Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 2810

Chapter 2810: Chapter 2805: 13 Days’ Talk (62)

“Did you plan it from the start?”

In an instant, the momentum shifted, and after a lengthy silence, the precursor stared intently at the only sentence Fu Qian had written.

It depends on the perspective. The idea of a Time Parasite has indeed had similar theories before.

Fu Qian merely thought to himself.

As an intruder who perceives more directly, thinking otherwise would be unqualified.

Why insist on the prophecy of the Judgment Day’s content?

At its core, it’s truly as previously mentioned, out of curiosity.

Thus far, this task is indeed rather peculiar.

Not only involving someone like Laxik from the past, but even touching upon the Abyssal Chronicle.

To the point that Fu Qian is genuinely curious about what the Judgment Day, which led to the mission’s failure, would be like.

Unfortunately, in his judgment, the precursor’s ability to help dispel doubts is not high.

This is the suppression of the mechanism, and has little to do with subjective initiative.

Based on past experiences in the Virtue task, Fu Qian doesn’t believe the judgment would be something like divine fire, flood, or holy light.

Even if it’s not as abstract as a videotape’s endless loop, it might still bring about the true end of the entire sanitarium world in an alternative way.

So even if the prophecy ability is real, what the precursor needs to do is far more difficult than sensing the anomaly of time.

As for why make such a demand, knowing it might not lead to anything?

Simply put, it’s a three-party performance now, and theoretically, I’m Servis’s accomplice.

The goal is for the opposite side to fail to prophesy.

“Actually, it’s not that early.”

Seeing the change had taken effect, Fu Qian smiled courteously.

…

The answer was obvious; indeed, nothing could be seen.

At that moment, the scene in the eyes was a vivid depiction of give and take.

The light in the precursor’s eyes faded almost in sync with its appearance in Servis’s eyes.

Losing in this argument practically equates to a complete self-denial.

For the precursor, even the world’s end may not be more terrifying.

In such a circumstance, Fu Qian believed he would try hard enough, even preparing for the task’s failure.

“What I see is far more abstract than you imagine, and can only foresee twenty minutes ahead…”

Yet curiosity seems unsatisfiable.

After a long silence, when he spoke again, the precursor’s tone was full of evasions.

In short, leveraging “Judgment Day,” an almost conjured doomsday weapon, the momentum was instantly reversed.

Next, as long as the victory is pursued, great things can be accomplished.

“Oh, how abstract?”

Fu Qian seemed to do just that, casually asking.

“No distinction between surface and interior, signs, colors, and numbers… all mixed together.”

The precursor’s response was indeed quite abstract.

Numbers? Interesting.

Fu Qian listened intently, with a thoughtful expression at some point.

“177?”

…

“What do you mean?”

The precursor seemed perplexed.

“We’ve talked for so long, haven’t you seen this number on me?”

Fu Qian wore a meaningful expression, once again seemingly exposing the precursor’s lie.

Though the number is real, it is his current SAN Points.

Yes, if the world in this master’s eyes truly is as abstract as just described.

Then for the task taker, what better represents the self than the SAN Points?

Perhaps it holds great significance, but this task is particularly special, and Fu Qian doesn’t mind using this for a small test.

“Very complex, I need to categorize and discern carefully.”

Indeed, the precursor appeared to be resisting desperately, unable to find an excuse.

“Then discern it, tell me what this number becomes when judgment arrives.”

Fu Qian refused to let him off, pushing the notebook over with a smile.

“I need to take it step by step.”

The precursor accepted it with a cold face.

“Then step by step it is.”

Fu Qian left no room for evasion.

“…Alright.”

Finally having nowhere to retreat, the precursor picked up the pen once more—

[Today is number 56, there are 24 hours in a day, columnist Fu Qian is 20 years old, the solar altitude angle is 77, all adding up to 177]

And after staring at the new blank page for a moment, the precursor once again penned content that was eye-catchingly striking.

…

No longer making any sense?

There’s no need for a professional assessment; he could be sent directly for care.

Fu Qian was undoubtedly the one watching most intently, filled with inner sighs.

Such peculiar logic circuits are already in the realm of concrete mixed with spaghetti, looking like his pressure was too much, driving the person crazy.

But what’s ingenious about it—the words did not vanish.

Yes, ten seconds after the final stroke, this abstract segment remained there.

In the corner of his eye, the supervising doctor’s expression was vivid, transitioning from shock to delight to distraction within ten seconds, witnessing the indescribable.

The crux is indeed indescribable…

Fu Qian simply sighed in his heart, confirming a certain suspicion.

Yes, when the precursor described the world in his prophecy as abstractly mixed, a scenario flashed in his mind—

Why, before the mission began, was there that phantom image in the warehouse? Clearly resembling a mountain, but composed of a line, like crude 3D printing?

Has time truly lost its sanctity and become a Parasite?

Seemingly so, everything here appears like the world seen by a madman.

All sorts of elements mix, coalesce, and stick together, interacting in unthinkable ways, ultimately creating a passable façade.

The cause is yet unknown, but the Truth Note seems like a running core.

All in all, the precursor’s direction might be right, but hasn’t revealed any greater horror.

And now, under his guidance, progress appears to have been made.

[Today is number 57, within 1 hour before sunset, Kleinfeld coughed 13 times, 177 changed to 165]

Even as he continues to scribble, there’s newfound creativity.

[SAN Points decrease by 12]

As the precursor wrote the second sentence, there really was a notification sound in his ears.

…

Did the SAN Points really drop?

If it were a predecessor, they might not handle it well.

Remaining calm externally yet internally delighted, at that moment, Fu Qian felt very satisfied with the loss.

Even accomplishing this demonstrates the indescribable strength and chaos.

A haphazard fusion of elements could shake even the data supervised by the warehouse.

Besides, the loss isn’t just 12 SAN Points, the countdown has moved forward by another day.

[Today is number 58…]

The precursor continued, with an unstoppable momentum seemingly heading straight for Judgment Day.

[SAN Points decreased by 17]

The SAN Points continued to drop.

[Today is number 59…]

[SAN Points increased by 2]

But it isn’t all bad news; there’s even an increase at times.