Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 184: Chapter 183: Porcelain Doll (Part 1)_1

The Seal of the Sun lasted for about half an hour in total.

Given that it was already evening, by the time the dark haze dissipated, the sun had almost set.

And just as Fu Qian predicted, this strange phenomenon almost instantly went viral on the internet.

Fu Qian even saw Young Master Qin’s complete coverage on his social media feed.

After a quick glance at the related news, Fu Qian promptly confirmed the range of the seal’s impact, which essentially covered the entirety of Lincheng and then some.

One could only say that Blasphemy’s Embrace was indeed quite powerful.

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And as Lincheng had witnessed a series of strange phenomena, the public’s interest was notably piqued.

Fu Qian even saw some television station had organized three experts who sat around a round table, passionately debating the cause of the unusual celestial event, their faces turning red and ears getting hot.

Earthquake, fire, an omen of doom… after dismissing many guesses and rebutting his opponents until they were nearly having a stroke, the youngest-looking expert adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, started citing broadly, and spoke eloquently.

He naturally linked today’s event with the abnormal flash of light from the previous days, speaking logically and coherently, leaving the heavily made-up host fascinated, without reaching any conclusion at the end.

After watching for a while, once the experts ran out of arguments and began attacking one another personally, Fu Qian turned off the program.

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Experience proved that Blasphemy’s Embrace still had its domineering aspects, sticking to the promised side effects of twenty-four hours without a second of discount.

And even though he was now ranked as a demigod, the feeling during Discoloration State was still far from pleasant.

In response to this situation, Fu Qian chose to silently enjoy the twenty-four hours of peace, waiting until the state dissipated the next day before finally entering the warehouse.

[Identity verification complete, work for today begins]

[Warning, leakage accident]

The warehouse never disappointed, operating with its usual stability.

[Name: Porcelain Doll, Code: 2-090]

[Today’s work content updated: Enter the containment scene of 2-090, complete re-containment]

[Current SAN Points 182, current Inspiration 46]

With practiced ease in setting up his Skill, Fu Qian began his work for the day.

[Entering containment scene of 2-090]

[…4%…6%…10%…18%…34%…66%…100%, containment scene loading complete]

[This is a mysterious forbidden land, a place where ordinary people dare not tread.

As a member of the Exploration Team, you are hired and tasked with a special mission to come here.

Your plan is meticulous, your preparations thorough, and you are optimistic about the journey—which was supposed to be an easy and pleasant one—]

The mission briefing abruptly ended, and Fu Qian regained his senses at the same time.

After moving his limbs a bit, he found himself in the midst of a dense forest.

Looking up, all around him were dark green plants, barely a glimpse of the ground to be seen, with the canopy overhead sealed tight by overlapping leaves.

At the same time, there was an indescribable scent of corruption permeating the air.

The next moment, an eerie cry sounded from behind him, almost reminiscent of a human wail, very close by.

Fu Qian turned to look and saw an enormous creature of bizarre appearance.

It resembled a giant spider at first glance, about the height of a building.

Except the part that seemed to be the head did not have organs like mouths and eyes. Instead, there were numerous spiral-shaped holes, and legs numbering in the teens were situated haphazardly both in front and behind.

At the same time, this creature was covered with a thick, gray carapace from its back to its legs.

Out of the gaps in the carapace, countless yellow-black sharp claws stretched out, like sharp daggers aimed in all directions.

However, the terrifying monster was now lying motionless on the ground.

Fu Qian closely inspected it and found that most of the “spider’s” legs were broken.

It was intentionally placed here, but the purpose was unclear.

Fu Qian quickly made a judgment.

As he turned around, the creature seemed to sense something. Its “face” turned towards him, and its wailing became even more pitiful.

“What are you doing? Hurry back.”

A voice came from not far away.

Fu Qian turned to see half a body emerging from behind a towering tree.

The body’s owner was about forty years old, with thinning hair and a cold expression, dressed in clothing suitable for outdoor activities.

“Quick, or they’ll be here.”

Seeing that Fu Qian was looking at him, the man coldly reminded him and motioned to hide over there.

“Or do you want to stay there and be live bait?”

So, he had been setting a trap just now, and this creature was the bait?

Fu Qian instantly understood and gave the spider another glance before walking over.

Several people were already hiding behind the tree, their ages varied, but their attire was remarkably consistent.

At the same time, Fu Qian also noticed around this area, centering on the spider, more than a dozen presences were surrounding it, some of which were fairly strong.

While Fu Qian was releasing his perception, a strange sensation came over him, sending a chill through his body.

The next moment, his skin started to itch as if something was wriggling and trying to burrow out from beneath it.

This was…

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Fu Qian— in fact, he had just experienced it yesterday when he ascended to demigod status.

Under an unseen influence, his body involuntarily underwent various transformations.

He recalled something mentioned in the rewards before— he was now a Whiteboard Demigod, prone to attracting attention.

Although the reaction was still mild, it was clear that this place was no simple matter!

Inhaling the scent of decay in the air, Fu Qian had a vague feeling that in the dense forest before him, eyes seemed to be watching him.

Gathering his thoughts, Fu Qian slowly stabilized his condition until the abnormal sensation on his body disappeared.

The other people behind the tree were clearly focusing outside and did not notice his anomaly.

“They’re here.”

That’s when the person who had called Fu Qian back suddenly spoke in a hushed voice.

The “spider” in the middle seemed to sense something, its cries becoming more piercing and pitiful as it tried to move its broken legs, attempting to support its body and retreat backwards, to no avail.

The next moment, a strange sound arose all around, neither resembling insects nor beasts, quite crisp.

At the same time, the “spider” let out a earth-shattering wail as its thick carapace was brutally torn open, splattering numerous dark red liquids and revealing the flesh beneath.

And this was only the beginning.

In less than a minute, whether it was the broken legs or the thorax, sprays of liquid erupted as the carapace was shredded piece by piece.

And on the bloodied, indistinct body, dozens of palm-sized, luminescent, delicate things wriggled out.

Fu Qian, with his excellent eyesight, could see from his vantage point that those were actually intricately designed dolls with lifelike features.