Eldritch Horror Theatre

Reorganizing his words...

At this moment, Taylor was undoubtedly under immense pressure.

When he walked in moments ago, he had planned to open the scene strong and establish dominance right away. Who could have expected to crash headfirst into a lineup like this?

Fu Qian and Yuan Shan were fine; they always took an approachable route.

But the scrutiny from Su Gao brought a sense of Suffocation.

It was an incredibly pure killing intent. He couldn’t even sense any anger behind it, only an icy chill sweeping from head to toe.

Stared down by those beautiful amber eyes, Taylor found himself momentarily speechless.

”I came this time... actually for an important matter...”

After subconsciously reorganizing his words, Brother Taylor sounded far more humble when he spoke again.

”Hm?””It’s a very important matter. I need to use the notebook... I just wanted to come over and see if you were done with it...”

An important matter?

Fu Qian blinked but said nothing.

Hmm...

Receiving no response, and having already been repeatedly rebuffed by Fu Qian, Taylor subconsciously looked toward Yuan Shan.

If nothing else, the Night Watchers at least listened to reason.

Unfortunately for him, she currently wore a thoughtful expression and showed no intention of upholding justice.

”I suppose what I just said might not have been entirely accurate...”

Realizing he wasn’t going to get any help from Yuan Shan, Brother Taylor had to shift his approach and reorganize his words once more.

”The matter is indeed urgent, so I was actually hoping to borrow it. I’ll return it... immediately once I’m done. Would that be convenient?”

Brother Taylor couldn’t help but grit his teeth when he said the word ’return.’

”I would have understood if you’d just said that earlier,”

Fu Qian said, an expression of sudden realization dawning on his face.

”But I’m sorry, The Bookstore generally doesn’t offer rental services!”

...

”...I actually brought a rental fee...”

Seeing room for negotiation, Taylor gritted his teeth, lifted a Box he had on hand, and placed it on the counter.

Click!

The black leather suitcase was clearly quite heavy. As it popped open, neatly arranged stacks of banknotes were revealed inside.

He really had come fully prepared!

Looking at the massive rental fee sitting in front of him, Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction and threw a disdainful glance at Chief Yuan.

Look at him!

So wonderfully vulgar and adorable.

”No problem. Be my guest.”

His business principles rapidly corrupted by money, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and handed over a black-bound notebook.

Almost immediately, Chief Yuan stood up and stepped aside, as if she had just seen something filthy.

Witnessing the sudden shift in their attitudes, Su Gao reined in her killing intent and lowered her head to continue reading.

In her eyes, the ancient supreme treasure, the Abyss Notes, seemed far less interesting than the book in her hands.

With the pressure suddenly lifting, Taylor let out a long breath of relief.

His demeanor had undoubtedly undergone a massive shift from the moment he first walked through the door.

Even so, his eyes still lit up the moment he saw the Abyss Notes. He eagerly took it and flipped it open.

Fu Qian naturally took all of this in. He simply reached for the pen holder nearby, picked out a pen that could still write, and handed it over.

Faced with this gesture, Brother Taylor clearly looked a bit overwhelmed by the courtesy.

However, he must have also figured things out, realizing there was no way Fu Qian would actually let him leave with the notebook. After a brief hesitation, he took the pen.

Turning to a fresh blank page, he took a deep breath and quickly scribbled down a single sentence.

[On the path to becoming a God, the pureblood Blood Clan possesses more talent than the mixed-blood Blood Clan]

Even though it was facing the opposite direction, Fu Qian could still read it perfectly clearly from behind the counter.

For a race born with such inherent pride, shouldn’t a statement like this be a given?

He came all this way so solemnly, even willing to pay a massive sum of money, just for this?

Staring at the words on the notebook, Fu Qian remained silent.

A moment later, as if subjected to an invisible eraser, the line of text began to fade from the first letter, slowly vanishing until nothing was left.

Just as expected, there was a problem!

Fu Qian had tested the Abyss Notes more than once himself.

In his experience, anything written inside it would trigger one of three reactions.

The first was the simplest: if a fact you firmly believed in was confirmed true, the words would permanently remain on the page.

The second was the exact opposite: if a truth you held in your mind was proven false, the words would slowly be erased.

As for a mere guess that you yourself doubted, the text would simply shatter the moment you finished writing it—an easily recognizable difference.

So the meaning of the scene playing out before him was incredibly clear: that statement was false.

Interesting. So the pureblood Blood Clan wasn’t actually more talented than the mixed-bloods?

Did the biological advantage of distant hybridization also apply at the level of Transcendent Tier power?

That certainly ran completely contrary to traditional beliefs.

Fu Qian mused to himself, easily imagining how heavy a blow this scene must be for Taylor.

And that was indeed the case. The moment Brother Taylor finished writing that sentence, he let out a visible sigh of relief, as if fulfilling a long-held, deeply troubling wish.

But the sight that followed caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

After standing petrified for about ten seconds, he wordlessly bent over and scribbled the same sentence down once more.

Once again, the words slowly faded completely away.

A third time, a fourth time...

After several more attempts, the words he wrote instantly shattered, allowing those watching to witness firsthand how a belief system collapsed.

Snap!

The pen in his hand was forcefully snapped in two. Taylor stared at it blankly. Once he registered what had happened, he subconsciously reached out to grab a new one, but the pen holder was whisked away before he could.

”Sorry, your balance has been depleted.”

Fu Qian casually pulled the notebook back as well.

...

Taylor froze again at the gesture. After a long moment, he finally rose slowly to his feet and walked out the door in total silence.

The young member of the Blood Clan looked as if he had instantly aged several hundred years.

”He didn’t come here willingly.”

Watching him leave, Yuan Shan finally stepped forward, her expression rather grave.

”Uh-huh.”

Fu Qian hummed in agreement, acknowledging her assessment.

”He knew coming here would only humiliate himself, but for whatever reason, he didn’t dare refuse.”

Yuan Shan continued.

”And what he wrote was nothing but meaningless nonsense.”

Fu Qian nodded once again, chiming in with an extra remark.

”What did he write?”

Unwilling to risk being recorded by the Abyss Notes herself, Yuan Shan hadn’t looked at what Taylor had written. Hearing Fu Qian’s comment, her expression turned even more serious.

”That the pureblood Blood Clan possesses more talent than the mixed-blood Blood Clan.”

Fu Qian told her truthfully.

”...And that statement actually turned out to be false?”

Yuan Shan was clearly taken aback.

She wasn’t blind; from Taylor’s reaction just now, she could easily tell the result had dealt him a massive psychological blow.

”Yeah, it’s pretty interesting, but that’s not the main point right now.”

Fu Qian tucked the notebook away and held up a single finger.

”A pointless question means the answer itself doesn’t matter. The act of writing it does.”

”Hmm...”

Yuan Shan replied in a muted tone.

”Other than Brother Taylor here, there is only one other person who knows the notebook is with me.”

”Serana.”

Yuan Shan said through gritted teeth.

”Exactly. And that lady has no interest in educating the younger generation.”

”Hmm...”

”She also knows I deal with you quite often.”

”Hmm...”

”Well, it looks like you’re in real trouble now.”

Fu Qian sighed, offering his final summary of the situation.

”I suppose I’ll reluctantly postpone my vacation!”