Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1889: Chapter 1884: Reasons to Wake and Sleep

It seems to have no opinion.

Fu Qian raised his hand, gesturing twice as he examined the forged gains, feeling a bit more satisfied with his naming ability for the moment.

This weapon in hand has come to be through many twists of fate, and such a name is quite fitting.

As for why it suddenly appeared in his palm with that movement just now?

Quite simply, it wasn’t halfway through processing that he fled with the materials, but rather after the processing was complete, the finished product existed in that form.

Transcending time and space, vaguely similar to the Holy Infant Star encountered in the mission.

The difference lies in the faint bond between itself and him, allowing it to be summoned directly whenever he wishes to use it, and if he doesn’t want it...

Fu Qian thrust his hand into the Void, and the next moment there, it was empty, as if the great sword had been plunged into an invisible beast’s body.

It’s just that simple, truly coming at a call and leaving at a wave, quite convenient.

And this does not seem to be its only characteristic.

Changing to the other hand, another direction, Fu Qian from a new position once again drew out Sword Three Lacking One, and smoothly stabbed himself twice.

However, even with his speed, when the second sword was stabbed, the first wound was nearly healed.

The non-human blood bar and recovery speed are one thing, but not the primary reason.

It can be confirmed that the sword itself is exceedingly pure, when stabbing into the body, it does not spread curse pollution, nor does it devour flesh and blood.

Yet this damage is fed back in an incredible manner to himself, the Sword Holder, allowing his own deficiencies to be replenished.

Simply put, a very peculiar, nearly causational-level blood absorption where the second sword brings about the first sword’s healing.

Nourishment is drawn from destruction to nurture oneself.

Just like those countless blood lines resembling umbilical cords drawing nutrients from history as the Holy Infant Star.

From this perspective, it seems not only to have disrupted that one’s chance for rebirth, but even usurped some authority?

Although even so, it still does not justify this journey’s greatest gain.

...

Crimson Frenzy, Crimson Angel.

The reason for being initially interested in the mission stems largely from these two things previously encountered.

And seemingly due to the exchange at that time, he subsequently received the "Tyrant’s Fist" reward.

This is also why, despite a lack of direct evidence, he has always been subtly attentive to the relation between Crimson Frenzy and the Abandonment King.

The result is that in this mission, he unexpectedly encountered a deity rebirth induced by it, with authority faintly related to Calamity.

Momentarily provoking further curiosity about the origin of this curse.

The only pity is that Virgin Lanina was already completely executed by him, even if she were to luckily survive, her host Jill would likely not have anything of significant value.

Perhaps he can slightly anticipate the subsequent actions of the Night Watchman, for instance, how Jill will be treated?

Besides, those recurring crystals, and even the Crystal Blessing on Kaldora and his company, are also worth paying attention to.

As well as the earlier research organization she mentioned.

No matter what, the tragic secrets of the Academy from back then seem to have finally started to be touched by him.

He sighed softly, casually slotting Sword Three Lacking One back, and Fu Qian donned the Messenger.

Su Gao continued to sleep soundly.

Though these words might be unfair, for her, it’s been less than a few minutes since separating from the Dream.

Certainly, no matter what, he remains deserving of the Nightmare Dominator title, easily granting this workaholic a good sleep.

Uttering a self-praising remark, though keenly interested in the forcibly fragmented Dream situation before, Fu Qian refrained from disturbing her morning rest.

Pouring himself a cup of tea that retained warmth, he leaned back in his seat, gazing out the window, savoring the splendid morning sun.

The only downside is the absence of a decoration, making the incoming sunlight seem less brilliant.

...

"Did I sleep for long?"

With a leisurely inhale, the desk-resting Su Gao opened her eyes, greeting the academic giant sipping tea beside her.

"Not long."

With his chin gesturing at the angle of sunlight hitting the floor, Fu Qian indicated it was still early.

These are no mere comforting words; adding the previous time, she’s slept for less than a quarter of an hour.

Though she appeared well-rested.

The tea was drank up, and Fu Qian showed no intention of organizing his thoughts again, but instead examined those amber eyes.

His gaze was gentle, his demeanor relaxed, looking like one refreshed from restful sleep.

And totally lacking the bewilderment typical upon waking.

"Did you feel it just now?"

Unconcerned with her treatment, Su Gao casually continued asking.

"I felt it."

Fu Qian nodded.

The reason she slept for such a short time was, of course, not because he woke her.

Just now, a particularly unique ripple swept through, more singular than Professor Lisa’s scream box from before.

"Almost thought it was my illusion; is it normal for such occurrences at the Academy? Should we check what’s going on?"

Even though her sleep was disrupted, Su Gao evidently bore no grudge and quickly considered how to respond.

Moreover, owing to Professor Lisa’s previous conduct, she respected the local customs at the Academy.

"Abnormal, yet not urgent."

Fu Qian shook his head.

"No apparent malice, we can deal with it later; for now, let’s discuss the experiences you had during the earlier test."

While indicating no need for concern, he reminded her not to forget the experiment summary still pending.

...

"Alright... very intriguing."

Trusting Expert Fu’s judgement, especially since it’s his home ground.

With a prompt agreement, Su Gao immediately sank into recollection, visibly retaining a clear memory to comfort the viewers.

"In the dream after leaving here, outside was an endless, lightless sea, and here was like the Lighthouse.

"Initially, there were downward stairs, but after walking a few steps out, everything suddenly vanished. I tried to verify the circumstances here, but couldn’t concentrate.

"Then, curiously enough, upon determining that the Lighthouse was gone, the sea vanished too, my body immersed in an indistinguishable directionless sea, yet without drowning."

In retrospect, Su Gao’s face bore an infectious calmness.

"Additionally, inside it was not completely void, reverberating with many things. If it must be described, I call them sounds that evoke a sense of beauty, but the specific content wasn’t discernible.

"In the eventual deciphering effort, I realized it was my own voice, though what was said remained unknown.

"Making such active moves in that situation seemed extremely taxing on the spirit, and under dual influence, I fell asleep in the sea."