Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1760: Chapter 1755: Morning Radiance

Yet another enemy has emerged to challenge our imagination.

With a high-ranking status, its authority impacts the mental realm, and under special conditions, it can directly banish one’s Second Phase self.

Under even more unique circumstances, it can flawlessly recreate ancient, superior powers.

Even with just the known facts, getting dragged into its domain would be more than just troublesome.

Indeed, talents emerge in every generation, I wonder if the Night Watchman has any concept of this.

I feel they might not be one of their own contestants.

Judging from the description, if something goes wrong with Akons, the consequences would be far more severe than those in Xi Yuan.

But without a doubt, they certainly have a concept of that barrier, given that they have left their alert devices behind it.

Later on, we can see if there’s an opportunity to use their power to find someone.

[Today’s tasks are complete; you may leave the warehouse. Weekly progress 1/4]

Of course, that’s for later. Seems like it’s time to go back for breakfast now... maybe a twisted bread?

Lost in thought, Fu Qian casually placed the umbilical cord on the table, took one last glance at his ever-growing collection, and activated the mark on his hand.

...

”Are you... rushing for a matchmaking event, sir?”

The sun rose higher, brightening the street-side window display with clarity.

However, as it’s still a weekday morning and quite early, the area isn’t bustling with people yet.

A young, impeccably dressed receptionist in a crimson uniform repeatedly sneaked peeks at this young gentleman as she packed his order per Fu Qian’s request.

Considering his kind demeanor, she couldn’t help but exclaim.

She couldn’t help but notice him, not only because of his striking appearance but also because she had seen him buy bread across the street earlier, finish it gracefully on the way over, then clean up before entering the shop.

Even though he seemed to be in a rush, his actions were full of leisure; the contrast was striking.

As she contemplated whether she could chat a bit to make the morning more interesting, he actually stepped in and, after stating his size, selected five outfits, asking for two of each.

All within less than two minutes.

To get such a deal early in the morning felt like winning the lottery.

Even without worrying about his ability to pay, this situation was indeed rare in her experience.

Curious, she finally took a small risk to ask a bit more.

”Work-related needs.”

Fortunately, he didn’t show any displeasure, merely shaking his head slightly, denying her assumption with a concise response.

Though the answer...

Professional conduct kept her expression neutral, but her hands packing just slightly stiffened.

”So that’s how it is... Must be a large company then, being so formally dressed.”

Yet stopping there seemed awkward, so she continued the chat with some awkward small talk.

”The company is small; it’s just to showcase my Lincheng style.”

Sadly, she was evidently wrong again.

”Working out of town? No wonder you need such a bulk purchase... Thank you for the favor.”

Facing such a civic-minded person with a strong sense of community pride, even well-traveled, the receptionist found herself at a loss for words.

Especially after he paid, filled out the address, then returned to the other side to order the same bread and a drink, continuing his breakfast.

...

Indeed, morning sets the pace for the day, what a feeling to have completed a day’s work so early.

Mr. Fu pulled apart the bread he tried earlier and found to be delicious, indulging in his breakfast after being busy for two consecutive days and nights.

The main purpose was to replenish his rapidly depleting wardrobe, but coincidentally, he found previously imagined food along the way.

Feeling it had a certain resonance at first glance, Fu Qian, satisfied with his ability to relate, decided to try it.

This shop isn’t large; it only has three small round tables.

But due to timing, most patrons grab and go, rarely utilizing them, making Fu Qian’s approach even more conspicuous.

Fu Qian naturally wouldn’t mind this; he merely felt the bustling atmosphere and his own incongruity.

Returning abruptly from a place like Akons, the contrast was indeed stark, though he ultimately found the food here much more delightful—

”Good morning, consultant.”𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

A friendly and familiar greeting rang out, but it wasn’t from a new customer entering.

As earlier stated, his few acquaintances all had their own affairs, making a chance meeting unlikely.

The voice came from a remote call within his consciousness; Cecilia Gatesby, still in nightwear, stretched lazily as she sat up.

...

Since he helped with ”turning back time,” she seemed to have formed a habit.

Fu Qian didn’t consider it merely coincidental that whenever he occasionally returned for breakfast, he just happened to receive greetings from his employer.

She likely greeted like this every time she woke.

”Morning.”

Despite the timing being far from morning on her end, mindful of her gesture to accommodate his schedule, he didn’t bother about it.

Moreover, since his treatment, Lady Cecilia seems increasingly relaxed, even taking the highly risky and emotionally charged act of sleeping until dusk.

Including the nightgown she wore, while the style remained conservative, it was now thinner and more comfortable.

”... it’s rare, turns out gifting really works.”

Surprised at getting a response, Cecilia paused slightly but quickly beamed with joy.

”This was where my mother lived; looks nice, doesn’t it?”

The next moment she directly jumped off the bed, ran lightly to pull the curtains open.

Majestic mountains, visible with snow-capped peaks.

Though the fiery sunset had faded somewhat, Fu Qian felt that visibility wasn’t an issue.

”Indeed, beautiful.”

The so-called effective gift was clearly referring to the crown earlier, and Fu Qian obviously wouldn’t mind such humor-induced slander.

”The place is small, but each year I take time to come by, only wish there were gifts to offer...”

Sighing, Lady Cecilia leaned again on the window, seemingly sinking into memories for a moment.

But she promptly realized something, jumping over to point at the other side.

”How about this? My mother always enjoyed this type of handicraft, even taught me making them, though I lack the patience.”

”If you like, I’ll give you a chance to win it.”

Handicraft, indeed?

Examining the small green and white patterned rug, Fu Qian imagined draping it over himself and gave a confirming reply once more.

”Alright.”