Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Uproar (37)_1 Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Uproar (37)_1 “It doesn’t seem like anything’s changed!”

When the hands of the pocket watch in his hand stepped to the calculated position, Fu Qian observed his surroundings immediately.

Nothing unusual seemed to have appeared, including the crowd frolicking in the distance, which looked perfectly normal.

However, even with this scene before him, Fu Qian still sat motionless in his original spot.

A professional taskperson would not make the mistake of blind optimism; the anomaly might already be there, but it just hadn’t been observed yet.

The spot he currently occupied had been carefully selected – his view was good, the location peripheral, not a thoroughfare to any particular destination.

The purpose was to minimize variables when the nightmare came.

So, returning to the question, where exactly was the anomaly manifesting?

While pondering, Fu Qian suddenly felt a taste developing in his mouth.

An extremely rich flavor, one could even say the ultimate pleasure for the tastebuds: the deliciousness of fresh fish.

Was this… the taste of fish?

Fu Qian was certain he hadn’t eaten anything, but the taste was so real.

The next moment, Fu Qian realized something.

He had seen a kid on the beach holding half a skewer of grilled fish and nibbling at it.

The fish, golden and crispy, was such that one glance told you the grillmaster was highly skilled.

At that moment, Fu Qian had subconsciously lamented that the fish must taste good and considered trying it if he got the chance… and then there was taste in his mouth.

Is there such a thing?

Amidst his astonishment, Fu Qian felt something and looked with concentration, discovering that the receding tide had left something behind on the beach—a group of fish of various sizes and species.

These fish were obviously still alive, thrashing about trying to escape after being stranded.

However, the bodies behind their heads were uniformly golden and crispy, enticing to the eye and likely to stimulate anyone’s appetite.

Not only was there taste in his mouth, but even living grilled fish were springing out of the sea?

Fu Qian seemed to understand the meaning of a sweet nightmare—inner thoughts could materialize, the stuff of legends where whatever you wish for comes to you.

Although the mode of appearance was somewhat horrifying, it did indeed qualify as a sweet dream.

At the same time, Fu Qian noticed that the actions of others were unaffected; even those passing by seemed oblivious to the enticing grilled fish strewn about.

These things seemed to affect only him.

Sadly, if it could affect everyone, he could simply wish to defeat the likes of Ariel, Veheler, and Hamadus in an instant, thus easily completing the task, couldn’t he?

“Hmm?”

As he was contemplating, a voice reached Fu Qian’s ears.

“It’s actually you… Hehe, I told you we’d meet again.”

The voice sounded rather familiar.

With a bit of reflection, Fu Qian recognized who it was—the Human-faced Worm who claimed to be the God Eroder.

It seemed that Brother Interlocutor had not forgotten him since they last parted.

“You appear to be in a very special state, which really delights me.”

Perhaps it had been too long since Brother Interlocutor had communicated with anyone because, without waiting for Fu Qian to say anything, he eagerly expressed his schadenfreude.

“But rest assured, my state is far from recovered, and I am not able to affect you.”

“Of course, there’s no doubt that in the time to come, I will very much enjoy being an audience member, hehehe…”

“Don’t resist, this place will soon be your final destination.”

Amidst the standard villainous laughter, this individual concluded with a sentence that was almost a curse.

…

So, does this sweet nightmare indeed relate to the Nightmare Corridor?

Regardless of the motive, Brother Interlocutor’s eagerness to express his emotions still brought valuable information.

As for whether he truly hadn’t recovered enough to only watch from the sidelines, Fu Qian didn’t care in the least.

There was no chance for negotiation and mercy between him and this being.

So, no matter what it said, he would face it head-on.

“Should I just space out now to avoid more trouble?”

After all, given the current situation, even an inadvertent thought could very likely cause something unusual to happen.

At this moment, one could even see a fish with an enormous head struggling to twist its scorched-yellow body and leap onto the embankment.

Dragging along a trail of scattered debris, it resolutely headed in Fu Qian’s direction, seeming quite interested in getting a taste of him.

The more things like this there were, the worse it was for him.

Next, Fu Qian tried to empty his mind, not thinking about anything at all.

Unfortunately, within a few seconds, he felt his mind become chaotic, almost incapable of producing a normal thought.

The very idea of voluntarily emptying his mind had also become a reality, irrationally speeding up its own dissolution?

Indeed, it lived up to the Nightmare’s name.

It seemed he had no choice but to enjoy this ‘sweetness.’ For a while, Fu Qian stopped trying to empty his mind deliberately, allowing his will to gradually return. The situation was now quite clear; his best strategy was to maintain this state until the commotion arrived— Before he could finish that thought, Fu Qian felt a voice explode in his mind. To be fair, the voice did have a certain melody to it; it wasn’t pure noise. But no matter how melodic, the noise was loud enough to be disturbing after being turned up to the maximum volume. Fu Qian subtly concealed his sentiment, allowing the thought to dissipate freely. Because along with his previous sentiment, the voice in his head had almost doubled in volume. This dream was truly exquisitely delicate! And under these circumstances, he still had to persist for over twenty hours. This was undoubtedly quite challenging; he needed to be extremely careful in controlling his thoughts. It would be best if during this time, no one came to disturb him, which would increase the unpredictability. … Unfortunately, ideals are always beautiful. Although he had chosen a relatively secluded spot, Fu Qian’s excessively flamboyant attire had inevitably attracted a lot of attention. In fact, at this very moment, someone had been watching him for a while and couldn’t help but strike up a conversation. “This thing’s pretty interesting, where did you get it from?” A spirited young man in his twenties, pointed directly at the top of his head and asked. “Project reward,” Fu Qian nodded and responded honestly. Based on his experience dealing with young men like this, not answering and pretending to be aloof was not a good idea. Feeling slighted was something they found difficult to accept; the manner of questioning could become much more aggressive. “Project reward?” The spirited young man seemed somewhat puzzled by Fu Qian’s answer and asked back with a confused expression. “Yeah, a project reward you can get just by working hard,” Working hard… With that explanation, the young man’s interest was visibly waning. It was clear that for him, the topic of working hard was utterly dull. Taking a breath, he seemed unsure of what to do next, and after an awkward two seconds, simply turned around and left. That’s professionalism! Fu Qian was satisfied with how he instantly chose the topic that would most quickly cause the other person to lose interest. However… In the next moment, Fu Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards a small cabin not far away where the door was undergoing some kind of change. Although it was open, the darkness inside seemed almost tangible, while mysterious patterns rapidly emerged on the door.