Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 614: Chapter 614 Noisy (38)_1 Chapter 614: Chapter 614 Noisy (38)_1 This thing, it couldn’t be a “reward,” could it?

Looking at the suddenly mutated door and feeling an inexplicable urge to step inside, Fu Qian had an epiphany the next moment.

Was he now “working hard” and then received a “reward” according to what was said earlier?

It indeed followed the principle of ‘words become reality,’ albeit in a somewhat twisted way.

Speaking of which, its design is so classic, rather similar to what I’ve seen in the Nightmare Corridor.

I have a feeling that if I walked in, I’d probably see that Human-faced Worm directly and end up as its cellmate again.

It also seems reasonable, after all, for a dream that is inherently sweet, extending a dream to deeper levels indeed counts as a reward.

At this moment, although I can see people coming and going inside the cabin without being affected, I absolutely do not want to try it out for myself.

In Fu Qian’s judgment, the dream state he was in was completely different from that of other people.

This was like a middle state between a real nightmare and reality, so although they did not interfere with each other, both could contact me in special ways, such as now—

Fu Qian looked at the fish in front of him, over a meter long, with a trail that showed its bones from being dragged along.

As its gaping mouth opened and closed, its sharp teeth were even about to bite the hem of his trousers.

And behind him, in a radial pattern, hundreds of thousands more fish were still converging in this direction.

Putt.

In the next moment, the huge head was shattered by an Air Bullet.

My abilities had not been affected.

Looking at the immobile remains, Fu Qian nodded his head.

The reason he didn’t use the thought “all the fish stop moving” to halt them was partly to test out his state under these special conditions.

On the other hand, in Fu Qian’s judgment, these outcomes where thoughts instantly become reality were all distorted.

Relying on this method to solve problems would likely cover up the original chaos with even greater chaos, making it nearly impossible to construct a perfect closed loop.

Wait a second, it seems there’s still a problem.

In the next moment, having just tested the power of the Air Bullet, Fu Qian suddenly found himself immersed in an extreme sense of joy, feeling immensely content.

Is this… the emotional feedback from killing satisfaction?

That’s way too strong!

As this thought crossed his mind, the sense of relief in Fu Qian’s heart surged again.

Indeed a sweet Nightmare!

Any positive emotional feedback obtained from actions seemed amplified a thousandfold.

I just killed a fish, yet it gave me the thrill of shattering a star with my punch.

In this state, doing just about anything would give one the sense of accomplishment of having saved all of humanity, right?

However, it’s obvious that one can’t indulge in these emotions; otherwise, it’s feared that a moment of carelessness could lead to losing oneself, which wouldn’t be much better than walking through the door directly.

In silent contemplation, Fu Qian could feel the pleasure and confidence continually building up inside him because of his successful reasoning, and the strong impulse to keep thinking in order to obtain them.

This change was even irreversible.

Fu Qian quickly made a judgment.

If I were to try to suppress this, I would probably end up with even more pleasure due to the success of the suppression.

It’s like entropy increasing in an isolated system.

The only thing I could do was to maintain a balance, letting them progress at the slowest rate possible.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian watched as the door on the distant Lighthouse also changed color.

Great, I believe it won’t be long until there are many roads leading back to the corridor.

…

“Riet, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”

In the falling darkness, Veil looked at her sister with concern and asked,

In her memory, her sister had seemed somewhat absent-minded since a while ago.

She thought being outside, infected by the festive atmosphere of the surrounding crowd, would lighten her mood, but now her sister had stopped walking, staring in one direction.

And as Veil asked, following her sister’s gaze, she spotted a figure sitting on a distant bench.

The most striking feature was the nearly half-meter-long iron cage atop the figure’s head.

The cage seemed heavy at a glance, yet the figure’s posture was completely still, like an ancient rock that stands unchanged amidst the stormy waves.

“What’s the matter, do you recognize that person?”

Although the appearance was a bit weird, it wasn’t extreme in the noisy festival; it shouldn’t have caught her sister’s attention like this.

“No.”

Seemingly awakened by Veil’s words, Riet instinctively shook her head.

Her gaze withdrew from the motionless figure, and she quietly grasped a bell in her palm.

Both sisters were dressed in flamboyant costumes, and Veil didn’t notice her sister’s subtle action. Seeing that she didn’t want to say more, she no longer cared whether she recognized the person or not.

“That’s good, let’s go to the front.”

She nodded and took her sister’s right hand.

Veil knew that her sister’s left hand, though treated, was still somewhat stiff and she didn’t like others touching it.

“Come on, try to enjoy yourself a bit more since we’re out.”

As she pulled Riet along, Veil reached for a small bottle and shook it.

“I have something nice for you!”

…

With a long blare of horns, a cacophony rose to the skies.

The carnival of Dunis finally began on this night.

Almost instantly, the thunderous roars and cheers intermingled, ceaseless, as if they detached from their bearers and formed an independent concept.

This concept was so infectious that everyone, old and young, gentlemen and tomboys, was swept up in it, freely expressing their inner emotions.

And from a certain moment, cries tinged with Transcendent powers joined in, further elevating its essence and turning it into a true tide of noise.

At the same time, the figure on the bench slowly stood up and started walking.

His pace was slow and steady, but it gave off an extremely bizarre feeling, the velocity changing unnaturally between lifting and landing his feet.

Moreover, the route he took was quite odd.

Even in uninhabited areas, he moved as if navigating a maze, constantly changing direction as if evading invisible barriers, and even occasionally stopping for a while.

Luckily, the intoxicated crowd paid no attention to his strangeness.

Except for one.

As Fu Qian turned for the third time, a figure moved, ignoring the massive object rising behind him and heading straight towards him.

“Mr. Lu, I don’t know what troubles you’re facing,”

Maintaining a safe distance, Ariel spoke directly.

“But believe me, the council possesses everything you desire.”

“Even the methods to elevate the Decree Power you wield.”

As a Divine Envoy, he easily sensed the Decree Residue activated within Fu Qian and thus confirmed that this man was indeed the mysterious member of the Rebirth Club.

However, Ariel’s response was met with the clear sound of a bell.

In the subsequent gunfire, he found himself unable to stop the bullets from being triggered.

When the bell sound ceased and Transcendent powers rapidly returned, that silent figure had already charged forward, crushing a talisman.

The sacrilege filled with divinity, seeped into his body through the torn flesh.