Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2443: Chapter 2438: The Prophet Is Dead (49)

The reason Clown appeared here was simply to delay time.

Death Angel was performing some crucial actions, needing him to cover in this manner.

It’s easy to conclude from Clown’s declaration that the utilitarian aspect makes this long-awaited reunion somewhat poignant.

However, actions speak louder than words, Fu Qian still cherishes this interaction and without hesitation, initiated the next topic.

For Brother Ah Wei, this is not strange at all; it’s quite normal.

The earlier question-and-answer session with Clown seemed extravagant but was essentially a real discussion.

From the information Clown shared, one can deduce that Ah Wei, this Death Angel, is not simple.

It’s hard to say if it’s because of his superior ranking or due to the profound imbuing he received at the time.

Compared to Black Doctor, Lord, or even Akasha, those Demigods who could only passively seize opportunities amidst the tide of the times, Ah Wei’s realm is clearly a notch higher.

He can not only perceive others’ opportunities, but also subtly manipulate them, leading youngsters astray without realizing they’re working for him—isn’t there a certain deja vu?

At that moment, Fu Qian easily associated it with the Greedy Worms of Shangjing.

Led by Laurie, the Greedy Worms always positioned themselves as hidden manipulators, recruiting young talents for pyramid schemes and feasting on carrion.

Unbeknownst to them, there was another person continuously feeding off them.

Even enjoying privileges without bearing responsibilities.

The damage transmission that the Greedy Worms feared most couldn’t affect Ah Wei at all.

If not for his excessive confidence and active appearance then, he would be hard to catch.

Overall, compare that with the current situation—how similar?

Brother Ah Wei clearly understands the path of not forgetting one’s original intention.

Only this time, the exploited ones are switched to the Aboriginals of Unseen Hillock.

Along with that comes a small question—why lower his realm proactively to form a small team?

Lurking behind and enjoying secretly is addicting, and to Fu Qian, given Ah Wei’s character, he wouldn’t do something pointless.

Considering Clown’s various bizarre behaviors just now, including but not limited to lounging here, meeting himself without attacking or fleeing, completely unaware of secrecy...

Certainly fitting Clown’s style, but the purpose of delaying time is still too evident.

Leading to the conclusion that the answer seems apparent—Ah Wei organized this team not to advance the plan smoothly, but as an extra firewall against potential threats.

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Isn’t this awareness of danger excessively strong? Created by one’s own shadow?

In silent reflection, Fu Qian even self-examined a bit.

Perhaps not so narcissistic to think Ah Wei’s actions are solely to guard against himself, but frankly, there should be a considerable portion.

Don’t forget he came to this place entirely thanks to Fu Qian, and it’s natural to worry about Fu Qian’s reappearance at any moment.

Moreover, the interesting part is Clown’s mindset; knowing Ah Wei’s intentions yet gleefully becomes cannon fodder.

Very good and abstract.

Indeed, every meeting in life is backed by considerable fate and fortune.

”Don’t blame me for not reminding you, your time is limited.”

Clearly understanding the real purpose yet chatting enthusiastically, even now wanting to continue.

At that moment, facing Fu Qian’s response, Clown seemed to empathize somewhat with the irony of life.

And indeed sat back while not forgetting to kindly remind.

”How much?”

Fu Qian remained as natural as nature, seamlessly addressing the topic.

”Not sure, but this lake is an important node; after a certain time, ’Eternal Night’ can complete even without needing to cover the entire city.”

Clown’s response remained forthright, directing his fingers to the grand momentum.

”Agree to a certain extent.”

Fu Qian nodded slightly, his gaze resting on the increasingly transparent lake water.

In talk, the scope of Ashfall could be seen covering the entire Wise Lake, and some peculiar scenes followed—like the figures beneath the water.

Indeed, though vague, identifiable as the scene previously seen in a large cauldron.

Layer upon layer, individual after individual, covered in gray humanoid figures quietly sleeping within, like the last ember of a world.

The lake water was not only becoming transparent, but both sides of the door seemed to be overlapping in a special way.

”Time indeed appears scarce—so, do you know who’s crying?”

Recognizing Clown’s statement, Fu Qian returned to the original question without blinking.

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”You’re really tenacious, why so sure I know?”

Fu Qian’s actions looked somewhat laid-back; fortunately, Clown wasn’t the kind to get anxious for others, and in the next moment eagerly engaged in conversation.

”Because your time-delaying work is well done.”

Fu Qian casually praised.

”Regardless of the specific method, the result is that you’ve perfectly dragged time all the way to now, without even receiving any damage yourself, no one but you on the Unseen Hillock could achieve this.”

Not an undeserved compliment; why did Clown ramble all this way, nearly selling organizational secrets without anyone stopping him?

Perhaps it’s because Death Angel is busy, but everyone in this business never just looks at appearances.

The reason Clown could do this blatantly is that this is his way of delaying himself.

Yes, exchanging information for time.

Clown’s actions appeared nonsensical, but the thought process was always clear.

From the previous performances, people could know that trying to stop him by force would be difficult.

Ultimately, entrusted with great responsibility, Clown chose this form to complete the work—I’ll tell you my plan and use the time you need to listen to carry it out.

If you weigh and find it worthwhile, naturally you’ll sit quietly and listen.

It depends if the people involved agree that ”Sharpening the axe won’t delay the work of chopping firewood.”

”Given the critical time now, I suppose even if you don’t know, His Excellency Death Angel will likely tell you, inviting you to share with me.”

Fu Qian seemed to favor the sharpening theory, adding reasons cheerfully, even involving Ah Wei.

Even if it’s hard to assume Clown knows everything, one could still trouble Death Angel to forward information here personally.

Such behavior of tightening one’s own throttling rope unexpectedly makes one quite anticipating.

”I don’t know what she’s called...but theoretically everyone should call her Mother.”

Proving true, after Clown stared at this side for a moment, he really provided an answer.