Eldritch Horror Theatre

Three Faces.

Since he was wearing Old Man Lu’s face, it was only natural to use the signature move of his Rebirth Club.

Fire-Lightning-Blood... A move he had obtained through Insight in the past. Although it wasn’t particularly controllable, anything it randomly spewed out packed astonishing power, and the visual effects were just as flashy.

In short, it was absolutely perfect for showing off the divine might of The Club.

Of course, even if this breath randomly rolled lightning, it still wouldn’t be very environmentally friendly.

A huge swath of the exquisitely designed structures he had just been admiring was reduced to ash by the terrifying impact, while strange aftershocks continued to reverberate through the air.

Amid the blinding radiance, Fu Qian confirmed that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. A pair of unusually massive wings, seemingly forged from shadow, stretched out without hindrance, ready to take flight.

The shape of the wings even looked somewhat familiar, reminding him of the giant headless Angel he had seen through the Etched Intellect during his last visit.

So there really was a Fallen Angel? It just wasn’t striking a pose outside anymore?

Fu Qian clicked his tongue in wonder.This also made its astonishing Rank make a lot more sense.

Even with a targeted attack, making him lose SAN Value now was no easy task; it had to be from a creation akin to a higher entity.

Furthermore, even under a Tier 1 level of violent bombardment, the target didn’t seem to have suffered excessive damage. Calling its condition ’good’ wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

The reason was simple—the attack hadn’t hit dead center.

Although his follow-up ranged attack was fast, the opponent’s resolve to flee was just as firm. Coupled with the fact that its movements were completely unhindered by the surroundings, this projectile-based attack ultimately wasn’t a Calamity outbreak; it had merely grazed the target.

He might not even manage a grazing hit next. The Fallen Angel’s mobility was still incredibly robust, and even if it didn’t flee, it could easily kite him from here on out—sizzle!

Completely unbothered by the opponent’s introversion, Fu Qian’s hand shifted again as he continued to activate Three Faces.

This time, however, the style was slightly different. It was no longer a deformed behemoth’s head; instead, his entire left hand tore open and ’bloomed’.

Indeed, Fu Qian felt this was the most fitting word to describe it.

Even though it was flesh and blood, at that moment it resembled a plant blooming from the inside out.

Though every petal-like tendril drifted erratically, they possessed a strange beauty that disturbed the vision; in a blur, they almost looked like swaying tentacles.

And from their center, a bloody light surged forth, washing over everything in sight.

...

He had finally rolled it once.

His Excellency the Fallen Angel really commanded enough respect to bring it out. This was his first time seeing what the Blood Face actually looked like.

Amid the bizarre transformation, what welled up in Fu Qian’s heart at that moment was a sense of gratification.

Naturally, nothing had gone wrong. Three Faces had three forms in total, but the probability of unleashing the final ’blood’ variant was noticeably lower. He had simply managed to roll it this time.

As for why he said His Excellency the Fallen Angel commanded respect, on one hand, he was indeed blanketing it with targeted firepower.

On the other hand, there was a rather unique detail. Although the spewing blood was incredibly scarlet and thick, wherever it passed, it appeared just as formless and intangible as his current target.

A single glance revealed that the terrifying volume of blood covered a fan-shaped area, similar to the fire and lightning.

But when the breath ended and the scarlet faded, it looked as if not a single red blood cell had been left behind.

Furthermore, the fan shape seemed a bit shorter in comparison, so much so that even if His Excellency the Fallen Angel hadn’t dodged, the attack wouldn’t have reached it at all—truly wonderful.

Having finally triggered a rare special effect only for it to be this underwhelming was somewhat disappointing at first glance.

However, as he carefully scrutinized the scene before him, Fu Qian’s feeling of having hit the jackpot only increased. He even reached out and grabbed a section of a nearby lampstand.

”What... exactly are you?”

Only then did the blond-browed receptionist rush out of the warehouse. Staring blankly at the sight before him, he was on the verge of losing his ability to speak.

...

Not bad. The lampstand didn’t look like it was forged from ash, either; it seemed the researchers had literally hauled an entire building in here.

Pitch black and made of metal, it featured patterns traced in fine silver wire, matching the exquisite style of the surroundings.

As he weighed it in his hand, Fu Qian noted that it really didn’t seem locally sourced, but rather brought in directly from the outside.

But for a bunch of ambitious technicians who ran all the way here to conduct research, it wasn’t too outrageous of an operation.

”Apologies. The target is extremely cunning and caused some damage.”

Not forgetting to respond to the client behind him, Fu Qian turned around and handed the broken lampstand to the man, explaining that it was all collateral damage.

”What target... I just see you going crazy all by yourself...”

It seemed somewhat correct but also entirely wrong. The receptionist’s proud logical thinking had clearly been shattered to pieces. For a moment, he didn’t even think to run away, only reflexively refuting the other party’s claims.

”Is that so? Was this thing always able to move on its own?”

This time, Fu Qian simply gave a cold smile and told him to look closer.

Hmm...

When the receptionist actually followed the instruction and looked, he saw a pattern outlined in silver-white wire—resembling both a flame and an eye—slowly turning to meet his gaze.

”How is that possible—”

His body stiffened for about two seconds before the receptionist let out a strange, duck-like sound and instinctively reached out to grab it.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian wouldn’t let him have his way and pulled it back with perfect precision.

...

The pattern on the lampstand naturally couldn’t move, nor was it a real eyeball. It was simply ’corrupting’.

After some deliberation, Fu Qian still felt this word was the most fitting description.

How could a rare transcendent ability truly be useless? Wherever the Blood Face sprayed, certain changes were taking place.

Specifically, at a single glance, Fu Qian could see countless strange Calamity Eyes emerging.

These originally ordinary materials were becoming ’transcendent’.

Yes, an unquestionable qualitative change was happening right before his eyes.

In theory, it was the most inconceivable transformation in the entire Bookstore World.

It wasn’t even a simple awakening, where objects gained spirituality or old items turned into spirits...

Even without applying his inspiration right now, just from the shifting changes in the Calamity Eyes, he could deeply feel that chaos, or perhaps pollution.

The legendary loss of control was nothing more than this.

So, should the blood of Three Faces actually be called the Breath of Corruption?

On one hand, it forcefully bestowed the transcendent upon the mundane—a true technique of a Deity.

On the other hand, was the thing it bestowed the ultimate pollution on a transcendent level? Twisting everything beyond recognition?

Wasn’t that a bit too malicious? The Gospel Shockwave at least brought genuine enlightenment first.

Sure enough, the price of a leap in class wasn’t something mortals could bear.

Marveling continuously for a moment, Fu Qian recalled the scene from just now.

Looking at it now, if the attack had actually landed, the effects would have been quite unimaginable.

It was just that in doing so, his image seemed to have taken an even bigger hit.

More than just an evil god—was he becoming a true spreader of chaos and madness?