Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1850: Chapter 1845: 2-001

This road is impassable, even if someone is leading the way.

The scene that just unfolded was indeed very easy to comprehend.

That door undoubtedly represents Su Gao’s control over the Dream.

He has quite a talent in this area, achieving this in a short span of time while taking a leisurely walk.

As for pushing the door open and stepping outside, the scene becomes even more intriguing.

Just like last time, the range of the Clear Dream Ring Fu Qian selected is still limited to the laboratory.

After instructing Su Gao, during the entire process, he minimized his own will to avoid interference.

What scene unfolds when the door opens under such circumstances is indeed what people are most eager to see.

The most uninteresting possibility would be a natural extension of the Dream scope, walking directly through the illusory door to enjoy the Academy’s scenery.

Something better would be reaching the edge of the Dream as perceived before, cloaked in mist, then attempting to delve deeper searching for traces of a Mental World similar to intelligent creatures.

However, Su Gao always surprises, and that suffocating blackness was certainly not more oppressive mist.

Being the master of dreams, Fu Qian was quite certain of this.

In fact, at that moment, Fu Qian felt that the entire Dream slightly exceeded control.

Specifically, the boundary vanished.

Indeed, not only can it ripple like substantial water, but that Darkness seems to stretch indefinitely, expanding outward like the deep sea.

Compared to that vastness, the place where he stood couldn’t even be considered an isolated island, resembling a sunken ship at an unfathomable depth.

And with that step forward, Su Gao, like a fish freed from shackles, returned freely to it—while his own wreck was cast aside.

...

It was indeed an extreme degree of differential treatment, infuriating.

Though little was sensed, not nearly enough to confirm it was the Mental World he previously attempted to traverse.

The subsequent decisive repulsion, however, somewhat verified this notion.

Clearly not welcoming an outsider like him.

Meanwhile, though it was supposed to be far deeper than the inner world of ordinary minds, that Bone Burial Ground of ancient gods saw minimal resistance when he wandered after the Red Moon opened the door.

Is the Red Moon really that potent, or is there another unknown reason?

It truly sets the mind wandering.

As for why the Darkness suddenly disappeared, revealing the Academy’s bright sunny day, considering Su Gao’s current state, it is already quite clear.

She didn’t wake up immediately; at that moment, the dream directly split into two.

Unwelcoming to him, while Su Gao encountered that Darkness, to avoid tarnishing that place, they chose to go their separate ways.

In the Dream realm Su Gao governed, he was no longer present.

And the place he was in turned back into the tedious theme park.

This isn’t entirely a bad thing, at least Su Gao seems to be sleeping soundly, right?

After a busy night, this surely seems like a good morning.

Regarding more tests that could theoretically be done, such as handing the umbilical cord to Su Gao and observing any special reaction upon entering the Darkness in that context.

It is indeed an idea, but as mentioned before, Su Gao’s constitution is particularly unique, ensuring the absence of danger before letting her hold such contaminated objects is necessary.

For now, perhaps let her sleep a while longer.

Shaking his head, Fu Qian finished his cup of tea and casually removed his mask.

...

[Warning, Leakage Accident]

On the ark, unaware of the passage of time, it has unconsciously been two days since visiting the warehouse.

As darkness reappeared, Fu Qian’s gaze immediately fell on the nondescript paper cup before him.

Even having accepted this setting, seeing it again inevitably evokes feelings of how unceremonious it is.

Among these sentiments, the warehouse’s prompt responsibly arrived as always.

Of course, the alert sounded once when retrieving the crown just before, though he ignored it.

[Name: Virgin, Code 2-001]

[Today’s task content has been updated, enter the 2-001 containment scenario and complete the re-containment]

Oh?

A task starting with 2, quite a welcome sight, though this code is somewhat special.

The next moment, Fu Qian found himself subtly intrigued.

Forever, the numbering for articles awaiting containment induced only rough judgment of difficulty from the numbers ahead, with no particular focus, seemingly holding no special meaning.

Nonetheless, 001 indeed triggers some extra anticipation.

Though the illusory projection in the warehouse remains fairly abstract.

Fine strands intertwining, seemingly truly carrying women’s graceful curves.

Yet upon close observation, it resembles facing an extremely abstract artwork, defying extraction of truly human markers in its contours.

Aside from this, the cold brilliance refracted from the surface genuinely seems to convey a chill at first glance.

[Would you like to consume 1 SAN Point to start?]

[Yes]

In critique, Fu Qian effortlessly confirmed aloud.

[Entering 2-001 containment scenario]

[Current SAN Points 125, Current Inspiration 99]

[Select the skills and items you wish to bring]

Still adhering to a friendly style, no extra restrictions imposed, Fu Qian adeptly confirmed the selection, marking the official start of the task.

[...8%...13%...21%...34%...55%...89%...100%, containment scenario loading complete]

[This is an island distant from the mainland, one of the pivotal points of the Siren Group’s oceanic control.

No matter the vantage point or direction, solitude is all that meets the eyes and mind.

Even occasionally rising giant ships from the black waters only intensify such sentiments.

However, some residing permanently on this island need not worry about witnessing these.

Because besides serving as a transshipment and resupply base, this is also a prison of despair.

Even if conflicts of interest between groups rarely reach the extinction level, the Sirens are still keen to transport captives here and confine them to deeper underwater depths.

Deprived even of the privilege to feel lonely, the sense of self erodes with time.

It is said that the captives, fortunate enough to be redeemed, grow a deeper sense of benevolence towards Extraordinary Creatures as a result.

Amid the long, indescribable torment, only the occasional mermaid’s song helps them somewhat retain their sense of self]