Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1346: Chapter 1344: Fallen Guest Empire (3)

Very cooperative indeed.

Although the target isn’t myself, the visitors undoubtedly brought intriguing news.

The prison visit suddenly turned into a jailbreak, Fu Qian wasn’t particularly surprised by this abrupt change.

After all, it’s quite rare not to encounter something unusual at the place where the warehouse tossed him.

What piqued his interest was the technique exhibited by the female visitor named Marianne.

A very special method, just by appearance, it could easily remind someone of the patterns of The Sect or the Bloodline Clan when they take action.

Even the ranking isn’t low.

But at the same time, there’s an essential difference.

On one hand, it’s directly manifested into physical form; even the Spear of Fated Death, one of the top methods of the Bloodline Clan, at its core, is more of a combination of concepts or rules, while this looks like an amalgamation of flora and fauna.

On the other hand, although its presentation includes many curling patterns, there is no notion of “knowledge” behind it.

The beauty and solemnity of law are completely absent.

The scene where Principal Glenn was stabbed to the point of bleeding just now felt like a degradation, like a code of law smeared with filth slapping someone in the face.

Of course, the manipulator herself clearly didn’t think so.

…

“Rest assured, we’re not joking, unlike Principal Glenn, who seriously tested and came to conclusions.”

Seeing the prisoner finally showing a hint of interest, Marianne was satisfied and pointed at Glenn with a bright smile.

It indeed seemed as previously mentioned; they weren’t in a hurry to escape from here.

As the one being pointed at, Glenn’s expression turned for the worse.

Being mocked is one thing, but their exceedingly confident stance suggested they had everything thoroughly planned.

The more it appeared this way, the more one worried about their own fate thereafter.

Of course, what hit hardest was Marianne’s additional two-step approach while speaking.

Glenn’s gaze nearly fixates on those vine-like or insect-like extensions emerging from her.

The tips were even still stained with blood, his own blood.

Is this the thing that wounded him earlier?

Even though the weapon had been withdrawn, Glenn remained rigid, not daring to move an inch.

“What is…this?”

Of course, he struggled to voice the doubt in his heart.

“Aren’t you the expert? Why not try analyzing it again?”

Marianne really answered him, in a completely mocking tone.

Even as she spoke, the blood-stained vine swayed twice.

Principal Glenn’s rationality seemed close to collapsing from these two motions, leaving him gaping.

“And you, Esther, do you know what this is?”

Marianne seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, turning with a softened voice to look at the prisoner still sitting on the ground.

“I don’t know…”

After a long silence, the other party finally spoke, sounding as if she hadn’t talked to anyone in a long time.

“No, but you do know.”

Marianne’s response was assertive, not allowing any argument.

“Think again, the world you saw when you were nine.”

The world at nine…

She remained silent, her breathing seemed to quicken slightly.

…

Another world, huh, things were getting more interesting.

The conversation next door was naturally entirely overheard by Fu Qian.

The methods exhibited by Marianne were one thing; the audience’s reactions seemed slightly exaggerated to him.

Star Law, pollution, Nightmare, the place he just had a midnight snack, was a world filled with many Transcendents.

Let’s not even discuss Esther, Glenn as the head of this madhouse, should have more extensive experience.

Although those ostentatious bloody vines lacked any beauty, they shouldn’t have warranted that ghost-seeing reaction.

Unless this wasn’t that place.

If the current location was akin to a Nightmare setting of the hospital treating Boiling Blood Syndrome, the other world Marianne mentioned referring to The Sect, it would be much easier to explain everything.

If it truly was that situation, the origin of the things on Marianne would indubitably be more intriguing.

Clearly, it’s not the style of The Sect; the Stars Association infiltrating this Nightmare world in reverse?

“I’m not nine years and five months; I’m already thirty-three. I’ve killed many people and imagined the harm they did to me.”

While pondering, Esther in the next room shook her head in disagreement with Marianne’s statement and recounted her life experiences.

“I often look in the mirror, whether it’s my body or the scars on it, they clearly indicate that.”

“Look at me, Marianne.”

Her voice was cold and resolute.

“Do your eyes reflect a nine-year-old girl?”

…

It seems that this isolation treatment does have some effectiveness.

Esther was increasingly articulate and quick in her expression, maintaining a clear stance.

She obviously had a stronger recognition of her current identity.

It’s unknown whether Glenn’s initial insinuation of the little girl inside her mind was a treatment strategy.

But it’s clear the correction of her cognition had some effect.

Of course, it seemed that effort was likely to be in vain.

“I know you may not believe it, but regarding your issue, yes, I do see a nine-year-old girl,”

came Marianne’s unhesitating response the very next moment.

“Being confused, misled, harmed, these are things far beyond what you should bear… but don’t be afraid, we’ve found you.”

“…But I truly know nothing of another world, I’ve always lived in Leytin, never been anywhere else.”

Marianne’s words appeared to affect Esther, though after a short silence, she held to her judgment.

And her persistence also managed to resonate with Fu Qian.

This place was also called Leytin? Things were becoming increasingly surreal.

“Really? In any form?”

Marianne chuckled softly.

“I know people easily forget their dreams, but you really don’t recall even a sliver of the image of your nine-year-old self acting in another world?”

“What are you doing?”

Facing her question, Esther didn’t rush to answer; instead, a frustrated Glenn, unable to hold back, seemed unwilling to see the treatment’s results crumble.

“You’re going to aggravate her symptoms—”

“Explain.”

Unfortunately, Marianne interrupted him instantly, once again flaunting the blood-soaked vine.

…

Clearly, this indisputable scene had enormous impact, as Glenn attempted multiple times but ultimately failed to utter a word.

“I enjoy this expression, no matter how many times I see it.”

Reflecting on this, Marianne commented whilst laughing freely.

“It symbolizes everything, and no disguise can replicate it.”

“This is also the reason I hoped you’d accompany us here, thank you for cooperating.”

She sincerely expressed thanks, then turned back to Esther the next moment.

“Have you seen it? This expression.”

“So, have you recalled?”