Eldritch Horror Theatre

[Name: Gambler’s Hand Bone]

[Type: Special Item]

[Description: Pure white, originally an exact replica of a middle phalanx.

Clearly, its most valuable aspect lies in its incredible material.

Although to a transcendent, it is nothing more than shattered residue.

Gamblers suffering from qi deviation long to transcend their limits.

Yet they have not lost their last shred of reason, knowing their bodies cannot withstand supernatural power.

Thus, the ”uselessness” of this residue won their favor instead.

Of course, this hope ultimately fell through, and the finger bone itself was shattered and recast into a die.

Carrying it on your person might perhaps grant a small amount of luck.Or perhaps this luck only manifests as self-validation following a successful roll.

Just like a gambler’s moment of glory.]

[Note: Whether pure residue is truly pure remains the question.]

It looked completely useless. Even the description reeked of uncertainty. It truly lived up to being forged from residue.

After sighing at the Blind Eye Society’s tragic solemnity, Fu Qian wasted no time and examined the next special reward.

In fact, he could already guess its nature just from the name.

Fu Qian fiddled with the small die.

It weighed even less than the bone he had originally obtained. Had shattering and recasting it really caused some loss?

That common issue with reprocessing wasn’t entirely unacceptable, but the result was far too crude.

Beyond its conceptual flaws, the reward’s outward appearance made Fu Qian frown again.

It was indeed a standard six-sided die, but not only were its six faces differently sized, none of them were even flat.

Coupled with its color, it felt like holding a freshly extracted wisdom tooth.

Forget it. It was a Grade 3 mission after all, and the last reward he received with ”Residue” in its name proved quite effective. He might as well accept it for now.

Moreover, the wording in the note was quite interesting upon deeper thought.

Putting the die away, Fu Qian checked the final reward.

[Name: Eternal Lock]

[Type: Consumable]

[Description: A metallic-colored pill. A thick, viscous liquid seems to flow inside it.

Swallowing it grants immunity to distortion and loss of control, while permanently severing any possibility of advancement.

Restricted to Tier 2 and below.]

[Note: The raw materials used in its creation are incredibly ancient and nearly impossible to digest. It is said this made it a poison for higher entities—a trouble that weak bodies lack.]

This... the Warehouse was being quite generous. The medicinal effect wasn’t discounted much at all.

Fu Qian pinched the lead-gray pill from his palm and shook it next to his ear.

It really did seem to contain liquid, and it was quite heavy.

A brief thought told him this originated from the other trait he had discarded.

Both in its properties and its effects.

The reason he considered it undiscounted was because back then, he had clearly been locked at Tier 2. To think this fully refined pill was actually effective for Tier 2 and below.

Not only was it Turning Waste into Treasure, it was a rare instance of not being shortchanged.

Back when he was fully collaborating with Old Man Logan, having an item like this would have saved them a lot of trouble later on.

Of course, if he had actually tried to feed this to him, given the old man’s personality, he probably would have slapped him to death first, wouldn’t he?

All in all, it was a good item in the right circumstances.

The note was equally interesting. The raw materials mentioned obviously referred to the Metallic Bird Blood brought back from the Blood Lake.

Becoming a poison for higher entities because it was impossible to digest—it truly made one think of those deformed Phoenixes.

Did a certain entity eat this, get poisoned to death, and then, due to its properties, fail to even resurrect?

That was simply too ruthless. The living environment of higher entities was truly a cause for concern!

Fu Qian shook his head, placed the pill on the nearby table, and continued taking out the rest of his items to take stock of his consumption.

The two traits were naturally gone. The Head Cage had been used once, the Eternally Lucid Mind had been used once, the Blasphemous Embrace had fired a single arrow, and he was even still in a colorless state right now...

Mercy, six bullets used...

The Eye Within the Eye ultimately wasn’t consumed. Instead...

Fu Qian raised his hand, looking at the new ring.

It had no complex engravings and didn’t look particularly shiny at first glance. Its smooth, silver-white surface shimmered with a hint of deep blue, exactly matching the color tone of the mask the Witch had given him earlier.

But upon closer inspection, the ring itself was actually made of a material resembling transparent crystal. The moonlight-like silver-white surface was just an illusion created by undulating specks of snowflakes upon it.

Extremely tiny, and exquisitely delicate.

The band followed a peculiar and graceful curve, narrowing at its two opposing ends like two crescent moons embracing each other.

The Pope was overbearing as expected. Not only did she forcefully stuff this item onto him during the mission, it didn’t even need the Warehouse’s evaluation to be brought straight out.

As for its permanent effect... As expected, Time-Moon Slumber could no longer be used.

Fu Qian examined it briefly and came to a conclusion.

Since it had mentioned a single opportunity, it truly was single-use.

This was completely understandable. That was an Authority Grade effect without a doubt. If a single ring could cast it infinitely, it would be far too unreasonable.

As for the other effect, Burning Frost, granting an icy appearance to all supernatural actions...

Fu Qian pondered for a moment. Activating it with his mind, he raised his hand and fired an Air Bullet into the depths of the Warehouse.

Whoosh!

Unlike its previously formless and intangible state, a snow-white, crystalline Frost Lance howled from his fingertip.

Wherever it passed, specks of moonlight seemed to scatter, making it look like a dream.

It didn’t seem to be a simple visual effect. Instead, it was transforming his supernatural methods according to some special rule.

Fu Qian moved his arm again. A snow-white Curved Blade with a strange arc tore through the air, leaving behind specks of ice crystals that burst one after another.

Even items were affected. The Tyrant’s Fist had turned into a Frost Scythe?

Then what about this...

Fu Qian snapped his fingers, activating the Commandment Residue.

Even this works?

The temperature plummeted almost instantly. As far as the eye could see, a silver-white frost rapidly spread and grew.

Situated in the center, Fu Qian was shrouded by an ethereal and dreamlike frost. Coupled with his pre-existing colorless state, he truly didn’t look like a living person anymore.

The Pope truly understood him. With this, he could perfectly forge another identity.

It could be considered an advanced version of his previous mask...

His fingertip brushed over the ring’s surface. Fu Qian didn’t continue testing. Instead, he reached out, grabbed the Emissary Mask next to him, and placed it directly over his face.

The six bullets had only produced a single gunshot. He had complained about it before, and now it seemed he could seek compensation from Chief Yuan.

The scene shifted, and Fu Qian reappeared by a window with a setting sun before his eyes.

It was still Chief Yuan’s property in the Sacred Night Capital. There was no issue with the time or location.

Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction.

There was even Chief Yuan’s voice.

That’s right. At this very moment, Yuan Shan’s voice could be heard outside the door, talking and laughing with someone else as she introduced the residence.