Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1572: Chapter 1567: Workshop (4)

[Take it, or put it back and leave]

Indeed, there is a difference between nonferrous metals and precious metals.

Compared to the one wrapping the key, the handwriting on the note under the Gold Coin was much clearer.

And at first glance, the first sentence captures the essence of toying with restraint.

[The reward is not for what you have done, but for what you will do]

The second sentence is even more stern and aloof, genuinely scratching that itch for melodrama.

And this is all the content on the note.

No contact information, enrollment phone numbers, or partnership hotlines, the sense of fate and mystery is at its peak.

Without even weighing it in hand, you would know from a glance that the density of this Gold Coin poses no issue.

Just this text alone, putting it back and heading off to dinner and sleep, might leave you with regrets awakening at midnight decades later, wouldn’t it?

Hmph!

With a chilly smile, Fu Qian folded the note, and in the next moment, directed the Gold Coin toward the light.

Unfortunately, regret is merely the weak’s self-adornment.

Any notion of ”if I had done it this way back then” would hardly have a ten percent chance in practice if given a do-over.

For someone who has endured for years, only to finally gather mundane, middle-school-like experiences, how could he allow this summoning to be desecrated by regret?

This is the courage to face a mission, having nothing to do with the pattern on the Gold Coin.

Fu Qian blinked at the glittering reward.

Not a skull or demon horns, but the rear view of a human figure made of a few simple lines.

Simple, yet evidently crafted by a master; at a glance, delicate and charming.

Coupled with the smooth surface of the Gold Coin, one couldn’t help but feel an urge to see what the front looked like.

...

Indeed professional, imperceptibly gathering all the elements that can propel a Hero from fantasy onto an adventure.

For a master of persuasion, Fu Qian appreciated the new elements introduced on the coin with a kind of professional admiration.

Of course, a gentleman values the beauty brought by others, and he had no intention of going against it, nonchalantly flipping the Gold Coin between his fingers.

Ding—

With a light sound, the next moment, the Gold Coin was flicked into the air.

Without attempting to catch it, Fu Qian turned and opened the pocket on his coat.

Of course, it wasn’t about entertaining any guesses about leaving the future to fate or anything, just a simple practice of storing.

A true warrior never blames probability.

The moment he stepped out of the school gate, this man, who would eventually be hailed as the Ring Lord by many deities, had decided not to attend classes seriously anymore.

Quietly, the Gold Coin had already slipped into his pocket, smoothly and seamlessly.

As were Fu Qian’s footsteps.

No lingering attachment, no intention of tying up loose ends, he had turned away from the room.

And then from the building.

Indeed, though the Gold Coin was accepted, Fu Qian had no intention of lingering around.

Such a well-executed act was not to be left incomplete.

The true call of destiny is always brimming with a sense of fatalism—once accepted, inescapable, hiding in the school bathroom would be pointless.

Accepting the deal, then waiting in place, or standing by the roadside for a special car to pick you up?

That would truly ruin the elegance—having a car come to pick you up while walking on the road would be more like it.

Moments later, as Fu Qian examined the city from an entirely new perspective, even having left the vicinity of the building, within the hustle and bustle, a powerful roar erupted from behind, followed by a sharp screech of brakes.

These sounds, to the youthful ears, generally have a significant attention-grabbing effect.

However, amidst the abrupt shifts, Fu Qian not only didn’t stop his steps but didn’t even cast a glance.

Apologies, as the chosen one, these worldly Creations had long faded in value within his perception.

”Hello there, young man.”

A few seconds later, perhaps a bit embarrassed at having to restart and catch up, the car window by the roadside was rolled down, revealing half a face clad with a bearded covering, calling out.

As for the other half, it was concealed under a prominent pair of sunglasses.

...

”Hello.”

A lofty stance doesn’t mean forsaking courtesy; on the contrary, often the latter is an essential component of the former.

Facing the proactive greeting, Fu Qian finally paused, glancing over at the person with an appraising gaze, giving a slight nod.

Of course, the expressionless and aloof demeanor had to be maintained.

”Call me Oz, get in the car.”

The uncle in sunglasses should have been waiting for the ”why” kind of question.

Unfortunately, the ordinary-looking middle schooler had no intent to ask further after responding, merely gazing at him with weary, dull eyes, as if waiting for a show.

Even though he initiated the conversation, maintaining a certain level of coolness was necessary.

Nodding toward the rear, after self-introducing, he coldly motioned to get in, with no inclination to explain further.

A bit of comfort could be derived from the young man showing little doubt or hesitation, nodding after receiving an answer and getting into the backseat.

”I might not be able to pay for the ride.”

Of course, the first words spoken after the car started were still a bit unexpected.

”Hehe... doesn’t matter, if you couldn’t pay, I wouldn’t be here.”

Pausing for a moment, Oz replied with a smile.

...

”Are you referring to this?”

It seemed a bit of logical thinking was needed to grasp the other’s words.

In a moment of contemplation, Fu Qian swiftly retrieved the Gold Coin, holding it up.

”Yes, it seems you don’t mind gold, and coincidentally, neither do I.”

The other didn’t even turn his head, adhering to the principles of safe driving.

Even racing through the night, the sunglasses still didn’t come off.

”Later, if you can’t pass the test, I’ll take it as the fare.”

Indeed, there’s still a second test, fittingly a selection for someone mastering Divinely Power.

Oz’s account filled Fu Qian with a sense of awe and invigorated determination.

”But if you pass the test, you still won’t receive the fare?”

Of course, this didn’t affect his logical thinking, as he quickly pointed out the loophole in the other’s description.

...

Oz finally fell into a brief silence, staring in slight bewilderment at the rearview mirror.

”Rest assured... if you pass the test, everything you have will be taken as payment for the ride.”

However, this small issue ultimately didn’t stump him.

”I see... so, was it you who sent me that key?”

Facing a future that seemed less than bright, Fu Qian watched the nightscape whizzing by outside the window, suddenly mentioning the beginning of the story.

”Yes.”

”And the purpose?”

”You’ve accepted the Gold Coin, yet you’re still hung up on this?”

Returning to his professional sphere, Oz seemed to regain his confidence, letting out a low chuckle.

”Of course, it’s to lure you away from a mundane life, plunging into a cruel Abyss.”

”And you’ve made a foolish decision.”