Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 2811

Chapter 2811: Chapter 2806: Thirteen Days’ Tale (End)

The attending physician’s office, inside the Black Box.

The voltage is unstable, causing the light above him to flicker, but it doesn’t stop the person’s action beneath the lamp.

The precursor’s stiff fingers exert such force that the pen tip bends into an arc, making one feel anxious just looking at it.

And rows of text comparable to gibberish are being spewed out continuously.

[Today is number 61, judgment will come in twenty minutes, 135 will revert to zero]

Until the date reaches number 61, on the thirteenth judgment day.

What the precursor writes seems to confirm this, even this sentence is the least like gibberish on this page.

Yet this doesn’t seem to be a good thing; certain extreme threats are laid bare, leaving no room to avoid them.

135 Will revert to zero?

Completely disregarding the discomfort caused by the chaotic text, Fu Qian practically imprints every punctuation mark into his mind.

And the most striking part of line 61 is the number at the end.

Because the number 135 is derived from the evolution from 177 through number 60.

Yes, this is his SAN Points.

Earlier, he lamented that the predecessors couldn’t handle this kind of play, particularly as it once dropped to nearly double digits.

If he hadn’t just digested the Tangled Umbilical Cord, even his own inventory would be tight.

Yet it’s proven that whether remaining stocks are many or few, judgment comes, and this value reverts directly to zero?

Isn’t the cost a bit too high? So the judgment is not on this Demon Mountain after all, but on this Human-Demon himself?

Warehouse, you trapped me!

At that moment, Fu Qian once again experienced what it means to have lousy teammates.

Although he previously speculated about what would happen if his SAN Points hit zero in his current state, this definitely counts as a rather passive attempt, typically avoided by professionals.

The key is that the warehouse responsible for issuing tasks doesn’t even caution about these risks, and instead seemed to be covering up earlier.

What does “This time it’s a special task, must successfully complete containment until SAN Points revert to zero” mean?

For anyone with a bit of logical thinking, their first reaction would be to keep trying until the task is completed, regardless of how many failures there are, right?

There seems to be an opportunity for retries.

Yet the SAN Points revert to zero when the task fails directly?

Thankfully, as a professional who likes to gather intelligence, he always adhered to the motto “Treat every run as the last one played.”

Otherwise, stepping into this pit could lead to quite a considerable loss.

“Congratulations, you’ve proven yourself.”

Still, there is some consolation; for instance, the precursor finally used the SAN Points as an opportunity to deduce some content related to judgment.

Even the fact that the prophecy can only be made twenty minutes in advance was confirmed.

Fu Qian didn’t hold back at the moment and directly offered his congratulations.

…

“How can this be…”

Unfortunately, the person involved didn’t learn to think positively.

Facing Fu Qian’s congrats, it seemed like the precursor was shocked, as if electrically stunned.

Crack!

Before Fu Qian could respond, the expensive pen finally couldn’t bear the pressure and snapped.

However, completely ignoring the ink-stained hands, the precursor stared fixedly at the contents of the notes, unable to believe that he wrote it himself.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’ve proven yourself. I now believe you’re the Master of Prophecy.”

Fu Qian, however, didn’t want to bury his achievement, offering formal recognition while glancing at him and sighing.

“And it seems you were right; the essence of this place is really abstract and chaotic.”

But it’s too chaotic…

At that moment, no one spoke, but Fu Qian seemed to hear powerless sighs.

Even Servis, caught from the corner of his eye, had his eyes completely drained of any gleam.

A stab in the back from an ally in name doesn’t matter, nor does admitting defeat from an opponent.

It’s obvious that compared to a failed patient treatment, he faces a more exaggerated predicament.

Truth Note, something he firmly believed to be absolutely correct, is revealing undeniable desecration.

Just like the noble and pure, inviolable Saintess, with a corner of her white skirt lifted, revealing marks that should never have existed.

The world is not as imagined at all…

“Who are you really…”

At some point, Servis slowly raised his head, looking at Fu Qian with eyes as if gazing at a visible Demon, coming here only to spread despair.

“I’m a columnist. Trust you’ve all experienced the professionalism?”

Fu Qian straightened his tie, displaying a gentle smile.

…

“Your time is running out…”

Unfortunately, there was still no empathy.

Both Servis and the precursor, their minds are already entirely engulfed by the things beneath the Saintess’s skirt, with sanity teetering on the brink.

After a long silence, both almost simultaneously opened their mouths, reminding a portion of the twenty minutes had already passed.

“Indeed, not much left.”

Fu Qian, of course, always remembers the time, perfectly understanding why they are reminding him.

“So I’m leaving now; surely, you guys understand?”

In the next moment, he did answer the call, bidding farewell to the two cooperative performers.

“Thank you…”

This time only the attending physician spoke, not understanding but instead offering gratitude.

Indeed, fear is more reliable than promises; there’s no need to subject everyone to heavy moral pressures.

Though the reaction seemed strange initially, Fu Qian didn’t find it abrupt, merely sighing inwardly.

Whom should one help to gain freedom?

This is a core issue since the three-person narrative began.

Simultaneously, it’s a difficult choice because human promises are inherently fragile, always prone to betrayal.

But why must one choose a side? If you want not to be exploited, you could make yourself a useless tool too.

Just like at this moment, the original dispute between doctor and patient is no longer important, so the pawn doesn’t have to stay any longer.

It’s just that during the process of executing this strategy, the force was a little too strong.

The way to resolve the dispute between the doctor and patient was by driving both parties insane to achieve.

Right now, as the real source of chaos, Servis and the precursor, as long as they don’t want to witness further indescribable scenes, should maintain some sanity, and their instinctive response should be to stay away from him.

The Redemption Path indeed requires some dimensional reduction attack.

“You’re welcome.”

Facing even four pleading looks, Fu Qian stepped toward the door, not forgetting to courteously reply.

Indeed, no one tried to keep him.

…

The weather is quite nice, so the judgment shouldn’t be some sort of natural disaster like a flood.

Easily unlocking the sealed door, there was indeed no one guarding outside.

Yet, upon Fu Qian emerging from the basement floor, the outside scene actually has a touch of hustle and bustle.

Although the sun has just risen, many people are already out performing morning activities, greeting in groups of twos and threes with a slow-life gesture.

Servis’s words look to have been passed quite timely.

Amid such an atmosphere, Fu Qian traversed along without encountering any hindrance arriving at the rehabilitative institution’s main entrance.

Including from this spot it’s visible, nobody was lurking in the shadows to stop him from stepping across the final threshold.

Even the nearby guard booth was void of people.

Just in time, and he still had the hours.

Under these circumstances, Fu Qian didn’t rush to exit but instead directly opened the booth, shutting all the doors and windows while pulling the canvas curtains tight.

“Are you there? Mr. Mo Sr.”

Once the light dimmed, Fu Qian called out in the agreed manner.

“…Have you found Laxik’s missing part?”

And not disappointing as a professional, soon there truly was a familiar voice appearing, aiming straight at the point.

“Kind of.”

Fu Qian casually shared the content relayed by Servis.

“Regarding the intruder, my son actually found a record, his name is… Bernard,”

It shows, the old man indeed didn’t take the money and run, although he didn’t offer Fu Qian a choice.

“He was also the first intruder in the record, Lester once treated him.”

…

Is everyone really in cahoots across the board, did you drive the doctor insane too?

Taking a minute to listen to the record, confirming it’s not a duplicate name, whilst thinking of a certain nest-haired figure, Fu Qian finally left the small booth, crossing that boundary.

[Containment conditions fulfilled, number 1-013 containment successful]