Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1466: Chapter 1464: The Core of Artificial Existence (34)

The thunderous clamor echoed, amidst a brilliant send-off, Master Grimshaw, who helped quell a disaster, was no longer visible.

Meanwhile, as he quickly fled, Fu Qian did not forget to observe the newly arrived demigod reinforcements.

Their state wasn’t too good, as he could feel some sort of non-physical level of damage.

But evidently, in their judgment, it wouldn’t excessively affect combat power.

Not resting at all, this eager encirclement stood as proof.

Unfortunately, the brief collaboration had ended, the Night Watchman completed what they had to do, and now it was his turn.

Mr. Lek was almost certainly going to die. If previous assumptions were true, that mysterious creature, as the mission target, had an almost invincible refuge—projected onto Mr. Lek.

Though it is still uncertain why ”contamination” and ”complete annihilation” of it couldn’t be compatible, that situation certainly seemed unsolvable.

Throughout the mission, what he did was actually quite simple.

He dragged the Night Watchman into the fray, using them to locate and isolate the dangerous target, Lek, while continuously investigating and deducing, confirming the necessity of execution through various feedbacks, and eventually inducing the Night Watchman to take action.

It must be said that the Night Watchman’s expertise was indeed present, guiding them wasn’t difficult.

The ultimate result was that without contact throughout, Mr. Lek, who never knew why, was led to a tragic demise.

Now, theoretically, everything in Los that could threaten him had been cleared.

There were even additional gains, like the reputation of the Frost Demigod.

Unlike other disguises, when it comes to recognizing high-tier transcendent beings, the type of power is far more reliable than appearance or name.

Utilizing the effects of Frostburn, what he showcased vastly differed from his usual flesh power.

For confident Night Watchers, even if he grabbed their collars and confessed his identity, he estimated they might not immediately believe it.

As for the next step, pondering where to find that mysterious entity, a creature without a physical form, capable of traversing freely through dreams, Fu Qian had already thought of it.

His figure appeared, inhaling the refreshing scent of mustiness, Fu Qian looked at the dark wooden door before him and knocked.

”Please come in.”

With a slightly old response, Fu Qian directly pushed open the door and entered.

...

”You are... huh?”

The old man in the office, visibly stunned for an instant as he looked up, seemingly recalling something right after.

”I’ve come to thank you for guiding me before.”

With a smile, Fu Qian walked forward, seated across from the old man, casually explaining.

Indeed, he was back at the hospital where Lek had once worked.

The two medical experts, the old lady had already been taken away by the Night Watchman, but the other one was still here.

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t counting on bumping into him sleepwalking, the target he sought certainly wouldn’t be waiting here.

But that’s alright, there’s a saying, having an elder at home is like having treasure; the ample experience of the gentleman before him was sufficient.

Like his sixty-ninth birthday he had already passed.

”A small favor...”

The reason was quirky, but Fu Qian’s manner was exceptionally natural, as the old man took off his glasses and placed them aside, he instinctively responded politely.

Yet with this action, suddenly transforming sight showed that behind the desk was already empty.

This...

With an inherently eerie visit, paired with this bizarre scene, it was undeniably quite startling.

Unable to resist, the old man got up and went to open the door, amazed to find the corridor outside equally empty, without a trace of the visitor who had asked for directions.

Meanwhile, he secretly felt an impulse rising in him, which was not wanting to return to his seat, but rather to wander around.

Without much hesitation, he indeed stepped out.

As he stepped with unusual briskness, reaching the end of the corridor, he found before him not the stairs he remembered, but a peculiar large iron-black door.

This peculiarity didn’t raise alarm, the old man didn’t even contemplate whether he could push it open, directly stepped forward with effort.

Not too intense, but a burst of golden brilliance suddenly shone through.

Outside the door was a white stone square, not very large, with various unfamiliar buildings visible all around, unlike the hospital in his memory.

On the square were few strolling people, in twos and threes, both men and women.

The only commonality was that they were all of old age.

Feeling somewhat void of consciousness, hence not pondering the reason behind this commonality, without hesitation, the old man immersed himself in the twilight glow.

...

There aren’t many old people sleeping at this hour.

Meanwhile, employing his control over dreams, stealthily advancing, Fu Qian also sighed deeply.

Indeed, the old man was dragged into dreams, even his own dream.

Indeed, the one driving him to exercise his limbs was precisely the dream rules Fu Qian tailored for him.

As the core of the dream, before walking enough steps, the old man wouldn’t awaken easily.

As to why, despite being contaminated, the gentleman could not only stably enter dreams but even be designated as core?

Simple, SAN Points minus 10.

Just earlier, Fu Qian activated the Pseudo-Divine Being transformation.

Regarding why contaminated people couldn’t enter dreams, Fu Qian had constantly mulled over the cause.

In his view, the greatest likelihood was that all contaminated individuals, as abstract concepts of the ”whole”, shared a singularly exaggerated ranking.

The upgraded Clear Dream Ring could already relatively easily trap demigods within, but if the target’s ranking continued to rise, it would logically become tougher.

In response to this conjecture, Fu Qian opted for violent enhancement of his ranking as the Master of the Dream Realm, to see if it aided improving this factor, forcefully locking contaminated ones as the dream’s core.

Willing to exert effort for this because of an idea long considered for finding suspected hidden Source of Evil Plague within dreams—since contaminated ones share ranking, is it possible their dreams are also connected?

After all, according to Lek’s notion, they were all merely part of ”me”.

If the hypothesis proved correct, then that mysterious entity might randomly hide in anyone’s dream, but every contaminated one he approached would be a pathway to its lair.

Facts proved that with the forcibly elevated ranking, Fu Qian through violent suppression finally made the contaminated gentleman comply.

By locking him as the dream core and arranging tasks for him to wander around, Fu Qian decisively discovered that besides the section he constructed, the dream’s edges had additional content, along with more elderly people.

Could it be that the mysterious entity only resides in contaminated individuals’ dreams over the age of fifty-nine?