Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 815: Chapter 813 Compensation and Rewards Chapter 815: Chapter 813 Compensation and Rewards Is this such an enlightened “Mom”?

It sounded like the Red Moon wasn’t angry at her own “rebellion,” in fact, she seemed quite pleased.

Fu Qian thought to himself as he faced Red Moon’s proactive greeting.

But it was understandable.

No matter how one looked at it, Red Moon was the biggest beneficiary of this incident, truly a case of ‘the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.’

This entity was most likely not observing him just to lead a child astray; “leading down the wrong path” was merely a means to achieve her goal.

Fu Qian had a vivid memory of the first time he faced Red Moon.

Those scars and ravines, the feeling of being forcibly twisted.

He might not have been able to conclude before, but the scene just now where his arm’s tentacles were forced to retract had once again confirmed one of his speculations.

It was an incomprehensible curse, one not even the Divine Beings could fight against, forcefully making Her become the “Moon.”

This was very likely the predicament that Red Moon was facing.

And the final experience of Yasui Tokiyuki was like Red Moon transmitting that curse to him through deep pollution.

In Fu Qian’s judgment, the reason he was targeted by Red Moon had to do with his “containment” behavior.

Simply put, because of the warehouse.

As one could infer, the existence of the warehouse wasn’t absolutely secret; ancient deities like Red Moon probably knew about it with a good chance.

Therefore, Red Moon’s reasons for seeking him out had a good possibility of being to free herself from her entrapments, and to achieve that goal, She might need him to go further, regardless of potential risks.

To Her, any progress was beneficial, how to progress might not be that important.

At this moment, Red Moon, now receded, had once again risen, no longer as oppressive as before.

However, Fu Qian clearly knew, this was just an appearance, because the transformed Yasui Tokiyuki had established an unprecedented stable connection with this place.

This was now Her Half-step Moon.

Then, in the darkness, the disappeared Azure Planet reappeared, creating a magnificent scene with Red and Blue side by side.

Where is my Mercy? How come the big revolver has disappeared?

Only used a few times, and this thing decided to idle and make a run for it?

Of course, the working environment has gone down a notch, with neither Divine Envoys nor New Gods around.

While admiring the scenery, Fu Qian hadn’t forgotten to search for his lost equipment.

Unfortunately, not only was there no trace of any modern industrial products at first glance, but even the ground not far ahead was slowly bulging.

…

Leftovers?

This familiar scene made Fu Qian frown slightly.

This was the classic appearance of Yasui Tokiyuki’s group of monsters.

The problem was, wasn’t this way too small?

Fu Qian’s gaze sharpened as he saw the bulging growth was even obstructed by a rock, which took some effort to push away.

Were there really a nest of them?

As the bulge swiftly cracked open, what was underneath finally appeared.

At first glance, these were grotesquely shaped small Skeletons with disproportionally large heads, clustering together in various forms.

And amongst them, one was notably holding a silver pistol.

Did Red Moon help him find it? Sending these little ones as Messengers to deliver it?

After devouring Yasui Tokiyuki, She seemed to have obtained some sort of authority, becoming more flexible than before.

Fu Qian stepped forward, reaching out to receive Mercy.

“Mom has always been watching over you…”

In the sound of the Red Moon, the little messenger was also dancing joyously, seemingly very pleased with Fu Qian’s acceptance.

At almost the same time, another one crowded to the front, raising two hands high, inside which was a shiny ring.

It clearly wasn’t the Delusory Steps Ring. Upon the delicate and slender ring was a teardrop-shaped gemstone, dark red like blood.

Was this considered an extra reward?

Fu Qian didn’t stand on ceremony either.

[Affection Ring]

The moment he held it in his hand, the ring’s name appeared in his consciousness, accompanied by clear enlightenment related to its effects.

[Blood Conquest: Use blood as fuel to traverse another dimension and leap through space.]

[Oath of Returning Home: Position oneself at Half-step Moon, and throughout the long journey, home is always there.]

Was this really making up for the Delusory Steps Ring?

Confronted with the information in his consciousness, Fu Qian lamented while activating the Blood Conquest effect.

Everything turned illusory; he could feel himself detaching from the world before his eyes, while the vigorous blood mist emanating from his body illuminated another overlaid dimension.

With a light leap, Fu Qian had already traveled a distance within the blood-red space, and at the same time, it felt like some of his warmth had been taken away.

The ambush effect might not be as good as the Delusory Steps Ring, but it had its own characteristics. During the action, time in the external world progressed normally, while he remained in a state that was difficult to observe. Under certain circumstances, this could be quite effective.

It all seemed like the Red Moon, using its own authority, was compensating for the Delusory Steps Ring.

Even the price was well-suited to his profession—so long as he didn’t fall asleep in this dimension, he could handle it easily.

As for the second effect, did it mean that he could come back here anytime? Was there something he needed, like his “Mom’s” protection?

It seemed a bit redundant compared to the warehouse effect. Consider it later.

All in all, not bad.

Canceling the Blood Conquest, Fu Qian was satisfied with the result.

However, the messengers that had emerged from the ground continued to rapidly crawl over after sensing his presence.

Was there more?

Fu Qian looked at the new item presented by the three messengers working together, and couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration.

Despite their solemnity, it looked just like a thread.

Curvy and bright red in color.

Almost as soon as Fu Qian reached out, the thread climbed up to his wrist and then vanished inch by inch.

Was it really a skill?

The next moment, Fu Qian closed his eyes, feeling the addition in his will.

[Thread of Concern: Within a certain range, a thin string is concentrated on a target and pulled in front of you; even if the other party breaks free, this invisible thread will help you locate them immediately.]

[Coming from a mother’s concern, even Divine Beings cannot sever it.]

This… seemed to be a divine skill for murder and theft, quite fitting for the type of missions he loved most.

After a brief contemplation, Fu Qian flicked the air in front of him.

The next moment, a blood-stained finger danced in the moonlight.

As his consciousness moved, an imperceptible yet incredibly resilient bloodline pierced through the air, dragging the finger right back to him.

A divine skill for pursuit, though the name was a bit of a contrast.

After the rather unserious test, Fu Qian rubbed it twice and reattached the finger.

“Go back… Child… Do not indulge in lies…”

The messengers, having completed their tasks, were hopping with joy, shrinking back into the ground, while the admonition from the Red Moon came once again.

As the scene shifted, the next moment Fu Qian found himself standing in front of a familiar door, less than a step away.

So it was really Half-step Moon.

Amidst his musings, Su Gao, who was sitting there, sensed something and looked up.