Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1419: Chapter 1417: Return of the Old Days

The fact is, a quick-witted teammate is incredibly important.

When faced with an order that was completely reversed, Miss Wen didn’t even blink and praised, “Great memory,” sincerely and passionately.

This somewhat exaggerated emphasis undoubtedly conveyed that the signal was received.

The question that followed was, what was the significance of Wen Li’s counteroperation?

It was an attempt to identify true potential followers of the Evil God.

Recently, due to the blow from the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, Jiang En, who was utterly “disheartened,” was different in that he was an Oath Taker.

And a particularly unique kind of oath.

Sharing the power of the Death God, the Greedy Worms connected in a string could share his perception through some incredible means.

This meant that when the Abandonment King’s emblem and revered name appeared before him, there was a significant chance it could also be observed by double-digit Middle Tier followers.

Most intriguingly, from communicating with Ah Wei, it was clear this group of recently-battered Oath Takers didn’t even know who their oath was sworn to.

Regarding the name of the Death God, only two people knew, one was here, and the other had long escaped to the Unseen Hillock.

In such a scenario, when an old, noble, unseen Divine Being’s emblem appeared in front of them, especially in such a peculiar way—under Wen Li’s operation, it was hard for Tyler to keep the fact that it originated from a dream prompt a secret.

In the end, under such circumstances, would these self-proclaimed “lucky ones,” originally considered chosen ones, believe it to be a gift from the god they served, helping them gain redemption?

And thus try every means to make contact.

What they are trapped by, what they desire, what they fear.

To become a qualified Evil God, the key essence is to cater to their preferences and grant what is needed.

Of course, crucially, it’s all just an illusion; otherwise, it turns into a real God.

In summary, Fu Qian was not entirely sure about the outcome of the attempt but thought it was worth trying.

Their piety and numbers were top-notch choices.

At least it was more reliable than tormenting Brother Tyler physically and mentally.

Evidently, this was indeed the case.

…

As for why, in the end, it was so certain to escape, even with the exact timing down to a countdown?

Quite simply—there really was a countdown.

And so, credit must be given to the warehouse.

Although it didn’t give particularly detailed guidance outside of a task objective, the auxiliary markers provided were very meaningful.

When finally being dragged into the divine dream, chatting with Su Gao, besides the illusory eyes above her head, there was another peculiar marker that suddenly appeared at the corner of her vision.

Just like the countdown seen initially in the Full Moon Garden.

The opposite was her clear sense of some call piercing through layers of veils.

Not a human voice, but some concept directly reaching the essence.

As the call gradually intensified, the markers in the visual field became brighter as if being energized until a rapidly jumping countdown appeared at the end.

The warehouse had evidently accumulated some kind of energy to help her escape, visualized as a progress bar.

This seemingly subtle operation was quite a valuable reference for this Evil God, who wasn’t very experienced in breakouts.

This is why Su Gao was only casually chatted with and then sent back to rest directly afterward.

The effects of the arrangement were so good that, in that situation, all she needed to do was observe the momentum growth; if there were no issues, just wait for the countdown.

Any actions that violated Alarakir’s taboos and could provoke an extreme response didn’t hold much significance.

The seemingly excessive behavior was merely dancing on the edge of its red line repetitively.

Though theoretically, doing some befuddling actions would indeed be better.

But Su Gao’s physique was too special; it was unnecessary to leave any potential hidden dangers for something innocuous.

The only puzzlement at that moment was why the countdown was jumping too quickly.

But, with Su Gao’s later reminder about the inconsistency of time flow, everything made much more sense.

If Alarakir released her any slower, the countdown would have been redundant.

Though it must be noted, the final countdown that was displayed actually involved a bit of deception.

In general, in terms of self-cultivation as an Evil God, Alarakir still falls far behind.

As she sighed, Fu Qian gently placed the rattle bell on the table in front of her.

Through the window behind the table, the rising sun spread the morning light across the entire bedroom on the second floor of the bookstore.

Upon successfully breaking out, surprisingly, it instantly returned here; whether it’s due to the inertia of the warehouse or that the Extreme Hunger Infection originated here is hard to say.

[Mission Evaluation: Return of the Bygone Days]

At this moment, a new prompt also sounded timely.

[As the exiled prison of numerous Superior Beings, the Nightmare Corridor stands in defiance of all their attempts to revisit the world.

Their names, their bodies, cannot penetrate this layer of taboo by any means.

This is a path of no return in a true sense, yet the prisoners haven’t even realized it.

And you, who once utilized this path, will undoubtedly be vexed by it as well.

Fortunately, you have keenly clung to yourself, ultimately reversing through countless obstacles.

The Ancient Calamity Master returns to the world on this day.]

[Special Reward: Wriggling Seed]

[Introduction: Infuse pure corrosive power into the target wound, planting the Wriggling Seed.

After a relatively long latent period, the Wriggling Seed will cocoon bust in a random form and attack the host as the first target.

Until then, as long as it’s within a certain range, the Wriggling Seed can be an object of the Extreme Hunger Infection.]

[Note: The highest level of corrosive power is always life.]

There’s even a reward. Even in such a situation, it doesn’t forget to fleece some wool?

As the mission evaluation concluded, faced with unexpected gains, Fu Qian silently complimented the diligence of the warehouse.

However, this effect… it seems my name as an Evil God is becoming more fitting.

The most interesting part of this is being able to provide a coordinate for the Extreme Hunger Infection.

Exploiting this, in some situations, can obviously enhance the flexibility of actions significantly.

Though the visual effects might be a bit brutal.

Aside from that… not collaborating with Alarakir proves to be wise.

Judging from the content of the mission evaluation, the higher existences in the corridor seem pretty much sentenced to extreme punishment.

Choosing to help It escapes on a free ride might mean never getting out this lifetime—Brother Interlocutor!

Recalling the hastily gathered old friend of this time, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel sentimental.

“Mr. Fu…”

And just as she sighed, a series of somewhat familiar yet slightly urgent footsteps stopped behind her.

Turning to look back, she found Wen Li, looking elated, peeking from the staircase entrance, almost like a reenactment of the first dream.

“…Welcome back.”

(End of Volume Six: Moon Worm)