Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2253: Chapter 2248: Prisoner’s Trap

”What do you mean?”

The Interlocutor’s face stiffened again at that moment, as if waking from a nightmare only to find he was still in a nightmare, leaving him utterly dazed.

”Think more.”

And Fu Qian did not disappoint his expectations, truly repeating the familiar lines.

”Haven’t I already told you that I am myself, or is it simply unbearable for you not to mock my situation?”

Even someone as good-tempered as the Interlocutor almost exploded at that moment, directly pointing at Fu Qian’s sinister intentions.

”Think more... I know you are you, but do you accept that ’Clown’ is you, even if it’s under the excuse of pretending to be foolish?”

Unfortunately, this momentum did not affect Fu Qian in the slightest; facing the other, his voice was like the whisper of a Demon.

”Don’t rush to conclusions, experience the process of arriving at an answer... how do you define the Clown, how do you define the Interlocutor, how do you define yourself?”

...

The problem with ”thinking more” has always stemmed from not thinking enough.

Just like what was mentioned earlier, Fu Qian does not believe that the person in front is someone else, not because he is too dull to think of such a possibility, but because he first thought of numerous possibilities and then continued to make judgements based on the outcomes.

And at this moment, although his intentions are indeed of malicious guidance, apart from two extreme situations, this is indeed the most reasonable explanation in Fu Qian’s judgement.

Indeed, what he was worried about first was the mental state of the person involved.

The situation is chaotic, and even the five prisoners themselves are ”unable to tell,” so judging the Interlocutor bears no good.

But adding the principle of not creating entities unnecessarily, is it possible that the Interlocutor has not created a replica, but simply has had a mental breakdown?

Early on, when the other greeted him with a face full of enthusiasm, Fu Qian had already worried about his old friend’s problem in this regard.

The explanations that came later might seem reasonable, but to Fu Qian, they were still lacking.

The reason is simple; there is a term called psychological shadow.

If the person in front is really the Interlocutor, then in Fu Qian’s view, after so much interaction, it is certain that there is no fondness for him, but he should not think such a method would be effective.

The decision and actions made should be supported more by a soul not completely tortured by him.

Of course, to some extent, this has a hint of excessive narcissism, far from enough to support making a conclusive judgment.

Therefore, from then until now, what Fu Qian has been doing is pulling tests.

The real back-and-forth jumping, so that after the Interlocutor made a shining appearance, at the thinking level, he was forced to endure extreme reverse stress.

And at this moment, it seems like mental fatigue has already manifested, certain hidden wounds that he himself might not be aware of are being swiftly torn out.

Indeed, practice is the only standard to test truth.

Looking at that stiff expression that hasn’t softened even till now, Fu Qian seemingly can feel the sin swiftly accumulating on himself.

It seems like the previous judgement appears to be confirmed as not thinking too much.

The Interlocutor’s enthusiastic welcome to him, possibly the decision-making process indeed differs from ordinary people—

”Heh... haha...”

As if to respond to Fu Qian’s words, the next moment, that stiff body produced a stuttering, unusual laugh.

”Ah—”

Under Fu Qian’s gaze, without even waiting to offer comfort, a heart-wrenching howl continued to emerge from the Interlocutor’s mouth.

...

The cry was so tragic that the emotions within became visibly apparent.

Specifically, the deep sound waves emerging from the throat fluttered across the wheat field, leaving ripples on the surrounding buildings.

These ripples were not purely curved; between the bulges and indentations, they were akin to dancing mosaics—similar scenes have been seen before.

Fu Qian vaguely remembers when he first met Brother Interlocutor; he demonstrated his power of Divine Corrosion.

As an impressive skill that the other is proud of and indeed leaves a lasting impression, he did not expect to see it again so soon.

Moreover, it was an enhanced version.

At a glance, different from when he first saw it, clearly having only one source from the Interlocutor, yet giving an excessively exaggerated sense of chaos, as if more than one person was lamenting together—why wouldn’t it be?

Though only two ”Interlocutors” were seen earlier, there are five prisoners.

If the erosion of each prisoner manifests as a special subject awareness, then naturally, there should be five ”Interlocutors.”

And under his recent prompt, whether willing or not, the person involuntarily conducted this self-examination process.

As a result, the final manifestation of such chaotic struggle is reasonable to Fu Qian.

The place where five Superior Beings’ Chaos is hard to distinguish, plus the will containing five mutually denying selves... such chaos got a significant display through the method seen here.

Of course, Fu Qian is not interested in being a sadist, particularly wanting to watch his old friend’s mental breakdown.

From beginning to end, the core of doing such malicious guidance has always been on those five.

It was almost proven that the prisoners are still detained here.

However, with hatred toward him so high, yet his arrival received no welcome at all.

Although the reason seems placed right there, such unique entanglement has trapped them in painful struggle, unable to seek vengeance from him—really?

Seems reasonable, but Fu Qian, who usually has great confidence in the Superior Beings and greater confidence in their style of taking advantage constantly, is not so quick to accept such a reason.

Because with zero perception, not able to see the Dark Moon, he cannot determine whether the distant dimension Witch spoke of is this place.

But if truly not mistaken, would the sudden manifestation between the two moons also get detected by the hosts here?

In Fu Qian’s view, the possibility isn’t small.

And if assuming such a scenario truly exists, what would the trapped hosts be inclined to do?

Due to imagining this issue, the quieter the scene encountered after arrival, the more cautious Fu Qian becomes.

The specific expression is not rushing to call Witch in, instead leisurely catching up with the Interlocutor here.

Whether the latter’s actions, as a highly probable multi-slave, are subjectively malicious is actually not important, as what shines through is the consensus after ”their” game.

And as facts prove, the surrounding mutations amidst wails have not stopped at this point.

After the insane whirl of ”Divine Corrosion” swept through, it displayed astonishing destructive power.

The dancing mosaics evidently continued to further fragment, then fragment again... ultimately turning into fog thick enough to nearly block the sight.

In an instant, the originally desolate corridor has seemingly turned into the embodiment of a nightmare, restoring to an eerier state than it appeared.

And the Interlocutor who triggered all of this, the cries have rapidly dissipated, as his body also dissipated, silently merging into the dense fog.