Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 98: Chapter 97: King of the White Tower (19)_1

With Bai Jinting’s death once again, a sensation similar to waking up from a dream arose.

“The highly anticipated finals are about to begin, fighters please enter the arena!”

However, as Fu Qian’s consciousness was restored, the first thing he heard was still the host’s excited voice.

Indeed, back again.

It had felt like waking from a dream just moments ago; was this moving from one dream to another?

Endless Nightmare Mode, huh?

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Bai Jinting’s mocking voice seemed to still linger in his ears.

But Fu Qian was indifferent, heading straight out the door.

Leaping, climbing, dodging, until he was once again atop the stand where Bai Jinting was.

“Proves I wasn’t lying, doesn’t it?”

Bai Jinting winked at Fu Qian, his tone dripping with heavy sarcasm.

However, his eye only half-closed when the Air Bullet blasted him into the sky.

“Two.”

Fu Qian counted, experiencing the sensation of a dream being pulled away again, as the familiar voice echoed in his ears.

“The highly anticipated finals are about to begin, fighters please enter the arena!”

Opening doors, leaping, climbing, evading, after completing this sequence for the third time, Fu Qian once again faced Bai Jinting.

This time, the latter shook his head and sighed, his expression full of pity for the mentally challenged.

“What you’re doing is meaningless…”

“Three.”

Fu Qian didn’t respond; he just counted again, and Bai Jinting was shattered to pieces once more.

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“Have you completely lost your mind to slaughter?”

“Four.”

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“Futile struggle.”

“Five.”

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“You’re completely in vain, changing nothing.”

“Six.”

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“Have you completely given up on yourself?”

“Seven.”

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Fu Qian tirelessly exited the preparation room again and again, repeating the same sequence of actions, killing Bai Jinting in various ways.

And at last, the latter’s demeanor began to change.

From the initial mockery to speechless choking up.

When the kill count reached forty, Bai Jinting finally broke down.

As Fu Qian advanced for another kill, Bai Jinting tried to escape elsewhere.

But against Fu Qian, who could complete the kill with his eyes closed after loading dozens of times, there was simply no escape.

“What exactly are you trying to do…”

Before being reduced to dust again, Bai Jinting looked at Fu Qian with a desperate gaze.

“I told you just now, the moment you said ‘again’, I had already made up my mind.”

“If everything is an identical repetition, then this nightmare is truly unsolvable.”

Fu Qian smiled at him.

“But it’s different with you as the audience.”

“As long as you remember each death, what I’m doing isn’t a meaningless repetition.”

“From what I know, many people lack patience to the extent that they love to abuse words like ‘countless’ and ‘forever’. In fact, you’ll find it’s often used to describe a quantity that doesn’t even reach triple digits.”

“So I have to wonder, whether the protection you have can really withstand countless deaths and reset everything time and again.”

“To verify this, I’m prepared to try something, to set a small goal.”

Fu Qian winked.

“To kill you 999 times.”

“Your attitude earlier, instead of generously offering me advice, seemed more like you were desperately painting a picture of despair to steer me towards suicide.

I’m not sure what would happen if I committed suicide, but I have a hunch it’s not anything good. If I actually did that, the consequences would be… heh heh!”

“So, die.”

“You’re simply… unreasonable!”

“You don’t understand, please call me Son of Bai Jinting!”

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Fu Qian had always been a selectively patient person.

As long as something interested him, he didn’t mind spending extra time on it, repeating the most boring attempts with astounding patience.

Actually, if Bai Jinting had been cautious enough, he should have pretended nothing had changed the second time he saw himself.

That would have made him waste more time looking for other variables.

Unfortunately, in an attempt to boast his fashionability, he even blurted out that his death dream could reset, which now made him the only known variable in this dream cage.

As long as it was a variable, even if it was just a change in statistical numbers, it was worth another run; that’s the quality of a top-tier player.

Of course, it wasn’t his fault, the degree of obsession (or rather, perversion) of some people might have exceeded his understanding.

“You… lunatic!”

Facing Fu Qian who was closing in, Bai Jinting let out another cry of despair.

You mean the Lunatic of the Dark Moon? Sorry, I still fall a bit short compared to them.

“Forty-one.”

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“Fifty-nine.”

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“Sixty-nine.”

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“Ninety-nine.”

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When Bai Jinting shattered to pieces for the one hundred thirty-eighth time, his wail echoed in the White Tower for a long time.

By now, Fu Qian could do all this with his eyes closed.

And this time, the dream did not rewind.

Fu Qian opened his eyes to find the broken body of Bai Jinting before him, the Divine Favored One now utterly devoid of life.

Indeed, there was a limit.

138, his definition of forever was truly shallow.

Although the rewind hadn’t occurred, the dream hadn’t ended either.

Fu Qian looked at the still chaotic crowd below.

Almost at the same moment, Fu Qian felt the gaze of a special being upon him.

The next instant, something heavy seemed to set upon him, linking his existence with the entire dream in a special way.

What is this?

Fu Qian clenched his fist, feeling the ripples his actions caused around him.

After Bai Jinting’s death, had the gaze of that great being mentioned by him shifted to himself? Had he become the new King of the White Tower?

Was he expected to kill himself next?

No.

It took only a second for Fu Qian to dismiss the idea.

His vitality was far greater than that of Bai Jinting.

If he killed himself now, the most likely outcome would be triggering another rewind, and then he would have to repeat the process over and over until he collapsed completely.

The number could very well be astronomical.

Not to mention there was the possibility of dying for real and failing the mission.

And there was an issue, judging by what had just happened, even if he died, it was hard to assure that the gaze of the being wouldn’t just move on to someone else, creating a new King of the White Tower.

Whatever the case, that was a last resort.

Fu Qian shook his head, anyway, the notification of containment failure hadn’t arrived, which meant there was still a way.

One thing Bai Jinting said was quite true, the gaze of the great existence might not be a response to any devout prayers but merely attracted by something special.

So the question was, why had Bai Jinting attracted the attention of the mysterious being behind it all?

If it was because of the bizarre Limb Attachment technique, then Lu Ming and his peers should be more competitive.

What was special about Bai Jinting?

Fu Qian thought for a moment, then looked towards the cage-like elevator at the side.

At the beginning, the King of the White Tower had descended in that very elevator.

Fu Qian stepped forward and stood on it, the elevator began to slowly ascend, climbing towards the top of the White Tower.

Overlooking the crowd below, which resembled ants, he began to understand why Bai Jinting liked riding this thing.