Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 811: Chapter 809: Origami Chapter 811: Chapter 809: Origami [SAN Points decreased by 10]

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When the activation alert of the Pseudo-Divine Being sounded for the twelfth time, the situation finally showed a delightful change.

At this moment, Fu Qian’s human form could hardly be maintained.

Except for a conceptual head and one hand, responsible for wearing a mask and extracting kidneys, the other parts were completely let loose, freely transforming.

The net of bright crimson, as bright as the moonlight above, had already enveloped his entire body.

The reason this change was delightful was that Emperor Yasui looked even more splendid.

After all, happiness is relative!

At this moment, Yasui Tokiyuki resembled an emperor more than ever before.

A glamorous hexagonal crown rested atop his head, which bore no facial features anymore.

Below the head, a robe made of layers of blood membranes, magnificent and majestic.

The only problem, chunks of flesh on the gorgeous robe squirmed and wriggled, resembling worms on decayed meat.

And the crimson misalignment semicircle was now the most dazzling pattern on the surface.

Under Fu Qian’s relentless efforts, the contamination level of his opponent had successfully surpassed his own.

They say the more corrupt, the happier, and this one must already glimpse bliss at this moment—wait, perhaps not.

“You must die today!”

From a roar emanating from nowhere, Fu Qian realized he still needed to strive.

“Thanks for the good wish.”

His body was immediately bisected by a single slash, while a hand on one half of his body again pulled out a bunch of fragments from layers of blood membranes.

Still, it did not trigger.

Among more than a dozen kidney extractions, there was only one triple hit; was he just too unlucky to execute a critical strike?

Darn it all!

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“If I become maddened, the materialization of my infamy might uncontrollably reactivate.”

Once again returning to the subject, Emperor Yasui finally proposed a new perspective, expressing a universally accepted sentiment.

“Go ahead, reactivate it.”

Fu Qian, now with an arm that could only maintain three fingers, reached in again.

“This is my domain, I can leave anytime, and doing this is meaningless.”

Unexpectedly, Yasui Tokiyuki did not fight back at all and even the shadowy silhouette gradually dissolved, showing genuine sincerity.

“To hand over this place, closely connected to your core authority, even if you can’t completely sever your ties here? If this place is utterly tainted, it’s as good as being dead for you, isn’t it? You wouldn’t do that.”

“I chose to enter your home ground because I believe you wouldn’t run away here.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not accept this sincerity.

Of course, he didn’t extract another one, since he no longer had the strength.

As he was more severely wounded, the recovery effects were getting increasingly worse.

One moment of rest was only enough for him to conduct one Visceral Critical Strike.

“I really don’t understand your motive. If it’s because of so-called justice, humans are like this; you can’t change a thing.”

But Yasui Tokiyuki was unwilling to give up.

“But you died.”

Fu Qian tidied his now non-existent hair and took off his mask.

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Thanks to Yasui Tokiyuki not counterattacking, the efficiency of this resting period didn’t reduce too much.

In the dim warehouse, Fu Qian looked at the barely consolidated humanoid figure and didn’t rush to pick up his mask.

Having reached the previous extent, Yasui Tokiyuki surely knew he wouldn’t give up.

Yet he stubbornly refrained from retaliating and still engaged in a pointless conversation with him.

There must be a demon in abnormal behavior.

The next moment, he maximally closed off his five senses and activated a mark deep in his soul.

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Not bad!

Merely sensing the changes between light and dark outside the window, Fu Qian felt a bout of emotion within his heart.

At this moment, he was sitting in the familiar living room in a form he had never taken before.

In this state, time in another world synchronously passed.

So he couldn’t stay long.

A call echoed in his mind, but by actively suppressing his perception, he minimized his reverse influence to the limit, so as not to harm Young Master Qin and the others.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

After silently counting to five, Fu Qian activated the mark and returned to the warehouse.

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Almost instantly, the Pseudo-Divine Being activated, and he also put on two masks.

Was this… a nuclear explosion?

When he reappeared on the moon, Red Moon was already within reach.

Feeling the indescribable high temperature and the dissipating but still blinding sea of light, Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel.

The actions of Yasui Tokiyuki just now were indeed to delay time and prepare for the killing move.

Although he did not face it directly, he could still feel the terror of that strike.

He could see countless faces under his feet that had experienced Annihilation, and even those farther away no longer moved, solidifying like glass.

And on that glassy surface, Fu Qian spotted a writhing mass.

The crown was completely deformed, and the magnificent robe was tattered, but the scarlet patterns shone even more brilliantly.

To the maximum extent numb himself, he had used his body as bait, not completely escaping the blast radius that destroyed everything.

Alas, the clockwise turn of five seconds made him miss this glorious scene.

Who said a motionless time stop was meaningless?

You…

Yasui Tokiyuki only managed to mentally transmit one character before being interrupted by a Visceral Critical Strike.

And Fu Qian removed the masks again, refusing to engage in prolonged combat.

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Dispelling, recovering, and returning, facing an even more indistinguishable mass, Fu Qian tried to deliver another blow.

Surprisingly, even though he could barely distinguish inside from out, the Visceral Critical Strike was still successfully activated.

Since he could conceptually perform kidney extractions, the judgment of being injured or not seemed to have also become conceptual.

The only pity was, although it ignored all defenses as true damage, its power was still within the Demigod category.

Simply put, it didn’t get reduced, but the damage had its limits.

Otherwise, for such an obviously Psychic Series target, he wouldn’t have needed so many attempts.

Considering this, Fu Qian once again removed the masks.

However this time, the scene before his eyes didn’t change.

“I’ve caught you now…”

In its place was the slightly mad voice of Yasui Tokiyuki.

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“Do you really think I couldn’t detect such a brief tactic of jumping out?”

“Do you really think that besides that kind of damage that ignores allies and enemies, I have no other way to deal with you?”

“Even if the Misalignment is high, fourteen times is enough for me to lock onto that connection…”

“Now, face the final death battle.”

“Bad news, you won’t become a legend, because that is a dead man’s honor, and you will suffer Eternity’s torment, a peace like Ariel’s will even seem enticing to you.”

As expected of the legendary First Phase, full of tactics and strength.

Facing the declarations flashing through his mind, Fu Qian didn’t skimp on praise.

“Nicely fought.”

And in the murmuring that resumed, he nodded at something akin to his head, and a transparent bell appeared in his hand.

Amid the crisp sound, a momentary silence too brief to notice flashed by, yet the scene before him flowed along.

Even under this transcendental fluctuation, the already intoxicating Red Moon finally found an opportunity to breach the last barrier.

How does that saying go again? Eternity is but a fool’s fantasy, and even sanity is an illusion.

The last thing Fu Qian saw was the long robe thunderously hitting the ground, crumpled like a ball of paper.