Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2736: Chapter 2730: Objectively Independent Third Party

This correlation coefficient seems quite high no matter how you look at it.

The values are consistent and synchronized to the second, making it impossible to see as a coincidence.

Fu Qian snapped his fingers again casually, and in the blink of an eye, the latest seventy-eight Vacuum Flowers also followed in the footsteps of their predecessors, turning into exquisite transparent artworks, bringing more vitality to the Abandoned Prison.

The visual effect is indeed impressive, but what’s represented behind it is thought-provoking.

As mentioned earlier, this might be the first time in history that the total SAN Points outside the warehouse have been represented.

If it’s just the case of giving up on thought, where some important parameters of oneself naturally leak out, it’s a relatively simple scenario.

If not... it seems to indicate that one’s SAN Points are not controlled by the warehouse but are an objective, essential data for this world?

After all, it was just analyzed earlier the possible significance of the Vacuum Flower to this world, and that number appeared alongside the Vacuum Flower.

If this holds true, it could strongly demonstrate that even if the warehouse pulls people from elsewhere, it must still adhere to certain basic rules.

This might also explain why the warehouse cannot arbitrarily add SAN Points to the Administrator to continuously exploit him.

Though at first glance, these speculations might not seem too special, many things had already been hinted at earlier.

But to Fu Qian, having more signs proving this point is of significant importance, for instance, further proving that the force that turns people into idiots does not come from the warehouse.

To put it simply, if one’s SAN Points hit zero, the force that obliterates rationality actually comes from elsewhere... so, where exactly?

Based on current interactions, the Bookstore World doesn’t lack such forces.

Apart from the most common madness when facing Divinity directly, the Fire of Madness in his hands is even a specialized weapon for obliterating self and turning people into empty shells.

But none of these can easily render a High-level Extraordinary defenseless, and they are still somewhat different from the force of Punishment described in the initial depiction of SAN Points.

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A contradiction seems to have arisen.

Even though the warehouse enjoys being secretive, the information released so far still doesn’t seem too far-fetched.

However, Fu Qian has always refrained from attempting bold ideas and hasn’t used SAN Points as data that can be selectively abandoned in tricky situations.

Since transforming into 120% of the Abandonment King, a problem seems inevitable to ponder over—

If in this scenario one’s SAN Points hit zero, would one still become an idiot?

If one continues to trust the warehouse and thinks it’s still hard to avoid, then combining this with prior discoveries, another question arises—

If not the warehouse, where would the impact that turns the Abandonment King into an idiot come from?

Besides various Superior Beings termed as ”Gods,” is there such transcendent power in this world?

World Rules? That’s too crude and irresponsible an answer.

Although, logically, it indeed should have this effect.

From this demise also arises the notion that when SAN Points hit zero causing an idiot transformation, the flip side is that when SAN Points aren’t zero, one can walk the world.

Simply put, this obliterating force might just be the very support that allows oneself as an outsider to act here.

And so-called SAN Points are the ”entry ticket” defined by this rule power.

As long as there’s even a little left, its owner can freely act in this world, but once it hits zero, they’d be ”executed” directly.

It’s indeed a unique mechanism, and the definition of SAN Points seems to have become slightly clearer.

Unfortunately, apart from the warehouse, only Patch seems to understand this a bit better.

After all, a certain trap designed by Him aims to seize the Administrator’s SAN Points.

Sadly, His whereabouts are overly mysterious, and it’s hard to pressure Him into anything.

Besides leaving it to fate, the only option seems to be to look for clues from His actions.

Moreover, words spoken by an old acquaintance seem fitting at this moment—

At the crater of Xi Yuan, the Third Follower encountered before, who is also a predecessor of the warehouse.

Regarding SAN Points as worthless while His evaluation was ”a Life-Saving Rope around the neck.”

It’s hard to say if it contains personal emotions, but at this moment, it seems to hold more and more meaning.

In any case, as seen by Fu Qian, this is one of the biggest gains from the scene before him.

As for the second gain—at a moment, he halted his steps, his gaze falling on a spot amidst the Flowers.

Unlike the lines of fierce Vacuum Flowers, outlined in crimson, there seemed to be a human silhouette there?

...

During the previous seventy-nine Vacuum Flowers, such a thing was never seen.

The charm of leaving traces lies in this, not only flipping through memories in the mind, but with a glance, Fu Qian easily confirmed that the previous batch indeed lacked such a scene.

So how could there be a person in the Abandoned Prison?

On the night of the Tyrant’s fall, he did see the crawling ”Lost Wanderers,” and their numbers weren’t few.

But later, they all seemed to have been burned for millennia, failing to maintain even their last shells.

When officially taking charge of the Abandoned Prison earlier, there were absolutely no signs of this aspect.

Ancient footprints? Abstract residue?

Combining the encounters within the Bone Burial Ground, it seems easy to deduce this hypothesis.

Even the original intention of using the Eldest Son’s Perspective included anticipation for this aspect.

Yet the vexing question remains, if such footprints indeed existed, why weren’t they discovered before?

Does such a matter also depend on destiny?

Or perhaps...

At a certain moment, another surge of crimson tide erupted from Fu Qian, and unlike before, this time he didn’t wear the ribbon nor deliberately guide any specific scene, merely staring calmly at the surroundings.

It indeed seemed to exist.

As time ticked by, at a certain moment, Fu Qian nodded slightly and sat back on the throne.

And not far from the throne, another humanoid silhouette faintly emerged—was it even moving?

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Although the entire scene was indeed blurry, merely sketched amidst the swirling red mist, Fu Qian still discovered that the silhouette had a certain level of activity, unlike purely ancient marks.

And the instant he realized this, with a thought, the nearest Crimson Angel to the humanoid silhouette quietly drifted over.

Slight red threads rapidly gathered into the humanoid silhouette.

Then it seemed to generate some sort of resonance, truly stretching into a much more real human figure, step by step.

Even looked familiar—was it called Jiang En?

Without much effort, Fu Qian recalled a certain young talent from Shangjing.