Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2342: Chapter 2337: Checklist (24)

Brilliant Tyrant.

Of course, it wasn’t because he mistakenly drank a product from the Nuclear Cola Company; it was at that moment that Fu Qian activated the aura.

And although after the Mechanical Ascension, the control of the aura’s power, like the ranking, had become increasingly precise.

But this costume-like thing is still too tight, unable to withstand even a slight deformation.

Compared to directly acquiring an inhuman physique when it was first activated, Fu Qian’s current build is still within the reach of humanity.

But even so, it remains quite conspicuous, causing Mr. Cardon, who was lying there, to seem to be disturbed.

He still breathed faintly, but that breath stalled halfway.

Not asleep; Mr. Cardon was sensing himself in a special way.

Easily drew a conclusion: Fu Qian, transformed into the Brilliant Tyrant, had not made any further special moves, but rather took another sip of industrial-style fruit juice.

It seemed as if Mr. Cardon’s last wish wasn’t so easy to achieve.

Of course, it seemed like he wasn’t willing to give up easily either, soon calm breathing fluctuations followed, continuing to try to pass peacefully.

Even while facing the noise from the side.

The driver he hired for a hefty sum not only didn’t help with the euthanasia but didn’t cease the reverse interference either.

Although Fu Qian deliberately controlled the force, and the surroundings weren’t the illusion of a dream, no obvious distortion was seen for a time.

But for a Transcendent, particularly a member of the Psychic Series, having such a turbulent source sitting beside him, it’s evidently not easy to ignore.

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Seemingly aware of his role.

Fu Qian certainly wasn’t acting out of some perverse pleasure, throwing the table with ”If it can’t be done, then don’t do it.”

The seemingly unfriendly actions were precisely due to dedication.

The thought process had always been coherent; to figure out what Mr. Cardon actually wanted to do, and the role he played in this matter, was undoubtedly a very good entry point.

Previously analyzed, until now these actions appeared as though he didn’t need Fu Qian’s involvement at all.

Then the extra effort Mr. Cardon put in must have a crucial reason.

Anyone who has experienced insomnia knows that the first thing in trying to sleep is to shut off perception, no longer paying attention to surrounding noises.

From the old man’s recent demeanor, he seemed to always keep his attention on himself.

Why?

From this anomaly, a sense of existence seems to be vaguely felt.

And Fu Qian naturally continued to inquire.

A person wanting to sleep, continually focusing on a certain reality world object, apart from deriving difficult sleep outcomes, does it have any positive effects—yes, confirming if one’s asleep.

Indeed, the old man specifically hired him to come, seemingly not to find a witness, watching his death.

Instead, he’s watching himself in reverse during the death process, acting as a key criterion for entering dreams, a psychological anchor.

Everything seems to come together.

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Before his eyes, is it reality or illusion? Most Transcendents have encountered such troubles.

Not to mention some Psychic Series members, waking and functioning in dreams isn’t a problem, making it harder to distinguish in certain circumstances.

If the previous assumptions were correct, then Cardon is quite worried about this.

He must ensure his own death in dreams, willing to face certain interferences, just to ensure there’s a living person beside him.

If at any moment the person disappears, only then does it suggest he has truly fallen asleep.

This point could also explain why Cardon did not care about the driver’s identity, intentions, or if he was a Transcendent.

Because as long as it’s a person, even if violently controlled and placed there, it’s the same.

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So what exactly brought about this worry for Cardon?

As a travel pack, the juice packaging size is indeed small, reaching its bottom instantly.

While Fu Qian takes another sip, he feels as though he has touched certain cores.

The thing that troubles him, prompting Mr. Cardon to lay out this list.

Even the latter is merely a dying struggle, determined to resist with his one-man might—it’s fine, isn’t there a heavily compensated assistant?

Even being paid twice over.

Casually placing the empty bottle down, Fu Qian snorted coldly, aura power magnified further.

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Indeed, although he deduced Cardon’s possible purpose and his role within.

Fu Qian not only didn’t eliminate the core of his chaos, he even strengthened it.

No doubt this will make the old man’s slumber increasingly difficult, visibly, the lying body showed signs of unease.

Bang!

And as the culprit, with a faint sound, Fu Qian opened another bottle of juice.

Not only without shame, but he drank with relish.

At Raymond’s shop, these drinks are sold as a set, colorful, each with unique flavors.

So this bottle was slightly better, pomegranate fragrance is quite apparent, color quite genuine.

Is this the legendary feast at a wake?

While tasting the new product, Fu Qian lamented his lack of virtue.

Not a deliberate defiance, merely bitter medicine.

Knowing Cardon’s true intentions doesn’t mean that he can necessarily help.

Though the actions appear quite unfriendly, upon deeper thought if he really withdrew the aura of the Brilliant Tyrant, what would happen then?

The answer is simple; the plan continues according to Cardon’s design.

Because thus far, Fu Qian hasn’t resolved anything beyond Cardon’s capability.

But if everything proceeds as planned, the old man is almost certain to fail.

So why not play the villain first, keeping the situation in deadlock.

When success is within reach, the advantageous side often lacks patience.

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Uh—

Time passed second by second, Fu Qian had already opened the third bottle of pineapple juice, and frowned while enduring the paint-like smell within.

And as if to stop him drinking such subpar beverages, Mr. Cardon lying there suddenly forced a sound from his throat, breaking the silence.

So is this a nightmare?

Fu Qian obediently put the juice down, looking at that somewhat distorted face, and still unopened eyes.

Indeed like his malicious behavior leading to disturbed sleep.

But on the one hand not jumping up and giving him a thrashing, while observing closely reveals it’s not that simple.

The agony on that face was so vivid that even ancient skin was compressed into rings of redness.

With distortions outlining, it almost seemed like another face was about to struggle out.

Dikins?

This led Fu Qian to nearly instantly associate with the words Mr. Cardon had said to the nonexistent Mr. Dickens during the previous pillow murder attempt—you seem uncomfortable, as if something is about to crawl out.