, a typical high school student would see nothing looking around.

Clack!

Light from Fu Qian’s hand illuminated the space, technology immediately dispelling the shadows.

After confirming the journey’s distance with the old lady and others, he had already prepared for possible nighttime operations along the way, in line with his persona.

Indeed, opportunities reward those prepared.

Tracing the corridor forward, Fu Qian finally found an even more familiar pattern not seen in the previous room.

A pattern seen when exploring the Underground Ruins with a group of Saint Fighters earlier.