Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2423: Chapter 2418: The Prophet Is Dead (29)

Things have changed, people have gone.

I can return, but other things may not.

Not only is there no ghost carriage trailing me, but the one I used to ride is nowhere in sight, leaving only me stranded in the middle of the road.

Not bad!

For such a scene, Fu Qian had a moment of contemplation, then felt deeply satisfied.

Being refused a ride is one thing, but this scene, to some extent, hides a significant meaning—Brother Ji Feng might be watching me.

It was previously speculated that the reason the poison was so powerful that it could switch dimensions is due to the unique nature of Unseen Hillock.

It is inherently an embodiment of that senior’s will, which to some extent can be understood as a dream.

Having taken the antidote, I not only detoxified and returned but even landed right at the mission’s starting point, which indirectly proves the unreal nature of this ”dream.”

After all, normally, if the starting point was room 802, then returning to stand before that door would be more intuitive.

Yet, not only did I arrive here, but the position was accurately precise, almost like loading a saved game.

Does this performance further prove that my arrival has been under the gaze of Unseen Hillock or Ji Feng?

Actually, it makes sense. On one hand, as a former attending doctor, I have had deep-rooted mental exchanges with Brother Ji Feng.

On the other hand, although the interval wasn’t long, my title has also soared; the Abandonment King on a private visit must be quite an impressive spectacle in most places.

In summary, although problems arose so quickly after the last treatment, Fu Qian still hopes Brother Ji Feng’s condition isn’t too bad, preventing communication.

On one hand, a doctor’s benevolence; on the other, too many things are worth consulting.

Now, being precisely sent back to the starting point, in Fu Qian’s perspective, is a positive sign—Ji Feng has not gone mad to the point of failing to recognize an old friend.

The previously subtle way of conversation still seems possible.

Though this time, it’s uncertain whether it’s for treatment.

Taking a glance around, confirming neither the Lord nor the Death Angel appeared, Fu Qian traced the old route in his mind, marching straight forward.

...

As long as I return here, I’m bound to encounter the Death Angel, as Black Doctor once said.

The conclusion then derived was that besides the Gate of Freedom, there are more malicious events brewing.

Super criminals seem to have produced a grand operation under special enlightenment, with no need for conspiracy.

At this moment, Unseen Hillock possesses quite the aura of Sin City.

Most interestingly, as the vanguard of the action, the Black Doctor, with just one Gate of Freedom, not only massively gathered the residents’ physical forms but also greatly affected their mental states, bequeathing a fertile ground for any subsequent undertakings.

But... what is the purpose?

Considering Spider Queen Akasha’s self-narration, these super criminals have inherently pure intentions of causing chaos, which isn’t strange, but what does Ji Feng intend to do?

Concerning that special Dimensional Poison, with Black Doctor’s judgment, it still feels correct—that it’s a true power originating from Unseen Hillock, the authority of the world.

Just in the last mission, I helped calm him down a bit, and the Mother of the Gospel was not active, yet did things escalate again so soon?

It feels like this time isn’t simple—might need some stronger medicine.

As he marveled, Fu Qian swiftly crossed each street corner.

Unfortunately, even with such unstudied moves, until stopping eventually, not only did no Lord show up, but there was no obstruction by Justice Messenger either.

The world is deteriorating, so I’ll handle it myself.

With a faint sigh, Fu Qian raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Simultaneously, mirror-like reflective pieces tore through clothing, and in a single breath, connected to form a dazzling armor that covered even the face entirely.

Indeed, the classic look of Grim Ballard, that righteous companion.

[Under the deep will, the knight clad in Mirror Armor shall return someday]

The warehouse’s prediction is accurate.

...

Knock, knock, knock!

No response, and as Fu Qian, the Mirror Knight, continued persistently knocking on the wooden door.

”Your Excellency...who are you looking for?”

This persistence finally earned a response; at one moment, with a light sound, the door indeed opened from within.

Even during a definite rest time, the person opening the door was still in a work uniform, fully awake.

And it was clear that the person did not recognize the one knocking, who just moments ago had a meal here.

Indeed, this is the same restaurant where Catherine met with Lady Crystal earlier, and Fu Qian had perfectly traced the path walked earlier.

And the one who opened the door was naturally Catherine.

In this resurrected new scenario, it turned out she was a bit perplexed. After the Grand Fate Ming Emperor and Crystal Demigod left, instead of joining the spectacle, she remained at her workplace.

Interesting, all the cages one cannot break free from ultimately become your shelter, perhaps?

”Waiting for someone.”

Pondering, the sociology skill increased by +1, and Fu Qian didn’t mind not being recognized, casually responding.

”...Please come in.”

It was obvious that this night was overwhelmingly eventful for Catherine, to the point her mental state was on edge.

Facing the oddly dressed, off-hour appearing, and suspiciously intentioned customer, at that moment, she was only stunned, not shutting the door on him.

...

The past reappears, just from a different angle.

Without minding the staff’s emotions, after entering, Fu Qian headed straight to the table he just sat at.

But this time, he took another seat, just like when Brother Ballard first appeared.

Such a choice clearly startled Catherine again, who, upon closing the door and looking over, almost froze in place.

”Your Excellency... anything to eat?”

However, compared to Fu Qian who sat there leisurely, the silence was more excruciating for her.

Thus not long afterward, she compelled herself to move, instinctively playing her role.

”Just sausages, please.”

Fu Qian was neither polite nor troublesome, directly ordering a repeat of the pre-cooked dish he had before.

...

Obviously, memory couldn’t be that poor; Catherine’s gaze at Fu Qian embodied a profound sense of fragmentation.

Unfortunately, the extravagant armor completely covered the face, making identification impossible, even if she strained her eyes until they bled.

”Please wait a moment.”

Soon Catherine gave up trying, genuinely becoming a tool to go prepare it—though someone was faster than her.

The sausage just needed unpacking and plating, yet without waiting for Catherine to return, Fu Qian, at a certain moment, already lifted his head, gazing at the ceiling.